When the practitioner in front of her breath exhaled his last breath, some light suddenly appeared in the woman's abdomen, like a shining gem bursting out of light, about to burst out from her belly.

However, with a muffled groan, the light was suppressed by her and disappeared in an instant.

She vomited two mouthfuls of blood, both black.

The cultivator who fell in front of her was also one of the five sects of the Lingxu Sword Sect. Compared with the entire world, he was also a great master who was difficult to match the seventh level.

Even if you can kill such a great master, I'm afraid no one in the world can do without any damage.

Two mouthfuls of black blood fell on the ground, and two smoke and dust suddenly surged on the ground, and some spider-web-like cracks continued to spread along the hard rocks in all directions.

The man in purple who had previously talked with Qi Zong stood on the mountain road inside the Lingxu Sword Gate with his head slightly lowered. His position was on the dividing line between clouds and fog and sunlight. His figure was between nothingness and the flashing of light and shadow. He looked at Ji Qingqing and Ji Qingqing outside the mountain gate, and his appearance and eyes were extremely complicated.

Not far behind the man in purple, stood a thin and short, half a head lower than a normal boy, but the aura on his body was as grand as a giant mountain.

This practitioner is also a man. He can't tell his age from his face alone. He seems to be over twenties, but he gives people the feeling that he is no longer young.

In a sense, the aura on this practitioner is closest to that of Gu Huai when he used the Jianshan Sword.

Previously, Qi Jinshan went to see the man in purple, and the man in purple said inexplicably, this is three to three.

These three to three naturally refer to the duel between six practitioners, five of whom are the five sects of Lingxu Sword Sect, and the other one is Ji Qingqing, who is now victorious outside the mountain gate.

These are all figures who have been practicing in seclusion in the early years, but in terms of cultivation and strength, they are all the highest figures in the world, and will not lose to the heads of the Changling and the princes.

This man in purple and the thin and short cultivator are naturally also figures among the five sects of the Lingxu Sword Society. However, the other two duels have been decided, and the battle between the two seems to have not begun at all.

Looking at the quiet gaze of the thin and short cultivator behind the man in purple, it seemed that the battle would not begin at all.

"The dust is settled, it is best not to fight."

The man in purple was previously the most famous Yi Zong Yi Xinyi among the five sects of Lingxu Sword Sect. He was also the youngest among the five sects. He was the most powerful in the past ten years ago. However, after more than ten years, his sharpness seemed to completely disappear, giving people the feeling that there was always an indescribable bitterness around him.

At this time, he looked outside the mountain gate. Victory obviously belonged to him, but there was no joy in his tone, only a faint bitterness.

The thin practitioner behind him is Huang Daochen, the earliest among the five sects. He has the word Shen in his name and is also the most calm.

He shook his head and did not respond to Yi Xinyi's words first. Instead, he said slowly, "I heard that an assassination occurred in the Immortal Fu Sect not long ago. The target of the assassination was Zhang Yi, the disciple of Aries Cave. The assassination was not achieved in the end. Today, such assassination occurred in our Lingxu Sword Sect, but it was finally accomplished. Although the assassination that occurred in the Immortal Palace Sect and the assassination that occurred in my Lingxu Sword Sect, I don't know what happened today, so that you and Qi Sect can do such a decisive thing, no matter how this matter is turned on, in my opinion, there must be shadows of the Bashan Sword Field. No matter how it looks, it seems that it is like a gift to the queen for that matter."

"No matter how it turns it over, what is important is that those things have actually happened." Yi Xinyi turned around and looked at Huang Daochen and said, "There must be the shadow of Bashan Sword Field, which can only show the strength of Bashan Sword Field."

Huang Dao frowned and said, "No matter how strong the Bashan Sword Field is, my Lingxu Sword Sect can replace it."

"Bashan Sword Field is a tree that attracts wind, replacing the former Bashan Sword Field? Will the queen?" Yi Xinyi smiled, "Besides, what my senior brother and I are talking about is a personal grudge today, not a sect business."

"In the future, I will have no relationship with Lingxu Sword Sect. What about Lingxu Sword Sect? What does it have to do with me?"

Yi Xinyi bowed slightly to Huang Daochen and said, "Senior Brother Qi and I left Lingxu Sword Sect. An Baoshi is dead. Senior Brother Huang naturally takes over Lingxu Sword Sect. We will be happy to revenge. Senior Brother Huang, you will lead the affairs of the sect and get what you want. With this alone, Senior Brother Huang will thank me and Senior Brother Qi."

After saying this, he stopped looking at Huang Daochen and turned around and walked towards the clouds and mist below.

"After so long, it was still a battle at Bashan Sword Field." Huang Daochen looked at the three figures leaving along different roads and sighed softly.

...

After Yinshan Mountain, the snow-covered cloud continued to float southward, and then as the snow fell in the clouds, the cloud flying from the distant wasteland finally disappeared.

In the snow, a row of Daqin cavalry with hundreds of people marched towards a border town of Daqin.

In all the previous military information, it was shown that this cavalry was just a vanguard army that escorted military rations, so it had never alarmed any high-level generals in this border town.

However, when the cavalry arrived in the city, the general led by the leader led a young man and entered the most central camp of the border town, several generals who were alarmed were shocked to the point of being unimaginable when they saw the general led by them.

"General Sima!"

The highest general in this border town appeared before the general at the fastest speed. During the salute, he saw the face of the young man behind the general. Even he froze slightly, and after a moment of reaction, he bowed and bowed, "Your Highness Fusu!"

Sima Cuo, one of the twelve princes of the Great Qin Dynasty, did not explain anything, but entered the camp, took several quiet rooms, and asked the hundreds of people who came with him to station nearby.

He did not take too much rest, but began to refer to the latest military information recently passed to this border town as quickly as possible.

Every time he read a file or a secret note, he would throw it on the table in front of Fusu sitting at his head, and Fusu continued to refer to it.

After reading only a dozen copies, Fusu couldn't help but look up and asked in a daze: "General Sima, is Ding Ning really dead?"

"In the war, millions of people live and die. You are still thinking about this question?"

Sima was like a scholar, but his voice turned sharply, but he felt like a tiger and wolf. "Do you still understand when you got here and look at the faces of the generals just now?"

Fusu was shocked, "The battle is in place?"

Sima Cuo sneered, "Marty of Wei has sent me here, and I am just Wu, but I still need two of me to guard the army. If you bring you with you, I, the prince of the Great Qin, except for Chunli, will use troops against Chu? Those generals have understood in an instant that you are still in the dark... The queen instructs you to follow me to learn and accumulate military merits. You are still confused when you arrive here, what can you learn?"

"Come Chun is using troops to Chu?"
Chapter completed!