At this time, there was silence in Daqian Palace.

The dust dispersed, and the stone paths within a few dozen feet were shattered by Ji Qiu and Su Chilong's blows.

At this time, the body with a bent head and profuse blood slowly fell to the ground.

Su Chilong, a giant in the world of martial arts, is almost as good as a martial arts legend.

But today, it came to an end.

The body of the young man in white swayed a little.

His whole body was now covered in filth and blood, and he was no longer as high-spirited and spotless as when he came back.

But even with this white-clothed look like blood, the Yulin Guard army was still trembling with fear and did not dare to make any move.

After all, just now, it was this young man in his prime who personally killed a generation of martial arts legends!

And Emperor Qian in the rear took several steps back, his face as pale as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

He didn't expect that Su Chilong, the emperor of Daqian Town and the king of Jin, would be defeated like this.

Qiandi has lived for most of his life, and this is the closest he has come to the crisis of death.

All this happened so quickly that his mind went blank.

"Escort...Escort quickly!"

Holding the Emperor's Sword at his waist, Emperor Qian shouted loudly in fear.

But the guards who swarmed around him could not alleviate the fear in his heart at all.

Because that young man was so terrifying.

But even so, he did not avoid Ji Qiu's eyes.

Ji Qiu used the last remaining spiritual energy in his body and looked at Emperor Qian's appearance of being a warrior. He couldn't help but chuckle and exhaled like thunder, which shocked Emperor Qian's soul:

"Your Majesty, do you think this sword of mine is sharp?"

After saying that, the young man stretched out his arm, and the long sword instantly spanned a long distance, turning into a sword light dragging the green light. With a "swish" sound, the crown of Emperor Qian's head was broken in response!

Snap!

Mianqi fell, and the scattered beads rolled to the ground.

The majestic emperor heard a chuckle from the distant figure, and his head suddenly felt cold.

"ah!"

When the sword light passed by, Emperor Qian couldn't help but fell to the ground. The man who held the royal power for a generation had lost all face!

"The royal power in this world is nothing more than wind and sand, passing clouds and smoke."

"Your Majesty, Su Chilong, the ancestor of Erdagan, killed countless evildoers. He practiced the art of swallowing human demons. Death is not a pity!"

"Today I will use all means to get rid of it to eliminate the harm to this world. Even if you are angry in your heart, you must endure it."

"Otherwise, the sword strike just now would not have taken off your crown."

The green rainbow sword made a circle, but returned to Ji Qiu's sheath in a moment.

Holding the hilt of the sword, watching the emperor lose his composure and all the troops bowing their heads, the young man in white felt that his Dantian meridians were almost half-impaired. Finally, he sighed leisurely and softly said:

"In the eight hundred autumn years since Tao Dao, I have never killed anyone with my flying sword."

"The Jade Emperor has not yet received his heavenly talisman, and his goods are black and gold!"

I think back then, when I first read the poems of Chunyang Sword Immortal, I couldn't help but be fascinated by it. What kind of graceful appearance did the so-called immortal god look like?

Although today I have just had a glimpse of the later stage of Qi refining, this immortal path is so vast that I can still see it.

Memories from the previous life appear frequently, like a revolving door.

Sitting in meditation, reciting Buddhist sutras, feeling confused and confused, I finally passed away with regret...

But now, he has made up for all the regrets in his life, and even stood on the top of these ordinary mountains, seeing many different scenery!

It turns out that the Jianghu and the world can still be like this!

With swords and lofty sentiments, royal power is limited to talking and laughing.

So lucky, so lucky!

After saying this, the young man's eyes were clear, and with a long laugh, he strode away from the Daqian Palace!

No one can stop it, and no one dares to stop it.

We look up to the sky and laugh loudly before going out. Are we the people of Penghao?

The years are long and the history is clear.

Maybe after many years or another hundred years.

According to legend, there was also a young monk named Zhenru in the Xuankong Temple lineage. He practiced meditation and martial arts for ten years. Once he was born, he defeated all the heroes in the world, overwhelmed the people in the world with his fists, and wielded his sword to control the king!

If this still fails to establish the myth of martial arts, how about this world...

Who else is there to match?!

...

Outside Qiandu, Huai River.

There is a woman in red, standing by the river, with a figure like a sculpture, looking at Qiandu in the distance.

The sun gradually set, and the afterglow of dusk fell on the hem of her skirt.

Against the background of the sunset, she looks like a fairy in red clothes. She is a fairy from that palace, and I'm afraid it's just like that.

She has been waiting here for a long time.

It lasted from noon to dusk.

Finally, just when the woman showed hesitation and confusion in her eyes.

In the distance, there was a figure dressed in blood-stained white clothes, slowly looking for it along the traces of energy left along the way.

Saw this figure.

Su Qixiu's breathing, which was originally relatively steady, suddenly became rapid.

There were faint tears in a pair of shining brown eyes.

The one she wanted to wait for.

After all, the wait is over.

Wow!

The water of the Huaihe River makes waves.

The autumn wind picked up, blowing the dead branches and leaves, and slowly blew away the red silk ribbon that was tied up by the girl in red.

As soon as the three thousand green hairs were scattered and the black hair was draped behind her, the young man in the distance had also arrived.

Seeing Ji Qiu covered in blood, the girl choked up.

Without her, how could the little monk be like this!

"sorry."

Su Qixiu's body was shaking slightly.

But Ji Qiu responded with a smile:

"Why apologize?"

"Since I have promised you, I will go even to the ends of the earth, mountains of swords and seas of fire."

"This is my choice, and I'm happy with it."

Raising his hand, he twisted up the slowly falling silk ribbon. Then Ji Qiu stepped forward, wrapped his arms around the red-clothed girl's dark hair, smoothed it out gently, and then tied it up awkwardly.

"Let's go."

"From now on, no one in the Daqian Palace will be able to embarrass you."

Ji Qiu held the girl's catkins in front of him and said solemnly:

"By the way, now I have returned to the secular world, and my secular name is Ji Qiu."

"Just don't call me little monk, Miss Xiu."

Under the setting sun, the young man smiled shyly.

Only in front of this girl in red would Ji Qiu show such a face.

After all, despite this simulation and reincarnation, his true body is just a legitimate boy.

"That doesn't work, the little monk is just a little monk."

"What other people call you is their business."

"But in my eyes, you are just a little monk."
To be continued...