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Chapter 170 Zheng Qingsong VS Xin Yuanchen

Zheng Qingsong didn't show any panic or shock when he heard what he said.

"I know." He said flatly.

"I knew it from the first day I got the Dragon Transformation Art."

Xin Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Since you know, why do you want to do it?"

"Because this is my only chance, isn't it?" Zheng Qingsong said.

"Hehe, you are indeed a real emperor." Xin Yuanchen laughed.

"This old man can't bear to let you die."

Zheng Qingsong also laughed and said, "Why don't you die? After living 300 years, it should be enough."

"The world is so prosperous, how can I live enough?" Xin Yuanchen said.

"It seems that it doesn't make sense." Zheng Qingsong said.

The voice fell.

He clenched his fist and swung it violently.

"In that case, I will kill you with my own hands."

Immediately, a majestic air wave rolled up.

Clang!
The Bailian sword is out of its sheath, and thousands of sword qi are criss-crossing.

"Since the old man dares to give you the Hualong Jue, he can take it back."

With unparalleled sword energy and infinite fist power, the two figures collided in the air, resounding like thunder.

bang bang bang ~~
There was a continuous roar.The figures of the two kept interlacing, and the atmosphere of the whole world was stirred by them for a while.

Below, Wang Shouming paused and looked up.

Feeling the majestic breath, there was a touch of worry on his face.

"Still fighting?" asked his opponent.

"Fight!" Wang Shouming withdrew his gaze and looked at the opponent in front of him.

The two were also contemporaries. Although they did not meet many times, they were barely acquaintances.

No friendship, no enmity.

But since the war has started today, life and death must be decided.

The key to this battle lies above, Xin Yuanchen and Zheng Qingsong.

No matter who wins or loses, the people on the other side will not live in peace, even if they are not dead, they will not be in peace.

Everyone knows this.

On the other side, Ximen Chuuxue was guarding against the two men's siege, and had no time to pay attention to the top.

At this moment, he has only one goal in mind.

It was a sword piercing their throats, watching the blood bloom under the sword.

What he pursued was the brilliance of that moment.

For him, there is absolutely nothing like that kind of beauty.

The fighting didn't stop, neither Wang Shouming and others, nor the disciples of Jingying and Bailianzong in the distance.

Life and death is the main theme of this moment.

boom!
A shining light bloomed in the air.

The figures of Zheng Qingsong and Xin Yuanchen both flew out.

"Don't you understand yet? The Dragon Transformation Jue I gave you is incomplete. Even if you borrow the luck of the people from the Great Zhou Dynasty, you are by no means a match for this old man."

Xin Yuanchen raised the Hundred Refining Sword in his hand, the condensed brilliance was dazzling, and pointed at Zheng Qingsong from afar.

Zheng Qingsong looked at him, but sighed slightly, and said, "I know what you said."

"Since that's the case, why didn't you think that I would also prepare a second move?"

Xin Yuanchen frowned, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

"What is it?"

A strong smile appeared on Zheng Qingsong's face.

suddenly.

"kill!"

There was a burst of shouting and killing.

That was not the voice of a single person, but the shouts gathered by countless soldiers.

The sound didn't stop, but intensified, almost spreading throughout Bailian City.

Zheng Qingsong glanced at the place where the shouts came from, and the smile on his face became even more intense.

On the contrary, Xin Yuanchen's face turned ugly.

He stared at the east gate of Bailian City.

It was guarded by Shen Ying and Song Yan.

At this time, in the tower above the East City Gate, Shen Ying was sitting on the ground holding a sword, and Song Yan was sitting next to him.

"Seventh Junior Brother, why did you attack me?" Song Yan looked at Shen Ying blankly.

He couldn't believe that his junior brother would actually attack him.

Shen Ying lowered her head and wiped her sword, and said, "Because His Majesty arranged for me to join the Hundred Refining Sect."

At this time, there is no need to hide.

Song Yan's eyes were dull, and he looked at him inexplicably.

"Senior Brother Six, you can stay here with me, and we will go out after everything is over." Shen Ying said slowly.

Song Yan just looked at him, unable to say a word.

above the sky.

Xin Yuanchen looked at the breached East City Gate, his face slowly darkened.

"Have you arranged other masters?"

he asked.

"That's right." Zheng Qingsong said with a smile.

Xin Yuanchen shook his head and said, "Even if Bailian City is breached, it won't affect the ending."

If Bailian City is defeated, it can be taken back, and if a disciple of Bailianzong dies, he can be recruited again. As long as he is still alive, the foundation of Bailian City will still be there.

Zheng Qingsong said: "If you know who it is, you will be surprised."

Xin Yuanchen looked at him, feeling more and more uneasy.

"It's Shen Ying!" Zheng Qingsong said.

Xin Yuanchen opened his eyes slightly, and suddenly lost his mind.

Shen Ying was his disciple, but the one he valued the most.

He even regarded Shen Ying as his successor, and after his death, Shen Ying would inherit his position.

"impossible."

"Hahaha~~·"

Zheng Qingsong laughed wildly.

"Old man, die."

He was covered with golden light, and in the blink of an eye, a dragon-shaped phantom enveloped him, as if it had become one with him.

boom!
The aura on his body increased steadily, and even his body became slender, with a special sense of weirdness.

Clenching his fists tightly, the majestic golden light gathered like a cloud and turned into a huge dragon claw.

next moment.

The dragon claw was shot out suddenly.

Xin Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly to suppress the uneasiness and surprise in his heart.

The Bailian sword in his hand slashed out horizontally.

The bright sword energy burst out suddenly, and the sharp sword intent captured people's mind.

The sword intent of the great master appeared.

below.

Ximen Chuixue felt something in his heart, and lightly swung the long sword in his hand, shaking off the attacking sword energy, and at the same time his figure exploded back.

He looked up at the bright sword in the sky.

Sharp, sharp, unique, detached.

"This is the sword intent!"

He murmured in confusion, "Why is it different from what I thought?"

The dragon claw collided with the sword, and there was a crisp click.

Zheng Qingsong's pupils shrank.

His condensed dragon claws actually broke apart and dissipated into scattered golden lights.

"The old man said that you are not the old man's opponent." Xin Yuanchen's eyes revealed a bright light, and the Bailian sword stabbed straight out again in his hand.

The same brilliance, the same sharpness.

Below, Ximen Chuuxue looked carefully.

Since then.

Ximen Fuxue's eyes became hot.

"Although this is sword intent, it is not my sword intent."

He retracted his gaze and looked at the two opponents who were rushing towards him.

"This is my sword intent."

The long sword in his hand turned into a flying rainbow and pierced straight out.

Facing this sword, his opponents, the two elders of the previous generation of Bailianzong, suddenly tightened their hearts.

"This is!"

There was a sudden sense of absurdity in their hearts.

Familiar and unfamiliar, terrifying and beautiful, beautiful and extremely cold.

A bunch of blood fell to the ground.

What Ximen Chuixue blows is not snow, but blood.

The two gray-haired old men stood stiffly, their vicissitudes of eyes filled with complex emotions.

There is confusion, fear, doubt, puzzlement, shock and so on.

above the sky.

Zheng Qingsong's face became solemn when facing the sword force that contained sword intent.

"Is it really not as good as this old thing?"

Although he knew about it a long time ago, he still wanted to try it.

He took a deep breath, condensed the dragon claws again, and shot.

The dragon claw and the sword collided again.

This sword is sharper and sharper, and the condensed sword force is wrapped in an invincible sword intent.

puff~
Xin Yuanchen's eyes were cold, his clothes were windless, his hair was flying backwards, and the Bailian sword in his hand was like a thunderbolt, piercing through everything in an instant.

The dragon claws bounced off again, and the sword pointed directly at Zheng Qingsong.

Zheng Qingsong looked at the gradually enlarged sword glow, his face changed again and again.

"Damn, the gap is too big."

He cursed secretly in his heart, and at the same time his figure exploded back.

What is unfathomable, Xin Yuanchen is an unfathomable person.

He has lived for 300 years and has mastered nearly a thousand years of inheritance from the Hundred Refining Sect. He does not lack any of them, such as magical skills and secret techniques, natural materials and earthly treasures, magical weapons and sharp weapons.

As for Zheng Qingsong, he is not weak. Although Hualongjue is incomplete, he has refined the luck of all people in the entire Dali, and also refined a part of the luck of people in the Great Zhou Dynasty. If these luck of people were given to Zheng Ming, The amount of luck points is absolutely beyond imagination.

It's a pity that his background is too poor after all. Before transforming into a dragon, he was just a frail old man, and his martial arts cultivation base has long since declined.

Zheng Qingsong dodged a sword, instead of advancing, he retreated, his whole body exploded with golden dragon power, and his hands turned into dragon claws, attacking rapidly.

He desperately hoped to suppress Xin Yuanchen, but the result was doomed to disappointment.

Xin Yuanchen stepped forward with one step, and the Bailian sword slashed out from left to right.

The air was rippling like water, and all of them were cut open.

puff.

Zheng Qingsong's pupils shrank, the dragon robe on his chest was torn, and bright red blood oozed out.

"This is the sword intent!"

Feeling the destructive aura in his body, he couldn't help spit out a mouthful of blood any longer, his expression was sluggish.

"The old man said that you are no match for the old man." Xin Yuanchen said in a low voice.

Zheng Qingsong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of indifference.

"exactly."

"In terms of strength, I am indeed no match for you."

"I told you too, I knew it from the beginning."

Xin Yuanchen frowned and looked at him.

There was always a feeling of unease in his heart, but he never figured out where this unease came from.

"You are very strong, but it is because you are so strong that you are very confident."

"You are too confident to be 200 years above the royal family."

Zheng Qingsong said.

Xin Yuanchen's heart trembled, and the feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

suddenly.

He felt a stabbing pain in his right hand holding the sword.

"This is!"

"Gu poison!"

His face changed, and his expression became extremely serious.

"That's right, it's the Gu poison. The Gu king poison from the Wuman tribe is the poison of the six-winged blood cicada 700 years ago. There is only one copy in this world." Zheng Qingsong looked at him indifferently.

Gu poison is the most annoying thing in the world, it is hard to guard against, and it has a catastrophic lethality.

A small drop of Gu poison can kill several, dozens, hundreds, or even tens of thousands of people.

The six-winged blood cicada is the most powerful Gu worm in the history of the hundreds of Wuman clans. Its toxicity is so fierce that even the grand masters dare not underestimate it.

It's a pity that the six-winged blood cicada has long since disappeared, and this poison is just a collectible in the royal family's treasure house.

(End of this chapter)