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Chapter 431 The emperor should be sent by the strong.

The residence of the Oba royal family.

Ruxue's pale figure was suspended in the air, and there was no emotion on Ruxue's pale face.

Ximen Chuuxue's body is still full of loneliness as pale as snow, as cold as ice and snow on a distant mountain, and as lonely as a shooting star in a winter night.

When that snow-white edge appeared, it meant that he was going to kill someone.

The pure sharpness streaked across the void, without any fireworks.

Opposite him, Duan Zhenghua had a dignified expression. As a powerhouse of the Daoist Realm of the Dayu Imperial Family, he could be considered a famous powerhouse within the entire sphere of influence of the Tianyu Sect.

The cultivation base in the middle stage of Ming Dao Realm is a small realm higher than that of Ximen Chuuxue, but at this time Duan Zhenghua has no confidence in facing Ximen Chuuxue.

So pure!

Sheer was simply beyond his imagination.

A sword stabbed out.

The sword edge is condensed and does not disperse, there is no gorgeous brilliance, only the purest sword intent, the sword intent to kill.

Duan Zhenghua has experienced countless battles in his life and faced thousands of opponents, but no one has ever possessed such pure murderous sword intent.

It seems that Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is only for killing people.

His long body hangs upright, his white clothes are more snowy, and his fiery eyes are full of a strong pursuit of kendo.

moment.

A pale sword light appeared in the sky.

Ximen Chuixue moved.

With fluttering pale robes, he came straight to Duan Zhenghua.

"Arrogant junior, you should be killed!"

Duan Zhenghua was furious.

Compared with him, Ximen Chuuxue is a junior.

Although he is also at Ming Dao Realm, Ximen Chuuxue, who is less than 50 years old, is much younger than Duan Zhenghua, who is more than 400 years old.

It was precisely because Ximen Chuuxue was too young that Duan Zhenghua was frightened and jealous at the same time.

Jealous of young people's aptitude, jealous of young people's achievements, jealous of Ximen Fuxue's pure swordsmanship.

With the long sword out of its sheath in his hand, Duan Zhenghua walked towards Ximen Chuuxue's sword with majestic power and jealousy.

As the swords clash, the dazzling brilliance suddenly appears.

Duan Zhenghua felt a chill in his heart.

He lost.

With just one move, he was defeated.

He was obviously a little higher than Ximen Chuuxue, but he was defeated in one move.

His sword intent was vulnerable to Ximen Chuuxue's pure sword intent.

"not good!"

He was startled.

Want to withdraw and retreat.

It has to be said that his reaction was very fast. The moment he stepped back, a pale sword edge passed in front of him.

The three-zhang sword glow cut through the clothes on his chest, and it was only a little bit close to cutting his chest.

"you!"

Duan Zhenghua retreated dozens of meters in shock, looking at Ximen Chuuxue's pale face in disbelief.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the long sword in his hand with some regret.

Just a little.

He could feel the momentary brilliance.

But he soon stopped regretting it.

Because after failure, the next glory will be even more brilliant.

The pale edge reappeared.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't talk nonsense with Duan Zhenghua, and once again drew his sword.

The same pure sharpness and the same pale figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star.

Duan Zhenghua's complexion changed, such a weird way of sword made it difficult for him to deal with it.

Now he has only two choices, you die or I die!
There is no other way.

The bright sword light shot straight into the sky, and the strong sword intent surrounded him.

In the blink of an eye, he had already released more than ten sword qi, rushing towards Ximen Chuuxue with a hasty whistling sound.

Gorgeous sword moves illuminate the world.

pity.

All in vain.

In front of Ximen Chuuxue's pure kendo, these magnificent sword moves seemed to be illusory bubbles, which would shatter at the touch of a touch.

Simplicity and purity have always been the swordsmanship that Ximen Chuuxue believes in.

He has never paid attention to powerful sword moves. In his opinion, the best swordsmanship is only those few basic sword moves.

Stabbing, splitting, wiping, pointing, picking, teasing...

Other than these, everything else is bells and whistles.

It is precisely because of this that Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship is so pure.

Of course, this doesn't mean that other swordsmanship is weak, it's just that the road is blocked and everyone's comprehension is different.

In this world, there is no most powerful technique and Taoism, only stronger people.

Any kind of Taoism cultivated to the extreme can surpass the top.

The pale edge passed through more than ten criss-crossing sword lights, and in an instant, it came to Duan Zhenghua.

Under Duan Zhenghua's incredible gaze, he pierced his throat.

When the sword was pulled out, there was still blood on the edge.

The blood slipped from the tip of the sword, and fell on the undulating leaves in the surging wind. The green leaves had a touch of bright red, which was particularly eye-catching.

bang~~
Duan Zhenghua's body fell from midair to the ground.

He was lying on the ground, looking at Ximen Chuuxue in the sky, his eyes were filled with unwillingness and disbelief.

Bright red blood gushed out of his throat, and his vitality slowly passed away.

Those who are strong in the Ming Dao Realm are also human beings, once the vitality of the body is cut off, they will also die.

However, the vitality of a strong Ming Dao Realm is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if his throat is broken and his main artery is punctured, he can still survive for a long time.

It's just that the passing of vitality made him lose all his strength, and he could only wait helplessly for the arrival of death.

Ximen Chuuxue ignored Duan Zhenghua who was waiting for death, he put away his long sword, moved his body, and disappeared into the blue sky.

He had already experienced the brilliant splendor of that moment.

He is no longer needed for the next thing.

Always give others a chance to show their strength.

With the death of Duan Zhenghua, the battle in the residence of the Dayu royal family began in full swing.

Not much suspense.

Under the siege of many masters of the worship hall, the Dayu royal family quickly became corpses all over the place.

And the other side.

Duan Heng looked at the falling Duan Zhenghua from a distance, his face was pale, and his heart suddenly became cold.

it's over!
everything is over!
His delusions and ambitions are all over!

At this time, he realized how ridiculous his previous delusions and ambitions were.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are useless.

Of course, when Tianyuzong and Dali Dynasty got serious, his Dayu Dynasty was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Your Majesty the Feather Emperor!"

A silent voice sounded beside him.

He looked around in a daze.

There were three figures standing not far from him.

An old man with pale hair and a kind face.

A feminine and handsome young man exuding a cold temperament.

There is also a handsome young man with his chest upright.

Appearance does not represent strength, nor does it represent age.

"Are you from Dali?" He said in a nasty voice.

"Zheng Zishan of the Dali royal family has met His Majesty the Yuhuang!" Zheng Zishan bowed slightly.

The Emperor is the Emperor.

Even for the dying emperor, Zheng Zishan would give him the utmost respect.

"The Dali royal family! I heard that the Dali royal family is very weak, is it true?" Duan Heng asked.

Zheng Zishan shook his head slightly, and said: "The Dali royal family is not weak, only the members of the royal family are weak, and your majesty is strong, and the royal family is strong. With your majesty here, our Dali royal family is the strongest existence."

The identity of the royal family comes from the dynasty, and the root of the dynasty lies in the emperor.

As long as the emperor can control the entire dynasty, the royal family is the highest status in the dynasty.

Just like Zheng Zishan, even though Fa Hai and the Three Great Immortals saw him, even though he only had the cultivation level of the Cave God Realm, they still had to bow down and salute him.

This is the treatment that the emperor Zheng Ming brought to their royal family.

So Zheng Zishan never thought that the royal family was weak, he just felt that they, the members of the royal family, were useless, which made Zheng Ming lose face.

"How about sending His Majesty Yu Huang off?" Zheng Zishan said softly.

Duan Heng took a deep breath, calmed down, and watched him shake his head slightly.

"Although you belong to the royal family, but your cultivation is too low, you are not qualified to give me a ride."

Zheng Zishan stroked his beard, looked straight at him for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.

"Indeed, the Emperor should be sent off by the strong."

"Senior Bei, it's up to you!"

This is the last respect he can give Duan Heng.

In the sky, Bei Zilun wore a blue gown and flew down.

"Dali Bei's Bei Zilun!" Bei Zilun hung in front of Duan Heng and introduced himself.

"I know you and the Bei family." Duan Heng said in a low voice.

The Bei family not only has a great reputation in Dali, but also has a high reputation even in the sphere of influence of the Tian Yuzong.

"But I won't catch you without a fight!" Duan Heng's eyes flashed with fierceness.

next moment.

A powerful force surged from his body.

The power and influence are so powerful that it changes the color of the sky.

Overwhelming, making the earth tremble.

"The majesty of the emperor! Suppression!"

Duan Heng let out a roar, and his withered body jumped up suddenly, carrying a terrifying power, overwhelming Bei Zilun.

The majesty of the emperor, the unique skills of the emperor, the powerful can control the power of the sky and transform the power of the sky into a thunder calamity.

This is Zheng Ming's special skill.

It is also Duan Heng's best fighting method.

Unfortunately, Duan Heng is far behind Zheng Ming.

If Zheng Ming were here, he could directly condense a thunderbolt of heavenly power and bombard Bei Zilun.

Even Beizi Lunming's cultivation at the peak of Dao Realm would be hard to resist.

And Duan Heng only controls a little bit of Tianwei, which is probably the third layer of Huangwei's mighty power.

Moreover, he does not have the support of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art, and his power will be weakened several times.

Facing the majestic power, Bei Zilun unhurriedly stretched out his palm and slapped Duan Heng,

A palm of regret!
The whole world trembled.

This is the power of the strong.

No less powerful than the emperor.

The power of the two collided, and the dissipated energy caused the sky to roll.

Since then.

Duan Heng was sent flying by the shock, and fell between Gong Yu in a state of embarrassment.

A mouthful of old blood couldn't help gushing out.

"Your Majesty the Yuhuang, have a good journey!"

Bei Zilun said softly.

The palm of the hand took another shot with a terrifying breath.

Above the sky, a huge palm condensed with energy pressed heavily on Duan Heng.

boom!
The ground trembled, and several surrounding palaces and pavilions collapsed.

Duan Heng was directly embedded in the bluestone ground.

"I can't die yet!"

He looked at the blue sky and the white sun, and at the floating white clouds, as if he saw the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers of the Dayu Dynasty.

He doesn't want to die!

He has too many reasons not to die.

Unfortunately, God did not give him a chance to live.

The clouds are floating, and the breeze blows away the dust slowly.

Duan Heng's sinister eyes slowly dimmed.

(End of this chapter)