The Sword Dynasty - 413. Chapter 412

For the practitioners of the seven realms, all the battles that took place in this prison area were not far away.

All the seven realm masters felt Du Hongtan’s death.

Du Qingli’s breathing swiftly rose in an instant. He looked at the white mountains and water in the waves and shouted: “Don’t think you will be able to leave here in the end…”

“I know.”

But his stern shout was interrupted by Baishan’s faint voice, “When the Starfire Talisman is destroyed, some replacement machine brackets and talisman will naturally take over its role, and many prohibitions will be reinvigorated. But we still There is half a cup of tea…Don’t forget that some people may know this prison better than you.”

Du Qingli stopped talking.

He was inexplicably panicked.

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The crimson sword was filled with terrifying evil aura, and arrogantly tore the dark aura in the prison.

“Have you thought about what price to pay?”

Lin Zhujiu stood on the boiling water, the crimson light condensed on his face, like a crimson mask, demon and beautiful.

Shen Xuan also stopped talking.

A huge sword shadow appeared in the gloomy water below Lin Zhujiu.

A terrifying sword intent followed Shen Xuan’s hand, breaking the water surface, cutting the sky, pouring endlessly.

Lin boiled the wine out of the sword.

A crimson and mysterious sword light just flashed, and all the water under him disappeared.

Shen Xuan’s body flew upside down, along the corridor behind him, with a violent wind for an instant, and he did not know where he was retreated by the shock.

An arm was left in the air in front of Lin Zhujiu.

This arm stayed in the air for a breath, then turned into a blood mist, and was inhaled into Lin Zhujiu’s sword.

“Just one arm sacrificed my sword. The price is too small.”

One sword broke one of Shen Xuan’s arm, which had terrified countless people in Changling, but Lin Zhujiu seemed unsatisfied.

He shook his head and drew his sword towards the wall leading to the cell next to him.

The extremely thick black iron wall was cut open like paper.

He passed through.

In the center of the dungeon, there was a practitioner who looked very young to him.

This practitioner was Li Yunrui who also made Shen Xuan helpless.

Lin Zhujiu swung his sword and easily cut off everything that pierced Li Yunrui’s body, supported him with one hand, and walked to the third cell. After cutting the wall again, the crimson sword in his hand was like a sheath. Disperse, split into many streams, and return to his body.

Then he also set up Zhang Shifive, nodded to Zhang Shifive who was so excited and moved that he could not speak, and said, “Let’s go.”

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When Shen Xuan’s sword aura broke into wind and gushed out from the depths of the big floating water prison, it meant that the time had come.

Bai Shanshui smiled faintly, and said to Du Qingli earnestly: “Even an apprentice is like this. The destruction of Qin in the past three dynasties is not unjust.”

While saying this, her body seemed to be blown up by the wind in the tunnel, and floated out.

Du Qingli did not make a move.

Because the soft blisters surrounding the Baishanshui were still there at this time, his sword intent could not be broken.

Another key reason is that Bai Shanshui’s words made him feel more fear.

He also knew how terrifying that person was back then.

The plans made by that man are intertwined and never fail.

Bai Shanshui’s body flew out of the prison.

Layers of crystal water bubbles refract countless rainbows in the sun, and the beauty is extremely beautiful.

A strange emotion appeared in the eyes of the headed Tanglin Army general, but he did not hesitate in his shouting.

In an instant, countless energies broke through the air.

Countless sword lights and sharp lights of Sen Leng Metal impacted on the crystal water bubbles outside Bai Shanshui.

However, bursts of unbelievable air-conditioning sounded.

These swords, talismans, and arrows still failed to penetrate these crystal clear bubbles, but instead pushed the crystal clear bubbles high into the sky.

The water bubbles shining with the rainbow turned into transparent water droplets in their sight.

A rain fell.

In the dense crystal rain line, the voice of Baishanshui was lost, but the faint indulgence and joyful singing came into their ears: “My generation likes to learn swords, and I have lived in the cold pool for ten years…”

Many imperial envoys in the Tanglin Army were cultivators who had lost their target with flying swords, staring blankly at the water splashing on the broken armor of the general in front, watching their flying sword flying around in the air. Pieces of water waves quickly fell into silence.

Although they were enemies, they couldn’t help but admire the heroism of Baishanshui.

In their impression, the number of heroic and passionate practitioners like Changling did not know how many.

However, with the disappearance of those people, this kind of heroic and passionate practitioner seems to have disappeared, or is not on their side.

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The figure in the city is walking with the wind.

His old figure is like a stone thrown by a catapult on the turret, thrown from one turret to another, straight through the city.

At this moment, he raised his head.

He is still some distance away from the big floating prison, at least he can’t pose any threat to Bai Shanshui and others.

However, he has already sensed the departure of Baishanshui.

He was one step too late.

If the last step at night was just not knowing where Baishanshui shot, but at this time the empress in the deep palace had foreseen something like this would happen in the big floating prison, how could he still take a step at night?

His brows furrowed deeply.

He could not understand.

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More incomprehensible than Moshoucheng is the black cavalry that rushed out of the old tomb in the eastern outskirts of Changling.

The black cavalry, whether it is a horse or a sergeant on a horse, is wearing black profound armor. The surface of the black armor is covered with mysterious runes like stars, and even the mask has invisible vents.

This person and horse are extremely heavy, but in the course of running, the horse’s hooves never fall, and the same goes against the wind.

This means that every sergeant on the horse is a practitioner, and the realm is not low.

This is exactly like an army rushed out of the ghost prison.

This army is also the undisputed strongest army of the Qin Dynasty.

However, this army, which seemed to have nothing to stop, came to a halt with the hand of the first general.

The general who had been hanging his head raised his head.

The profound armor on his body is also black, but the mask is made of platinum, so that it looks extraordinarily cold and strange.

The double swords interlaced on his back showed a cruel killing intent at this moment.

On the mountain road ahead, among the inexplicable clouds and mist, an unbelievable exclamation sounded, “General Bai?”

“Guo Dongshan?”

The general made a voiceless voice.

A cultivator standing on a sword light flew out of the fog. He looked at this general and the strongest army of Da Qin that could kill him many times in disbelief, and said: “What’s going on here? ?”

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A huge army moves in the wilderness like a whole.

This army has a tiger-wolf spirit, and half of it is the Tiger-wolf Northern Army led by Liang Lian, and the other half is the Tiger-wolf Southern Army led by General Xie Jiuyan.

General Liang Lian was assassinated in the formation, which was a shame that was difficult to wash away for all the troops of the Great Qin Dynasty, especially the Tiger Wolf Northern Army.

So at this moment the army is in a hurry.

They want to quickly rush to the big floating prison to complete the mission of Bufu.

However, when Guo Dongshan, who was supposed to go to the Great Floating Prison, intercepted the Killing God Army, the eyes of everyone in the Tiger Wolf Northern Army showed incomparable anger and despair.

They saw a familiar storm, and then felt a biting chill.

At the end of summer, autumn is coming.

What greeted them at this time was a blizzard that once swept the Tiger Wolf Northern Army.

A cast-iron figure let out a scream, and the general was Xie Jiuyan.

He was wearing soft black leather armor and a long black cloak behind him.

When he forced through this storm, the black leather armor on his body and the black cloak behind him were all frozen with ice.

The general’s feet shook, and the ice cracked to the ground.

However, he looked around, but his grandson Qianxue was no longer visible.