The Sword Dynasty - 641. Chapter 640

The flying dragon was in the sky, and Baili Suxue at this time did not know how many practitioners were trembling. However, he looked at the outline of Changling, and there was no pride in his eyes except for hatred.

This is a huge city, with no edge at a glance. A few years before Yuanwu ascended the throne, this may be the largest city-state in history with a population of over one million, not to mention other counties. The foreign population of the state comes from caravans from all dynasties and regions.

Regardless of what Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu had stolen in the end, he would not be able to do things like Wang Jingmeng and the prosperity of the dynasty after the law was changed to make the people live and work in peace and contentment.

As for Wang Jingmeng who went all the way through the alleys into the Changling Mausoleum and finally died in battle, it is not unreasonable. It is not that he did not think that he would adopt a certain method to enter the palace. It was just forced by the situation. He had to use this method in exchange for it. Some people survived.

Wang Jingmeng did not have more than ten years of preparation time like himself, so compared with Wang Jingmeng, he felt that he was not proud of him.

Even if they disagree, even if Wang Jingmeng does not listen to persuasion, the other party is a real person after all, and he does not hide his thoughts and emotions at all in front of him… So even if he is annoyed by Wang Jingmeng, even if he closes the gate, he will not even give him the opportunity to meet. Wang Jingmeng, but it was just anger. He just thought that time would make Wang Jingmeng see clearly, but he didn’t expect the changes to be so fast and so drastic.

Since Wang Jingmeng is always his best friend in his heart, he naturally wants to avenge Wang Jingmeng.

He naturally wants to accomplish what Wang Jingmeng did not accomplish.

…

Youlong enters Changling.

It flew so high that even the cloudy moon in the corners of Changling could not be affected. On the contrary, when it flew across the sky, the shadow of its body dropped from the sky like a huge mysterious moon, which enveloped these tall turrets.

In a quiet house in Changling, in front of the window of a pavilion, a young man in Chinese clothes looked at the shadow of the dragon moving grandiosely on the central axis of Changling. His complexion was extremely gray.

This is Duanmuhou Mansion.

This Chinese-clothed teenager is Duanmu Jingzong.

He is one of the geniuses of Changling and a student of the Minshan Sword Sect. However, he was a very important piece of Zheng Xiu at the Minshan Sword Club. At this moment, his father Duanmuhou led the army to kill the Minshan Mountain and Duanmu. The ass of Hou Mansion naturally sat firmly on the side of Empress Zheng Xiu.

Changling is very empty at this time.

Duanmuhou Mansion is also very empty.

Those powerful practitioners who were recalled from the army, and the worship of the mansion, followed Duanmuhou to kill the Minshan Mountain.

When he looked at the dragon flying from the Jianzong of Minshan in fear, a very small, but very cold girl, had already walked into the very empty Duanmuhou Mansion.

Duanmu Jingzong was still looking at the dragon shadow dropped from high in the sky. He just smelled the smell of blood and felt the strange vitality fluctuations. The moment his head was down, he saw the figure of this young girl.

His face suddenly became pale.

“What do you want to do?”

He couldn’t help but yelled out.

However, he himself actually knew the answer to this question.

This girl is Jing Liuli.

And she walked in blood all the way.

Jing Liuli looked at the young man whose face was whiter than the white powder on the wall because of fear, and there was a strong sarcasm on his face naturally. According to her original temperament, she was disdainful to answer at this time.

However, thinking of studying in this city, thinking of some words Ding Ning had said to her, she knew that the answer at this time could increase the fear in the opponent’s heart, so she looked at Duanmu Jingzong mockingly, and said lightly: “Are you an idiot? Your father went to Minshan to kill my master. I’m here to kill you people in Duanmuhou Mansion. Of course this is a fair thing.”

Duanmu Jingzong is also a well-known figure among the younger generation of practitioners in Changling, but he himself is a disciple of the Minshan Jianzong, and he knows Jing Liuli very well, and the more he understands, the more he knows how terrifying Jing Liuli is.

At this moment, when he heard these words, his body was trembling with fear, and he trembled: “You…Aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to get out of Changling?”

This is the weakest intimidation.

So the mocking look on Jing Liuli’s face is stronger.

She turned her head and looked around, looking at the whole city panicking because of the flying dragon in the sky, looking at the chaotic turrets that are still struggling to find the traces of Ye Ce Leng, and feeling that the officials of Shendu Jian and Jiantianji are in the streets. The vitality fluctuated in the air while fighting in the middle of the world, and laughed at the same time, “Now Changling is very chaotic.”

Changling is chaotic, which means that even if a person like him is killed, no one cares at all, and no one can take care of it.

Duanmu Jingzong understood that he could only rely on himself.

So he almost pleaded: “Senior Sister, I am also a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect.”

“Just because you are a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect, so don’t think about fleeing, I will give you a fair chance to fight.” Jing Liuli looked at him and said quietly.

Just as her voice sounded, Duanmu Jingzong made a howl like a wild beast, and a thick fog surged in front of him, and the whole person swept back crazy under the cover of the thick fog.

However, at this moment, his cry stopped.

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Jing Liuli’s profile face.

Jing Liuli’s figure was already with him.

His body stiffened involuntarily.

There was a soft sound.

He looked at the sound of the sound in confusion, only to see that the afterimage of a black stone sword was retracting, and his heart vein had penetrated, and he could see the scenery behind him.

“Why… why use such a sword?”

When the fear reached the extreme and everything became settled, his mind was numb, and he asked this sentence for no reason.

The sword used by Jing Liuli is very ordinary. It is the “Moxi” sword. In the Minshan Sword Valley, it is a stone sword made with the essence of inkstone.

At this moment, what he didn’t understand was that since the Minshan Sword Sect was prepared, and while riding on this city, Jing Liuli entered the city to kill, so he should use the best sword of Minshan instead of this one. Kind of very common stone sword.

“Wash out the lead, Master wants me to fight without relying on talents or swordsmanship.”

Jing Liuli took the sword and answered the last question in his life, “And this is just experience. I am not the protagonist of Changling today.”

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Jing Liuli walked out of the bloody Duanmuhou Mansion without any scruples.

In the depths of Duanmuhou’s Mansion, some women and children heard the repressed cry of fear.

Her footsteps suddenly stopped and her eyes narrowed slightly.

In an alley to her side, a teenager stood.

Like Duguhou, he also carried many swords on his back.

This is Dugubai.

Just squinting at him, Jing Liuli returned to absolute calm, and said: “Since you have found me, you haven’t brought anyone here, and there is no killing intent, what do you mean?”

Dugubai looked at her, took a deep breath, and said, “I am a disciple of the Minshan Sword Sect.”

Jing Liuli frowned slightly and said, “What about then?”

Dugubai said, “My father helps the queen, and I help you and Master.”