Mountains and rivers are in her palm

"Stop making unnecessary sacrifices, Madam-in-law, you know that all of you combined will not be Pindao's opponent." Song Huaxu waved his hand, and another group of slaves fell to the ground lifeless.

Sun Qinglian looked at the slaves who had laughed and laughed with her in the past, all rushing to hell, and her whole body was a little shaken.

Is this scene very similar to the national loyalists waiting for reinforcements at Yanmen Pass?
Her eyes slipped from the scarlet blood stain on the corner of Yan Hongzhao's lips, and fell on Wu Bie, who was half-kneeling on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

These young kids…

They still have a long life ahead of them.

Sun Qinglian was holding the long sword, the sword was ordinary, she gently stroked the hilt.

"That's..." Song Huaxu's pupils shrank suddenly: "That iron sword is..."

"Yes!" Sun Qinglian held the long sword and walked forward.

"Grandma!" Yan Congze cried and screamed.

Sun Qinglian turned around and saw tears on his face, and his mouth was so tight that it could hang an oil can.

"You are very brave today. You must always be so brave in the future. Grandma will always love you." Sun Qinglian turned around with a smile and walked towards Song Huaxu unswervingly.

"I didn't expect you to recognize this sword, Song Huaxu. I thought you were ungrateful and had forgotten it a long time ago."

Song Huaxu's eyes were complicated.

This long sword was forged by him and given to Yan Guozhong.

"This sword followed him back from Yanmen Pass. I kept it to see things and miss people. Until the end of my life, this sword accompanied him to kill enemies." Sun Qinglian's words were full of hatred.

How ironic!
The person he had always thought of as a kind brother was actually the culprit who put him in trouble!

Sun Qinglian raised her hand and swung her sword fiercely, whizzing towards Song Huaxu.

I originally thought he would hide, but I didn't expect Song Huaxu to just stand there and not understand.

The sword intent cut the clothes on his chest, and blood seeped out from the wound, becoming his first wound of the day.

Upon seeing this, Sun Qinglian sneered twice, full of disdain.

"Brother Yan, did you really carry this sword with you until the end?" Song Huaxu stared at the iron sword.

"Is it important?" Sun Qinglian didn't want to answer this question at all.

Everyone has been killed by him, so what's the point of the sword?

Holding the sword tightly with both hands, Sun Qinglian stepped forward and looked at him calmly: "Come here, young children are fighting. I, an old man, can't stand it anymore."

Song Huaxu stared at her: "You are no match for me."

"You won't know until you try it." Sun Qinglian slowly closed her eyes. She had endured half a year of hardships and had completely white hair on her temples. She was once a delicate girl that the Sun family was proud of.

She never underestimated any enemy, nor looked down upon any enemy.

For everyone, I am in a [-]/[-] mood.

When she opened her eyes again, Sun Qinglian's eyes were calm.

"Hong Zhao, take care of everyone and wait for your sister to come back."

Yan Hongzhao walked directly in front of the wet nurse without making any coy gesture, blocking Yan Congze's eyes.

at this time.

The iron sword's sword intent was so powerful that Feng Lan exploded in the yard, and Song Huaxu's eyes flashed with astonishment.

He never thought that in this place where spiritual energy was lacking, there would be people who could cultivate sword intent.

It’s still such pure sword intent!
Or is it the sword intention that comes with that sword?

Killing intent, overwhelming killing intent!
Following Sun Qinglian's movements, even Song Huaxu felt a sense of oppression.

"Here we come." Sun Qinglian's voice was very soft.

She also moves very slowly.

At least that's how it is in the eyes of everyone.

But beads of sweat had gathered on Song Huaxu's forehead.

In his sight, Sun Qinglian was very fast, so fast that he could only catch the afterimage. By the time he could see the person's concrete form, the iron sword had already appeared in front of him.

interesting.

It's really interesting.On the mainland where spiritual energy is scarce, there is actually such a powerful person, and the other party is an old woman who can only chant scriptures and Buddha in the inner room!
After a few moves, Song Huaxu and Sun Qinglian bounced away from each other.

Song Huaxu still stood where he was.

But Sun Qinglian was already half-kneeling on the ground, bloodshot eyes overflowing from the corners of her lips.

She raised her hand to touch it, and the back of her hand was scarlet.

"Mother!" Yan Hongzhao exclaimed and stepped forward to help, but Sun Qinglian stopped her.

From the corner of her eye, she saw Wubie cross-legged to heal his wounds, his eyes deep.

I have to hold on for a while.

Just wait until she comes back late.

Sun Qinglian leaned on the iron sword for support and stood up straight.

The hair accessories had long been scattered on the ground due to the fight. At this moment, three thousand white strands were hanging down and drifting in the autumn wind, making her more independent from the world and more like an immortal than Song Huaxu.

"Song Huaxu, you are not from this world." Sun Qinglian said with a smile.

Song Huaxu's face turned cold, but he quickly curled his lips: "Why did Mrs. Sister-in-law say this?"

"Don't you feel familiar with the sword intention on this iron sword?" Sun Qinglian said as if she was saying that the autumn weather is refreshing today: "This is a gift from an old friend."

"Who?" Song Huaxu narrowed his eyes.

Sun Qinglian was enigmatic: "Back then, you cast the sword and gave it to my husband. I took it to Nanshan Temple to have it consecrated for my safety. I met a noble man who said that this sword was very good, but it lacked a touch of sword power."

"She took the iron sword away and returned it three days later. She served my husband and took this sword to kill the enemy in blood. He never left her body until he reached Yanmen Pass. The sword was used to kill people."

Sun Qinglian raised the iron sword in front of her and sighed.

"But now, if the sword's intention is gone, the sword will also die."

As her words fell, the iron sword quickly turned into powder and disappeared in the horrified eyes of everyone, leaving only the hilt.

Sun Qinglian looked at Song Huaxu: "You are right, I am not your opponent, but you can't even think of taking away my grandson today. Song Huaxu, I, Sun Qinglian, although I have lived in a boudoir for a long time and have no interest in worldly affairs, I have not been living in vain for so many years. , this sword intention, and that old friend, you weigh it yourself. The world is so big, you are not the only one who is domineering, there are many hermits and masters!"

Song Huaxu slowly put away the white ball in his palm and stood up straight: "It's okay for Madam-in-law to deceive a three-year-old child with these words, but it's too much to deceive a poor man."

Hermit master?He lived in this world for an unknown number of years, those who were stronger than him had passed away long ago, and the rest were not as powerful as him, and there were those who were more powerful than him and have not passed away, but there are, in Penglai.

But now he was particularly interested in this old man.

"How about this? Madam-in-law tells Pindao who this old friend is, and Pindao won't embarrass you today."

What Sun Qinglian was waiting for was his words.

"Da Wei successively."

Song Huaxu was stunned for a moment: "Zhang Lanyi?"

"No." Sun Qinglian raised her lips and smiled: "I am talking about the biological mother of the current Emperor Dawei, Queen Jingyuan."

She suppressed the blood in her throat.

After all, this sword intention cannot be controlled by her, and she succeeded today.

But Sun Qinglian has no regrets.

Only she, using this sword, can make Song Huaxu stop.

"It turned out to be her..." Song Huaxu remembered that Queen Jingyuan was a poor, overly beautiful woman. I heard that she died of a long-term illness.

Are they the same kind of people?

Song Huaxu felt that there was nothing in this world that could shake him.

But today, his mood was fluctuated one after another.

Yao Shi felt the change in his mood, and he beat uneasily in his arms to dissipate heat.

"No one can tell where Empress Jingyuan came from. The emperor brought her back during a hunting tour, and then tried his best to arrange her identity and background. Finally, he brought her home as a beautiful woman and gave birth to the present-day His Majesty Xiao Pingfeng. , if you want to know more about Queen Jingyuan, why not take a trip to Dawei yourself."

Sun Qinglian spoke calmly.

Misfortune to the east.