Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 89
The imperial army surrounded in front of the imperial city receded like a tide in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.

"I didn't expect that you were still alive."

At the first sight when we first met, Yang Zongxian recognized Shen Qing's aura, and there was no lack of surprise in his tone:

"In just a few years, you have grown to this point. It seems that you really have the blood of the devil. The Northern Territory has not been peaceful in recent years. There is a legacy of the Duke of Zhen as a demon. It seems that you are behind it."

Up to this moment, he still believed that Shen Qing had become demonic and awakened the demonic blood, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the speed at which Shen Qing's strength improved.

"I'll see you on your way."

Shen Qing had no intention of talking nonsense with Yang Zongxian, the light in his eyes was slightly cold, and the saber in his palm rose again, the light of the saber was like the nine-day Milky Way falling down, tearing the rain curtain, without any hesitation, he slashed towards Yang Zongxian.

Yang Zongxian's gaze was fixed, not because of this terrifying knife light, but because of the calmness in Shen Qing's voice, without the slightest hint of madness, which is not in line with the omen of being possessed.

The most important thing is that when Shen Qing made a move, he didn't notice the slightest bit of blood power, only pure aura.

In an instant, the light of the saber reached the top of his head, Yang Zongxian's face was cold and stern, he didn't choose to shake it, and stepped into the air.

boom!
The light of the knife fell into the palace, and the imperial road paved with bluestone ten feet thick was cracked inch by inch. The whole imperial city was trembling, and the pavilions and palaces that had just been repaired collapsed again. Down.

Shen Qing had just withdrawn her saber, and before she could search for Yang Zongxian's trace, amidst the pattering rain, a bloody light suddenly appeared in the void, killing her head-on.

This is a blood-colored flying sword. There are spirit patterns engraved on the body of the sword. There is no grid and hilt. It was born for the purpose of controlling swords in the air. World.

This sword came too fast, in a hurry, Shen Qing didn't even have time to draw his saber back to defend, he slammed his waist and then bowed, barely avoiding half of his body.

The flying sword brushed against her cheek, and the overflowing sword energy tore through the mask, leaving a deep blood stain on her cheek.

Just a hair's breadth away, the flying sword would pierce through her head.

Shen Qing didn't care about the injury on her face. The moment the bloody flying sword appeared, she had already locked onto Yang Zongxian's position. The shadow of the knife flickered in her pupils, and her body was like lightning flashing across the sky. Clouds and rain above.

Standing in the sky, Yang Zongxian had six body-protecting artifacts floating beside him, surrounded by aura several feet thick. As the Son of Heaven, his cards were far beyond the imagination of those old ghosts in the Gangsha Realm overseas. Rich as hell.

The time Wen Tianfeng and others took action, even if Sikong Yuan hadn't intervened, his life would not have been in danger.

boom!
The Thunder Saber opened the sky, and with a flick of a finger, more than ten sword lights poured out, piercing the sky, drawing out the power of thunder in the dark clouds, and the aura became more and more frightening.

Yang Zongxian flew up and retreated again and again. His aura was shattered one by one by the extremely domineering knife gang. He chased and fled, and ran hundreds of miles in a blink of an eye.

The bloody flying sword from before was still haunted and harassed all around, making Shen Qing extremely annoyed.

"Your stellar energy will eventually be exhausted. Without help, what you did today is nothing but self-destruction."

Under the protection of the magic weapon, Yang Zongxian still had enough energy to speak, wanting to disturb Shen Qing's mind:
"You are too anxious. In a few years, I will definitely not be your opponent. But for Shen Lie's sake, after this battle, I will forgive you for attempting to kill the king and treason. It's a side room, but now that your appearance has been damaged, you probably won't receive many patrons..."

Bang!
Before the words fell, Shen Qing tore the last barrier of spiritual light in front of Yang Zongxian's body, and the thunder and fire overflowing from the knife light ignited Yang Zongxian's body, and the dragon robe turned into ashes in an instant, showing a strong upper body and bloody skin. Under the sky, the spirit patterns are looming.

Shen Qing did not give him a chance to breathe, stepped forward with one step, forced into the place three feet in front of Yang Zongxian, slashed horizontally, and swept towards his throat.

"As I said just now, you are too impatient."

Yang Zongxian suddenly stopped his retreating figure and sneered.

woo-

There was an explosion of piercing gold and cracking stones in the void, and the blood-colored flying sword that had been harassing the surroundings suddenly appeared behind Shen Qing, split into four, and cut out four blood-colored sword lights, locking onto Shen Qing's limbs.

Yang Zongxian's attack was a cruel ultimate move, he didn't even target Shen Qing's vitals, intending to save her life.

To Yang Zongxian's surprise, in Shen Qing's blood-stained face, there was no surprise at all, and he didn't even choose to return to defense. The hand holding the knife was still steady, and it came straight to his throat.

hum-

A layer of orange light covering more than three feet appeared behind Shen Qing, with pale golden Sanskrit flowing, and the soft chants of bells echoing continuously.

In order to reduce the number of variables in this battle, Shen Qing took the bell back from Zhao Yu's hand to prevent accidents.

boom!
Under the four sword lights, the mask was covered with cracks in an instant, and it only lasted for one breath before collapsing.

The bell shattered into several pieces, but after all, it bought Shen Qing a little time, and the saber in his hand chopped down without any hesitation.

Yang Zongxian recognized the bell, his eyes were about to split, his palms turned over, and he sacrificed a magic weapon again, but it was too late.

puff!
The long knife fell on the side of Yang Zongxian's neck and tore open Yang Zongxian's chest. Blood spilled into the sky, and a beating heart could be faintly seen among the broken organs.

call--

The bloody sword light behind Shen Qing had also arrived, and she also had no time to react. While dodging, her left arm was still cut off by the sword light, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Yang Zongxian fell from the sky and smashed into a wilderness, dust filled the sky.

This area is nearly a thousand miles away from the imperial capital, the clouds are gone, and the sky is clear for thousands of miles.

In the deep pit, Yang Zongxian struggled to find a porcelain bottle, poured out several pills and stuffed them into the mouth. The knife marks on his chest and abdomen were filled with bleeding light, and after a while of wriggling, they began to grow gradually.

This is a pill refined with the essence of monks in the Gang Sha Realm, and it has an indescribable magical effect on repairing injuries.

Four blood-colored flying swords fell from the sky and surrounded Yang Zongxian's side, one of which was still stained with blood. He raised his head and stared at the sky, his eyes were slightly cold.

He had just seen with his own eyes that the flying sword cut off Shen Qing's left arm, which would undoubtedly have a great impact on his combat power, and it was not that he had no chance of surviving.

Standing in the sky, Shen Qing looked down at Yang Zongxian, and pressed the half of his stumped arm back to the wound.

Under Yang Zongxian's horrified eyes, the crack on Shen Qing's left arm gradually disappeared, and the deep bony scar on his cheek squirmed for a while, and healed in an instant, even the blood disappeared, and the whole body was full of blood. The fluctuation of Gang Qi, which was still abundant at the beginning, did not attenuate in the slightest.

Such a strange scene made Yang Zongxian's bones stand cold for a moment, and he couldn't tell whether Shen Qing in front of him was a human or a ghost.

Shen Qing did not pursue, but waved at Yang Zongxian who was in the pit, and said calmly, "Come again."

After some fights, she has basically figured out where Yang Zongxian's limit lies. This is undoubtedly an opponent who can bring her life and death pressure, but he does not have the strength to kill her instantly.

For Shen Qing, this was a good whetstone, and she realized where her shortcomings were.

All along, she had too little fighting experience with the monks, so she suffered losses repeatedly before. If she kept fighting with life for life in the future, one day she would capsize in the gutter.

Today, this is a rare opportunity.

Yang Zongxian also sensed Shen Qing's intentions, his face was no longer relaxed and became extremely ugly.

Shen Qing already regarded him as something in his palm, a whetstone that could be manipulated at will.

He lowered his head helplessly, and the four flying swords hanging by his side also slowly fell down.

Such a severe injury like a broken arm can heal in an instant. The secrets of Shen Qing's body are beyond his comprehension.

There are such evildoers in the world, maybe just as the national teacher said, Daxia's imperial fortune has come to an end...

After all, he is the son of Daxia. When he is about to die, it is better to save face for himself...

Sensing the sluggish fighting spirit on Yang Zongxian's body, Shen Qing gradually sank, Shen Qing frowned, and after thinking for a moment, her eyebrows gradually relaxed, and the corners of her mouth slightly curled:
"Yang Zongxian, I have something to ask you."

Hearing this, Yang Zongxian raised his head subconsciously.

Shen Qing was condescending, glanced up and down at him, and there was a very obvious mocking look on his face:

"Can you still understand?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zongxian's complexion turned red instantly, and the corners of his eyes almost cracked:

"Bitch! You insult me ​​too much!"

To ridicule him face to face, this kind of words, uttered from a woman's mouth, is astonishingly lethal, with Yang Zongxian's mind, he is also furious and provoked to kill.

boom!
The bloody sword energy soared, soaring into the sky, and charged towards Shen Qing.

Yang Zongxian's blood was boiling, like boiling oil dripping water, it exploded in an instant, and the spirit lines on his body flickered, almost starting to burn.

His pupils were bloodshot, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he didn't even have the slightest strength to retreat.

The smile on Shen Qing's face gradually expanded, and while the gang qi surged, a strange image appeared behind her, vaguely manifesting a starry sky, and the dao species in her dantian spun wildly, pushing her state to the extreme.

boom!
The brilliance of the stars shone, colliding with the blood-colored sword energy continuously, and the majestic air waves overflowed, crushing the stratus clouds hundreds of miles around.

"kill!"

Yang Zongxian roared in his mouth, and the spirit lines on his body twisted for a while, as if they had reached the limit, and they were broken layer by layer, making him cough up blood. His already seriously injured body seemed to be a sign of a dying candle, and the fireworks gradually faded.

But the sword light he slashed down was one heavier than the other, as if to tear the universe apart, leaving more than a dozen sword marks on Shen Qing's body with bone deep visible.

Under such a desperate and frenzied attack, Shen Qing almost retreated repeatedly.

Every time they confront each other, the stellar qi in her body trembles, as if being tempered by a giant hammer, it becomes more and more pure, this is the transformation that can only be obtained through killing.

She even suppressed the urge to dial the sundial backwards. Back to the beginning, these changes would disappear, and this battle would be in vain.

boom!
The sound of fierce collision echoed in the sky, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the sound spread for hundreds of miles, the roar of knives was like the howling of tigers, and the cry of swords was like the chant of dragons.

After another confrontation, the shadow of the knife flickering in Shen Qing's pupils became brighter and brighter. She no longer cared about the injuries on her body, and also fell into a state of ecstasy. Holding the knife in blood, she tore Yang Zongxian's chest again!

puff!
Yang Zongxian's heart suddenly dissipated, and he backed up suddenly, coughing up blood, and the aura in his eyes was dim.

This time, Shen Qing didn't hold back the slightest, stepped forward, and the shadow of the knife criss-crossed all directions, instantly dismembering Yang Zongxian's body and beheading his head with one blow.

A rain of blood mixed with corpses fell from the sky, only the head was held by Shen Qing.

Seeing Yang Zongxian's ferocious face with wide-open eyes, Shen Qing raised his hand to close his eyelids.

The blood from the sword marks on his body gushed like a spring, dyeing the black outfit into purple-black, with a strong smell of blood,

Without the sundial, Shen Qing's body was no different from that of an ordinary monk, and he still felt a little out of strength at the moment.

After calming down the turbulent breath in her body, Shen Qing simply bandaged the wound, took out a new mask from the spirit ring, put it on, and returned to the imperial capital with Yang Zongxian's head.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the dilapidated imperial capital was shrouded in mist and rain, making it less popular.

Shen Qing entered from the gate of the imperial palace, and someone was watching in the dark, but she didn't intervene, and stepped straight into the Golden Luan Hall.

Half of the Jinluan Hall collapsed, only a few main beams were still there, Shen Qing hung Yang Zongxian's head under the plaque in front of the hall using hair as a rope, then turned and left.

It won't be long before she returns to this place again.

In this head, she stuffed a piece of spirit stone with engraved spirit lines. This piece of spirit stone has only one function, which is positioning.

Under such circumstances, the person who still dares to collect Yang Zongxian's body must be his diehard loyalist. Shen Qing wants to use this head to kill the grass and roots, so as to avoid future troubles.

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The moment Yang Zongxian died, outside the imperial capital, a carriage shook slightly and slowly moved along the muddy official road.

pat...

The crisp sound echoed in the carriage, and the jade beads carved from Lingshi rolled all over the carriage.

Looking at the suddenly broken bracelet, the Taoist in Tsing Yi let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

A twenty-eight-year-old woman was sitting opposite the Taoist. She was wearing a light green shirt and had a pretty face. Looking at the jade beads scattered on the ground, she frowned slightly. She also heard the huge movement just now, and thought that today's The thunder was louder, but I didn't think much about it.

The carriage staggered forward. After hesitating for a while, the woman couldn't help asking:
"National teacher, when can I return to the imperial capital?"

After finishing the words, she lowered her head, caressed her lower abdomen, and said softly, "Your Majesty hasn't named this child yet."

"You don't have to go back to the imperial capital in this life." The Taoist in Tsing Yi didn't even raise his eyes, his expression was indifferent, without the slightest emotion.

"Master, what do you mean?"

The woman's complexion changed slightly. She was pregnant with a dragon heir, and she was the eldest son of the emperor. It can be said that she was a certainty in ascending to the position of empress in the future.

Seeing the Taoist's closed eyes, the woman swallowed, and said with some luck, "Is Your Majesty planning to move the capital?"

Today's imperial capital is indeed not worthy of its name, there are only large areas of broken bricks and tiles.

"You don't need to call me a national teacher anymore."

Master Yun Ming slowly opened his eyes, and there was no wave in his eyes:

"From today... there will be no Da Xia."

(End of this chapter)