At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

Chang'an City, somewhere in the palace.

The dim light floated and fell through the screen on a chessboard, and in front of the chessboard sat a young Taoist man in a clothed crown, holding a whisk in his arms, and his fingers fell on the chessboard. Playing against him was a man in a bright yellow python robe, a curtain in front of him covering his face, his hand stretched out from the curtain, holding the sunspot, and knocking the chess piece on the chessboard after the Taoist dropped.

The two of them didn't know how long they had been like this, the black and white two sons on the chessboard were inextricably killed, and after the python robe man lost one son, the white son gradually prevailed, and the black son was defeated.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps on the corridor outside.

"Something happened to Master Guoshi!"

The door was pushed open, the wind blew in, the candle flame shook so badly that it seemed to be blown out, and the people who came shouted in panic.

The Taoist picked up a white child, gently landed it on the chessboard, blocked the momentum of the black man, and said lightly: "What is so alarming?" Don't let His Highness see the joke, and think that my national master has some uncontrollable wine bags under his hands. After

hearing this, the visitor made up his mind, knelt on the ground and saluted, and said, "Qiyu National Master, there is news from Yaodong City that a huge black formation has appeared over the city. The

Taoist frowned, pinched his fingers and calculated, and the heavenly machine he calculated was-Brother, this is stable.

？？？

This is the first time he has received such strange feedback, what does it mean to stabilize it?

The Taoist pinched his fingers again and calculated, and the result was that his fingers were smoking and it was still this sentence, brother, this is stable.

"What did the National Master count?"

Behind the curtain came the words of the python-robed man, in his impression, this national master is inscrutable, no matter what it is, it is only a single time to calculate a rough idea, but today he frowned and calculated so many times, it was really curious.

The Daoist shook the dust in his arms, closed his eyes, and sighed softly: "Someone has set up a bureau in Yaodong City, wanting to plan something that does not belong to him. "

Oh? Yaodong City, Ben Wang remembers that it seems to be a projectile land, right? The

python-robed man looked at the entangled black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, and then looked at the Taoist with his eyes closed, his hand stretched out again from the curtain, taking advantage of this gap, secretly moved the position of a few white pieces, and the black son lived.

"Your Highness, although the blade is small, it can also kill with one blow, although Yaodong City is small, it is also the land of Daxia, the embankment of thousands of miles, and it collapses in the anthill." The Taoist said indifferently.

"That king immediately sent people to Yaodong City." The python-robed man waved his hand, and the guards behind him immediately stepped forward to take orders.

"This poor road has been broken, Your Highness does not need to worry."

The Taoist chuckled, grabbed a corner of the chessboard, and suddenly carried it, the chessboard flipped, and the chess pieces crackled and flew back into the chess piece like raindrops, and the chessboard was empty.

"It's still early, Your Highness will accompany the poor road to the next set?" The Taoist said.

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In the city lord's mansion, today is a day of great joy, but the mansion is a mess, maids and subordinates flee and hide, and hanging lanterns and red silk are scattered everywhere, as if the mountain thieves have looted.

After a sudden white light, there was an additional wasteland in the house, which should have been the place where the bride and groom worshiped heaven and earth, but at this moment it was dusty and muddy, and there were only two figures fighting together.

Luo Qian's sword light rose and fell, and there were two more holes in the city lord's chest, and blood flowed.

And there were a few more wounds on his body, and his robe became tattered, and he scratched out a few large holes, as if hanging a red cloak, but the spirit sword in his hand was still fierce, and the white hidden sword intent was like a full autumn breeze, straddling his side.

The city lord covered his chest and said hoarsely: "Good boy, this sword technique is ruthless enough, but unfortunately it is still not enough, you can't kill me before the elixir power is exhausted, and how many times can you make the sword?" Let's be honest! I will give you one last chance to marry my daughter, and I can still act as if nothing happened, and you can at least live even if it is a marriage. As

soon as the words fell, as if to confirm what he said, the blood hole in the chest began to close slowly, black smoke was thick, blood and flesh grew from the inside, and the skin was sutured, leaving not even a scar.

"Lord City Lord, there is no point in showing your tongue quickly, whether I can kill you or not, I still need to try."

Luo Qian was not shaken by him, his expression was slightly cold, he raised his sword again, the sword light was like a rainbow, the meaning of white hiding was like a storm wrapped in dust and sand on the ground, and the rough and mixed mud and sand rolled up, turning into a salon and dancing.

"It's useless, you can't kill me."

The city lord said sadly, but his heart was cold, his intuition told him that this sword would be very terrifying, if he was careless, he was likely to die under this sword, he had both arms, bone spurs grew again on his back, his back bulged, bone spurs stabbed out of his back abruptly, and gathered in front of him to form a white bone wall, standing on the path of Luo Qian's sword.

At the same moment, the salon was raised, Luo Qian held the sword and stood up, a sword light lit up in the dazed world, cutting off the hazy color of the morning, the hard bone wall was as weak as paper in front of this sword, as if a candle could be extinguished with a light blow, in fact, it was also the case, the bone wall only hindered for a moment before it was crushed by the sword qi of Su Ge, and then, the sword became faster and faster, so fast that everything around was torn to pieces by the pressure, like a white rainbow passing by, the city lord's face changed sharply, and his arms stood in front of him to put on a defensive posture, black qi covered every part of the body, forming something like armor.

With a loud bang, the black qi on the city lord's body quickly dissipated, and the city lord's mansion was completely torn into ruins.

After this sword, the city lord's body was split in two from the top of his head, half of his head was broken in half, he forcibly pressed it with his hands, trying to close his body and head, and the remaining black smoke sewed up his flesh, but unfortunately, his head could no longer close.

"You..."

The city lord took his last breath, looked at him incredulously, and after a moment fell to the ground, his expression relaxed, as if he was laughing and crying.

"I lost, I can't see my daughter calling me daddy again, it's a pity that you didn't win, you didn't win, the formation is still there, my daughter will still come back to life, and no one can stop it."

Luo Qian stood weakly with his sword, the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and an irresistible sense of weakness appeared in his body.

He looked up at the black formation shrouded in the sky, and said after a moment: "Look, the formation is broken. The

city lord reluctantly raised his eyes to look up, only to see that the formation actually began to disintegrate, and soon dissipated like a cloud of smoke.

At the same time, a Qingyue voice sounded.

"Master, the apprentice is not late."

In the ruins, a silhouette walked, dragging the corpse of a tiger demon that had been dead for a while.

On the devastated debris, the girl's snow-like white dress was glued with dust, as if portraying the canvas of the landscape, and when she came, the wind and smoke dispersed, and in the silence, the girl's picturesque eyebrows were set off brightly, like snow lotus breaking through the ground, opening the most colorful petals.