Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Changan.

Heavy snow is flying.

Above the Baiyu Square, the atmosphere became more and more serious, and even a little bit murderous.

As more and more evidence was revealed, the third prince Li Liancheng seemed to be trapped in the urn, unable to find any way out.

A pair of eyes stared at the third prince Li Liancheng, making him clenched his fists involuntarily, while the third prince Li Liancheng's eyes were staring at Nan Yehuo in the line of the sect master.

攫欝攫. When everyone was staring at the third prince, the white-haired and white-robed Chao Xiaojian smiled.

He walked out of the wind and snow, stepped down the white jade stairs, taking a step to escape a ray of sword energy, and in the end, the sword energy rose like a flame!

Chao Xiaojian stared at Nanye Huo.

Chao Xiaojian didn't know if the third prince was the mastermind. He only knew that the disciples of Jianshu Sect had suffered all their grievances in this resource war.

If the head Sister is not here, the sword Shuzong is the biggest in his Chao Xiaojian, and he Chao Xiaojian... He should seek justice for these children so that they will not be wronged!

Whoever caused them to be wronged, he will give Xiaojian the wrongdoing and give it back double!

I don’t know who the mastermind is, but what is certain is... Donglu Jianzong definitely can’t run away!

Lin Muzhe used the beast-repelling beads to provoke the tide of beasts. He wanted all the disciples of Jianshu Sect to die in the resource battle. This is solid evidence. Undoubtedly, even though Lin Muzhe died, and died very miserably, However, Chao Xiaojian still felt that Fang Lang and others had suffered a great grievance!

Arched his hand towards the small sword towards the Taiji Hall.

Then he drank coldly.

"Nan Yehuo, come out!"

The voice agitated above Baiyu Square, causing countless white snowflakes to burst.

"If you dare not follow along, believe it or not, I will go three thousand miles east today and kill all the disciples of your Donglu Jianzong."

The words fall.

Shocked that the entire Baiyu Square fell into dead silence.

After slaughtering the entire East Lu Sword Sect, if someone else talks about this matter, everyone will only sneer, but the white-haired sword demon towards Xiaojian...maybe it can really be done!

Afterwards, in the complicated eyes of many suzerains, Chao Xiaojian turned into a stream of light, tearing the heavy snow, and rushing into the sky.

The death of Lin Muzhe made Nanye Huo's heart distraught.

But Lin Muzhe's death made the Eastern Lu Jianzong no longer able to pick himself up. As the Sect Master of the Eastern Lu Jianzong, Nan Yehuo did not have many choices now. He also rose up with the sword and chased away.

The two rushed to the nine heavens.

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Youzhou Demon Que.

The fourth resource station.

In the pavilion of the post station, the eldest prince Li Tianlin sat quietly, beside the fire, the spout of the kettle was steaming.

Li Tianlin really enjoyed the feeling of having everything under his control, playing with everything within the applause, he was like the Buddha recorded in the books of Guanfohai, and the palm could suppress everything.

It was like a fight between black and white in a game of chess, everything was under his control.

He likes to see the desperate face of his opponent.

Just like the gentleman Jian Wen Ting who was defeated by him back then.

He was different from the third prince Li Liancheng. In Li Tianlin's eyes, Li Liancheng was too stupid and stupid, and Li Liancheng, who had stayed with those barbaric aliens for a long time, became only able to use domineering and unruly behavior to solve problems.

It's easy to miss, and it's easy to get rid of it.

Li Tianlin's eyes were deep, he drank the tea in the cup, and slowly stood up.

The torrential rain was endless, and the breeze caused by the wind waved his four-clawed python robe.

Li Tianlin's eyes were a bit far-reaching and profound, and he looked towards Chang'an.

Li Tianlin felt that he was the only one who inherited the blood of Emperor Tang, and that he was truly like the Emperor Tang when he was young, that kind of inexhaustible strategy, that everything is under control.

The crown prince, he Li Tianlin is the most suitable, the future Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, he Li Tianlin is the most suitable.

However, Li Tianlin knew...he never had the chance to become the prince, the emperor of the next generation of Tang Dynasty.

The so-called battle between the crown princes is actually just a joke.

Even Li Liancheng, the third prince, was not pleased by his father because he was too involved with foreign races.

The only thing that the emperor father likes is that stupid dick!

Li Tianlin thought it was ridiculous. After waiting for so many years, his father was finally willing to establish a prince, but... it wasn't him.

He worked so hard, but Emperor Tang turned a blind eye. He was a foolish **** who knew nothing, but he was favored by Emperor Tang.

How could the future master of Datang World be a fool? !

There was a fire burning in Li Tianlin's chest.

Looking at the Lianzhu rain curtain, Li Tianlin's eyes flashed across the screen, which was when he approached Tie Lü step by step.

In the depths of the imperial city, there is an iron law hanging, that is the iron law of the Tang Dynasty.

The iron law poured out with the blood of royal children.

Powerful and majestic, symbolizing power.

The iron law lasted for endless years and was the treasure that the emperors of all dynasties mastered!

It is also the power that Li Tianlin pursues!

Every time Li Tianlin poured his own blood into Tielu, Li Tianlin could even feel Tielu's heart beating astonishingly, as if Tielu turned into a real person!

Li Tianlin felt that in front of Tie Li, he seemed to be extremely small.

It is this insignificance that makes Li Tianlin more eager to own and control the iron law.

Only by becoming the true emperor of the Tang Dynasty can you be qualified to control the iron law.

Li Tianlin looked at the falling raindrops and the gradually hazy world, his eyes were also hazy.

Father, Iron Law...

What happened ten years ago?

巘戅 Fantasy 戅. Ten years ago, Xuanyuan Taihua was lost in the Loulan Demon Que, and King Jiang Wu, who had returned from the demon trap in an embarrassing manner, sealed himself in the mansion, and he had not been out for ten years.

Behind this big event that shocked the entire Datang world, whether the Emperor Tang succeeded in attacking the power beyond the limits of the world, it seemed that there were not so many people concerned.

However, Li Tianlin was still paying attention, and he had not found any clues through his constant testing over the years.

Is it successful? Or... failed?

If he succeeds, he will never have any chance to ascend the throne in his life.

But if it fails... then this is his opportunity for Li Tianlin to set off an uproar and change his established destiny.

Therefore, Li Tianlin must test it out this time, no matter what!

Even if...what would it matter if the world was messed up?攫欝攫

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Fang Lang calmly looked at the eldest prince Li Tianlin.

In fact, in the inn, Fang Lang knew he was wrong when he heard that the officials of Dali Temple were detained by the prince's order.

From the very beginning, I guessed wrong, and it was not the third prince who instigated Lin Muzhe to provoke the tide of beasts to attack them!

In other words, the three princes are just a backer or calculated.

The real master, the real nobleman behind Lin Muzhe, and even the nobleman behind Donglu Jianzong, is the eldest prince Li Tianlin.

Therefore, Fang Lang did not refuse and came to see the prince in person.

Killing Lin Muzhe might have been unexpected by the eldest prince. This was an unexpected change.

Fang Lang was dressed in blood, and his face under the hat was not too eager. For the eldest prince Li Tianlin, Fang Lang felt disgust and dislike from deep in his heart.

"You can kill Lin Muzhe, indeed beyond my expectation."

The prince smiled.

"What I said to you last time, can you think about it?"

At that time, during the conversation between the prince and Fang Lang in the Palace of Rites, Fang Lang refused the solicitation of the prince.

Fang Lang shook his head: "Zi Xia's thoughts have never changed."

The prince raised his eyebrows, then poured a cup of tea and tossed it slowly.

This cup of tea broke the rain curtain stably and floated towards Fang Lang.

"Have a cup of tea and think about it again."

"I will give you another chance."

The teacup floated in front of Fang Lang.

However, Fang Lang slowly raised his hand. The palm of his blood-stained sleeve came out, his thumb touched his middle finger, and his fingers flicked.

Hum!

The surrounding rain curtain exploded instantly, the invisible sword wave spread, and the floating tea cup was instantly shattered by Fang Lang's bomb!

"Tao is different, don't eat tea."

Fang Lang said.

The torn apart tea turned into mist and misted in the rain.

This snap indicated Fang Lang's attitude.

The smile on the face of the prince began to disappear little by little.

"Lin Muzhe should have been sent by His Highness."

Fang Lang cast off the water stains on his hands, his eyes drooping, and said lightly.

The words came out.

Ni Wen, Liu Bubai, and her brother Shu Yuehua couldn't help being surprised. Isn't Lin Muzhe a disciple of Donglu Jianzong?

Isn't it the third prince who sent her here?

"It's just a test for you."

The eldest prince also said lightly.

"test?"

"If I were killed by Lin Muzhe, it would not be a test."

"You will be the victim of a plot to calculate the three princes."

"The children of the royal family are so arrogant, so arrogant, so cold-blooded, the third prince is, so are you."

"Do you think that as a royal family, you are worthy of the world's gratitude for giving alms at will?"

Fang Lang raised his hand and obliquely grasped the hilt of the Lotus Sword in the dark cloud-covered sky.

Little by little, he drew out the lotus sword.

As if a wave of momentum is constantly converging, it is necessary to chop off the dense fog covering the sky.

Around, the servants of Dali Temple held the handle of the knife at their waist one after another.

The atmosphere was instantly tense.

Huang Ying and Jiang Linglong also held their sword hilts, their expressions solemn.

The performance of the big prince was equivalent to acquiescing that Lin Muzhe was dispatched by him. In that case, they could only draw their swords.巘戅 chase yo literature zhuI戅

"Toast and not eat fine wine, in fact, if you hadn't drawn the lotus sword, I might really be a courteous corporal for you."

"But when you pull the lotus sword, you become like that woman in Xuanyuan Taihua... lofty and disgusting!"

Li Tianlin said indifferently.

"Dare you draw your sword at me?"

Li Tianlin stood wearing a white cloak, and soon, a playful smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"That was the case with Wen Ting back then, and so is your Fang Lang as a student of Wen Ting."

"The master and the apprentice are so arrogant, so ignorant of awe."

Li Tianlin stretched out his hand, and on one finger, the raindrops that fell rapidly suddenly suspended and stagnated.

"I won't kill you. I'm different from the third child. If his reason is dominated by anger, he can't control his hands, but I... won't."

Li Tianlin smiled brilliantly.

Step by step, he stepped into the rain curtain, and the rain curtain disappeared all over his body.

"Zhuang Yuan Lang... you are very arrogant and confident, with dazzling light, just like Wen Ting back then."

"If you join me, I will give you a bright future, but you choose to stand on the opposite side of me."

"Are you very conceited of your talent?"

"Then I will plant a seed of fear deep in your heart, smash your sword heart, and make you alive...like Wen Ting."

Step down.

The white cloak of the great prince flew up, and the raindrops all over the sky seemed to be stagnant, as if the pause button had been pressed.

A feeling of oppression like a mountain, a feeling of oppression like a lone boat facing a huge wave of 10,000 meters, emerged from Fang Lang's heart.

The eyes of the eldest prince Li Tianlin sparkled with a bright golden light.

There was a faint power that impacted the soul, rushing towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang's face was solemn and solemn. Since he would choose to see the eldest prince, he was naturally emboldened.

The enemy is the most terrible in the dark, but once in the light, the sense of oppression will be minimized.

In Fang Lang's view, the eldest prince is more hateful than the third prince. This kind of self-confidence, playing with the hearts of the people, the kind of superior appearance, makes people feel nameless.

Fang Lang didn't understand the so-called prince dispute, and he didn't intend to get involved in this kind of fight.

However, he didn't want to, but couldn't avoid it.

Facing this involuntary wave, he opened his fangs and tore the big net to pieces, just like when he faced the three princes.

It's just that there was a bit of luck at that time.

And now, Fang Lang has confidence.

What is Fang Lang's confidence?

If you don't use Li Card, you may be able to burst out invisible power with Wen Ting.

However, it's not a guarantee.

His confidence is the lotus sword!

Fang Lang rubbed the hilt of the lotus sword, and the lotus sword Er of the lotus sword seemed to start to agitate endlessly.

This feeling is the same as the situation in the Qiuling Demon Que.

The lotus sword seemed to come alive.

The lotus sword left by Xuanyuan Taihua, with a touch of will asleep in the sword.

No one else can use it, but Fang Lang can!

Because there is a sword intent seed in Fang Lang's Dantian cyclone, and Wen Ting can use this sword intent seed with the help of his sword intent!

This is Fang Lang's confidence to face the big prince directly!攫欝攫

He wants to be like a swordsman who moves forward, taking care of any squalls and rains.

I drew my sword with all my heart, tearing everything apart!

Wen Ting did not dare to swing his sword, he Fang Lang dare!

The golden light in the big prince's eyes became more and more brilliant, as if a unique "domain" was formed, covering Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and others.

In the hearts of everyone, the figure of the eldest prince seemed to continue to rise, like an ant that turned into a **** overlooking the world.

That kind of depressed feeling makes people's hearts almost collapsed!

Huang Ying was a little desperate. Her face changed drastically. It turned out that this was the situation that Wen Ting faced back then. It turned out that it was such a despair!

Huang Ying once scolded Wen Ting for being unsatisfactory, and was sad at Wen Ting's failure to keep promises.

However, now Huang Ying really understands the despair Wen Ting has endured, the despair after being crushed by Jian Xin.

Fang Lang closed his eyes, his spiritual thoughts surged into the lotus sword, mobilizing the sword intent seeds in the dantian cyclone, and the silk sword intent was mobilized, rushing into the lotus sword madly.

Fang Lang seemed to see a world in the lotus sword.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a figure in white clothes, graceful and graceful.

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Hum!

A gourd came quickly and smashed into the mud of the rain curtain. In an instant, the gourd exploded, and the fried gourd was torn apart, and the wolfberry tea filled with wolfberry was scattered all over the ground.

Huang Ying, Ni Wen, Liu Bubai and others suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies relieved.

Even Fang Lang was startled and opened his eyes slightly.

But saw a lazy figure descending from the sky, blocking them in front, holding a rapier, slowly straightening the waist.

It seems to hold up a whole piece of sky and earth.

Countless rainstorms have been lifted against the trend!

Wen Ting arrived, blocking Fang Lang and the others and the eldest prince.

He stared at the big prince, and the golden eyes of the big prince were also staring at Wen Ting.

Wen Ting held his sword and smiled between the collision of each other's eyes.

"His Royal Highness, long time no see!"

"You are as always, disgusting."

The prince Liu Jin's eyes looked at Wen Ting indifferently.

"You dare to appear in front of me. I can destroy you once, and I can destroy you a second time."

The eldest prince raised his hand, pointed at Wen Ting far away, and squeezed.

The air around Wen Ting seemed to be tightened!

The endless pressure smashed Wen Ting's body, making Wen Ting's weak body seem to kneel at any time.

Suddenly!

Wen Ting smiled, a flush of flush appeared on his face.

He has waited too long for this day!

"A young man once told me that ants can kill elephants and mortals can kill immortals... The body may be humble, but don't lose the courage to wield a sword."

"I learned."

"Today, I am going to swing the sword that I lost."

"Swing a sword that I had never swung back then!"

Wen Ting smiled brightly.

On his body, there seemed to be shackles emerging, and between his fingers, there was sword aura gushing, smashing the shackles one by one, his breath began to soar!

From the fourth-rank sword artistic conception, he entered the fifth-rank, sixth-rank, seventh-rank, and reached the seventh-rank peak!

Afterwards, the sword in Wen Ting's hand seemed to be transformed into a giant shark, spreading its fangs, consuming Wen Ting's sword energy, sword intent and strength.

The sword energy and power hidden in the lungs, kidneys, heart, and internal organs were all swallowed by the sword in Wen Ting's hands!

Feed the sword with the body!

It's like raising hungry wolves in captivity with flesh and blood, waiting for the moment to be released, and biting the entire mountain forest!

This is not the half-hearted "feeding the sword with the body" that Fang Lang reproduced with the help of the Lika.巘戅宝来戅

This is a sword that Wen Ting has kept for ten years.

The real cruel secret technique!

Li Tianlin's eyes condensed slightly, as if he did not expect that Wen Ting, who had been crushed by Jian Xin and wasted for so many years, could break free from the shackles in front of him and step into the seventh rank.

"Seven products, not bad."

"But it's not enough."

Li Tianlin said lightly, his eyes were bright and golden, and his endless mighty rolling.

He just watched and watched, as if a god-like phantom was condensed behind him, and stepped out of the sole of his foot toward Wen Ting, who was swinging a sword, as if he had lifted his foot to kill an ant.

However, his movements quickly froze!

Wen Ting's unshaven mouth grinned.

In an instant.

Wen Ting's cultivation realm at the pinnacle of the seventh stage actually collapsed continuously at this moment, like the tide receding.

Sixth-Rank...Five-Rank...and even return to Fourth-Rank...

After the fourth rank, it is still falling.

With each drop, Wen Ting's temple frost hair will increase a little.

The second product, the first product, and finally... there is no aura of cultivation base on his body.

Frosty hair all over his head.

Ordinary like an ordinary person holding a sword.

The golden eyes of the prince are like gods.

Wen Ting's dark eyes looked like a mortal looking up at the gods.

Looking at the prince Li Tianlin.

Wen Ting handed out a sword ordinary.

The phantom of the giant that seemed to be stepping on was cut open, and the endless aura like a mountain was cut open.

The darkness in front of the eldest prince Li Tianlin, the rainstorm, the space was cut open.

This sword is like a mortal stepping on a mountain, swiping a sword to kill God!

"Monday Yuan!"

"Help me!"

Li Tianlin looked at this sword, his pupils tightened for the first time, and he let out a roar!

The roar for help!

Wen Ting, a lunatic, has been grinding for ten years just for a sword!

The palm of his outstretched hand was pierced by this sword, and blood stained with gold was flying fast, and the sword penetrated his palm and arm until it filled his chest and his heart!

Come out from the back!

And Wen Ting let go with a smile.

Ten years of feeding swords, once out of the cage!

The thin sword that pierced through Li Tianlin's heart trembled suddenly, as if it groaned like a beast, like a hungry wolf out of its cage.

Bring a puff of golden blood!

Crossing back and forth in Li Tianlin's body.

Li Tianlin's heart, lungs, liver, and internal organs were all penetrated by this ray of sword energy!

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