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"Failed?"

In front of the tent, Bai Wangyu heard the words, his expression changed slightly, he subconsciously looked at the young man who was still practicing sword, and asked anxiously, "What does it mean that life and death are uncertain?"

"The Qingshan teacher's letter said that senior Jian Chi broke through the five realms at the last moment and cut off the great bright sword of the Tianyu Palace, but because of the heavy injury, he was exhausted and fell off the cliff. Afterwards, the Tianyu Palace The three red-clothed archbishops and various forces in the Western Regions have sent people to find the whereabouts of Senior Jian Chi, but the strange thing is that nothing has been found." Wen Xiuru replied.

"could not find it?"

Bai Wangyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Could it be that Senior Jian Chi is still alive?"

"Hopefully."

Wen Xiuru shook his head lightly, and said, "Qingtian Peak is known as the number one peak in the Western Regions. It is more than a thousand feet high. It is almost impossible to survive if you fall from it. Moreover, Senior Jian Chi suffered such a serious injury, so the situation is even worse. Not optimistic."

"What did Master Zhang say?" Bai Wangyu said in a deep voice.

"Temporary concealment, until the Qingshan teacher returns, or until there is definite news from the Western Regions." Wen Xiuru replied.

"Alright."

Bai Wangyu nodded and said, "Be careful, brother Li is too smart, if you don't pay attention, he will see the clues."

"I see."

Wen Xiuru replied softly.

Western Regions, Temple of Heavenly Mandate.

"presumptuous!"

Inside the Great Light Temple, the scholar looked at the three people below, with a hint of anger showing on his face, which was always sad and joyful, and said, "Who told you to release the news that Jian Chi has been found!"

"Hall Master!"

The three immediately knelt down, and in the middle, the Archbishop of Prison said solemnly, "Jian Chi destroyed the great sword of light in my temple, which greatly damaged the face of my temple. We can only declare to the outside world that we have found Jian Chi and publicly punished him with light. Only then can we restore the face of the temple and deter those with ulterior motives."

"Pig head!"

The coldness in Fu Jinglun's eyes jumped, and he said, "What if that Jian Chi is not dead!"

"impossible."

The Archbishop of Qi Prison said in a deep voice, "The Palace Master broke his arm and beat him to serious injuries. Even if he didn't fall off the cliff, he couldn't survive, let alone fall from such a high Qingtian Peak."

"Before seeing the corpse, everything is possible. Prayer, you are really getting more and more presumptuous. You have repeatedly disobeyed my orders and made decisions without authorization. Do you really think that this seat will not kill you?"

While speaking, Fu Jinglun stood up, and a terrifying coercion spread, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes for the first time.

Down below, the three of them felt it, and their expressions all changed.

"Hall Master!"

A look of panic flashed across the face of the Archbishop Qi Prison, and he said, "This subordinate just wants to save the face of the temple, and has no other intentions. I hope the master will learn from him!"

Above the main hall, Fu Jinglun looked coldly at the man below. After a long time, he restrained his breath and said lightly, "I will deal with the trouble I caused myself. Remember, this is not an example."

"Yes!"

The Archbishop of Qi Prison secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Palace Master!"

After half a day.

"What? The Temple of Heaven is going to impose a bright trial on Jian Chi?"

Near the Temple of Heaven, all forces were shocked when they heard the news from the Hall of Heaven.

Earlier, when the Tianyu Palace released news that Jian Chi had been found, they were still a little skeptical, but now it seems that this may really be the case.

Around Qingtian Peak, Li Qingshan, who was still looking for the trace of Jian Chi, was shocked when he heard the news, and immediately rushed to the Temple of Heaven.

The Bright Judgment in the Temple of Heaven is called a trial, but it is actually a capital punishment.

The Heavenly Mandate Hall used the will of the God of Light as an excuse to impose the death penalty on those who resisted the Temple, and the means were extremely cruel.

The next day.

When the sun rises.

In front of the Great Light Temple, a huge judgment stand stands. On it, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, blood-stained hair, and missing his right arm is tied to a cross. His head is bowed, and his long hair is messy. No breath.

In front of the judgment stand, powerful men from various forces arrived. In order to demonstrate the majesty of the temple, the temple allowed forces other than the Temple of Heaven to come to watch the execution.

"Senior Sword Crazy."

Among the forces of all parties, Li Qingshan looked at the middle-aged man on the trial platform and clenched his hands tightly.

In front of the lofty Daguang Temple, the Archbishop of Prison stood still. Seeing that the time had come, he slowly raised his right hand.

"Blasher, I pray to the prison, and in the name of God, I will give you a bright judgment!"

As soon as the words fell, a moon-white brilliance rose around the Archbishop of Prayer Prison, so dazzling, like the scorching sun, shining brightly.

The next moment, a divine light descended from the sky above the judgment platform, shining on the man below.

The moon-white flame surged violently, engulfing the man on the cross in an instant, it was terrifying.

In a shocking scene, the fire was raging and the heat wave was surging, as if even the sky was about to burn.

In the rear, in the Great Bright Temple, the scholar sat quietly on the main hall, looking at the burning flames ahead, his eyes flashed.

Sword Chi, are you still alive?

Half a day later, outside the Temple of Heaven, galloping horses galloped, and Li Qingshan headed north, bringing Jian Chi with him to leave the last relic, the real martial sword severed by the Great Bright Divine Sword.

At the same time, Mobei is the northernmost point, the border of the polar night world.

In order to counterattack into the polar night world, various forces of the human race are making final preparations.

In the Confucian camp, everyone is also making preparations step by step, those who need to heal their injuries, and those who need to practice swords.

Li Ziye, the man whose name was engraved in the book of heaven, the son of destiny, has countless halos all over his body.

Not only good luck, but also very hardworking and hardworking. The disciples who went up to the French Confucianism and went down to the Confucianism sect can see it with their own eyes and admit it in their hearts.

Ran and egg.

No matter how much you say, poor talent is poor, and the progress of cultivation base should be slow or slow.

Breakthrough is nowhere in sight.

Even though Sanzang and Bai Wangyu tried their best to help, even at the expense of their own cultivation and foundation, in order to integrate their true energy and improve their cultivation.

The only good news is that the sacrifice of the two of them was not completely useless. At least, Li Ziye's current strength of zhenqi was comparable to that of the third realm, and he could barely withstand the intense consumption of zhenqi by the sixth form of Feixian Jue.

The talent is not very good, and the progress of the cultivation base is slow, so he uses moves to make up for it. After all, the cultivation of moves is relatively speaking, and the requirements for talent are not so harsh.

As long as you work hard enough, you can always practice.

In Li Ziye's words, God will always give ordinary people like him a way to survive.

The most talented people in the world are not geniuses, but ordinary people like him.

The Confucian camp, in the open space in front of the tent.

The sound of the sword was rustling, and sweat was pouring like rain. On such a cold day, Li Ziye's body and face were covered with sweat and mud.

After more than ten days of hard training, Li Ziye's whole body is basically covered with bruises and scratches, even his face is the same. The movement technique of Feixian Jue is really too difficult to practice. If you don't pay attention, your body will lose control , fell black and blue.

Not far away, Bai Wangyu, Sanzang, Mu Bai and others were sitting in a row, watching the excitement while eating.

Basically, Li Ziye didn't eat a few bites of the dried fruit shipped from Dashang, and they were all divided.

"boom!"

I don't know how many times I fell and flew out, Li Ziye got up, sucked in the pain, saw Little Red Riding Hood and others in front of him, and said angrily, "Can you stop eating, help me!"

"There's nothing you can do."

Mu Bai stuffed a piece of dried fruit into his mouth, and said lightly.

"Powerful but unintentional."

Bai Wangyu also spread his hands and replied.

"I can't help."

Sanzang stuffed several pieces of dried fruit into his mouth at once, and said while chewing.