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A tall and thin Taoist priest in a Taoist robe, skinny and looks like a zombie.

A hunchbacked old man in sackcloth, with deep eyes and a kind smile.

A middle-aged general in armor, furious and full of energy.

Taoist Miao, Old Man Wuxi, and General Wang.

The three interior scenes stand side by side, the setting sun lengthens the shadow of the palace, and invisible spiritual power fluctuations spread out, as if isolating this world from the outside.

Old man Wuxi made a calm move and sealed off the space.

"It seems that things have changed since I came here last time."

Yelu Mingjing looked around, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"At that time, this place was bare. The stupid emperor cut down all the trees to prevent assassinations. It was so hot in the summer that people died. Are these newly planted by Li Tong? In terms of courage alone, this girl is not bad."

Looking at the tall trees scattered throughout the palace, the shade of the trees blocked out the sun, and the soil at the roots looked freshly renovated, it seemed that these trees were transplanted recently.

And it's very close.

"Old Man Wuxi, you are also a well-known veteran. If you block this area now, aren't you afraid that it will become your coffin?"

Elder Wu Xi helped Wan Qiming, who had collapsed on the ground, up and said, "If you don't mind waiting for a moment, let me take him to heal his wounds first."

Yelu Mingjing made a casual gesture, he didn't mind the other party stalling for time. The purpose of his coming was not to kill Li Tong, nor to seize the throne. He wanted to stall for time, preferably until several people from the academy's interior scenes arrived.

He could no longer think of anything that could stop him now. Even if each of these inner-view people had a heavenly treasure, he could escape if he couldn't defeat them, and then counterattack. Anyway, based on his inner-view perception, there was no treasure that could pose a big enough threat to him except the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Map.

But who exactly broke the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains?

This question made Yelu Mingjing a little uneasy.

Old Man Wuxi came back very quickly. In terms of speed alone, he was the fastest among the few people.

"please!"

As soon as old man Wuxi stretched out his hand, Taoist Miao and General Wang immediately split up and rushed forward in two groups.

"please."

Yelu Mingjing shook his hand, and a long sword flew from his waist into his hand, pointing towards General Wang's spear.

"Li Jian, you are so shameless. What does this place have to do with you? Why are you following here?"

"If Big Brother doesn't mind, I'd like to try sitting in that seat for a while."

"Ha, is that all you have? No wonder you were stuffed into a prison van and taken here."

"No, I just wanted to test how hard it was to sit on that chair. That's why Big Brother, who was sitting on the top of a huge mountain and river, rolled off by himself just because he was scared by two ministers."

Li Huan was furious and wanted to slap this sinister brother to death immediately, but then he remembered that Yelu Mingjing had clearly stated that internal strife was not allowed before he arrived, so he had to endure it for the time being.

The two rushed all the way to the front of Hanyuan Palace and stopped at the same time.

I thought Li Tong would hide in the bedroom, or at least stay on the dragon throne in Hanyuan Hall and show his final emperor's attitude, or even send hundreds of Jinwu to take lives to consume his spiritual power. I didn't expect that there was no soldier or even a palace maid along the way.

The most important thing is that Li Tong just stood at the top of the imperial steps, wearing a bright red hunting suit, looking down at the two former losers.

Beside her, Lan Ling, dressed in blue, had a cold expression on her face, but her eyes drifted away from time to time, as if she was waiting for someone.

"Li Tong, leave now. For the sake of our common clan, I won't kill you."

Li Jian spoke first.

Li Huan glanced at him and asked, "You have the final say?"

Li Jian ignored it.

"Do you know what Yelu Mingjing is going to do?"

Li Tong spoke calmly.

"His feud with the academy has nothing to do with me."

Li Huan didn't care.

"You are indeed an idiot."

Li Tong sneered, "I have already opened the Qianli River and Mountain Map, and I don't want to be trapped inside like a turtle. Your father didn't dare to face Yelu Mingjing, but I dare. Li Huan, you don't dare to face the corrupt situation in the world, but I dare. Li Jian, you don't dare to deal with the Liao people's cavalry, but I dare. The Tang Dynasty has been in existence for 400 years, and our ancestors are still alive. Tell me, compared with you three, do I need to leave this position?"

Li Huan and Li Jian blushed at the same time, and their blood rushed to their heads.

She was just a First Heaven, and the one standing next to her was only a Fifth Heaven, how dare they! ?

"Li Tong, I wanted to spare your life."

One of Li Huan's eyes turned into a vertical pupil.

"The one with the highest level of cultivation is the emperor?"

Li Tong looked at Lan Ling, who nodded with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Li Tong also laughed: "If you want to be the emperor, I'm afraid you still lack some cultivation."

"Something's wrong, quickly capture Li Tong!"

Qiulong sensed a hint of danger from the small movements of Li Tong and Lan Ling. He quickly scanned the area around Hanyuan Hall and found that there were indeed no other cultivators. Could it be a treasure?

Lan Ling is a fifth-level cultivator, capable of using all her strength to activate a lower-grade earth-level treasure. If the earth-level treasure is used properly, there is a high probability that it will cause serious damage to herself.

Upon hearing this, Li Huan no longer hesitated and rushed straight up, crossing the high imperial steps. His fist was instantly covered with scales and slammed towards Li Tong from top to bottom.

Yelu Mingjing's long sword drew an arc in the air.

His sword was not a flexible sword, and the tip of the sword did not touch anything.

It was just that the sword was drawn too fast and with too much force, and the air and spiritual power alone were enough to bend the steel sword.

General Wang was horrified. He had never seen anyone use the sword to such an extent. Fifteen years ago, he was not yet at the inner realm and was not qualified to fight against Yelu Mingjing's sword.

It was a blessing, at least he didn't die that year.

This is also a misfortune. He did not have the opportunity to appreciate the true style of the Sword God.

The long sword touched the tip of his gun.

It's not that General Wang's spear skills are accurate, but that Yelu Mingjing's sword skills are accurate.

If he wanted, he could send this sword into General Wang's heart.

This is a crushing achievement of a higher level of skill.

The spear shattered in an irrational way, starting from the tip, then the tassel, and then the shaft, from the inside out, it turned into irregular pieces the size of rice grains.

If General Wang had not been quick enough, his arm would have been broken next.

With just one sword strike, General Wang, who prided himself on attacking strongholds, lost his weapon, and his fighting power was reduced by at least 30%.

A pair of arms came across and rushed straight towards the long sword, temporarily freeing General Wang from the non-existent siege.

Taoist Miao's arms were very stiff, and seemed unable to bend. It was unwise to just rush forward like that, using his flesh and blood body to collide with the fine steel sword.

But Yelu Mingjing frowned, put away his sword and retreated, while avoiding the side attack from the old man Wuxi.

The three inner scenes stood together again. In the first round of confrontation, no one gained any substantial advantage.

Li Huan was in mid-air, only two meters away from Li Tong.

The distance of two meters was reached in a flash. There was no possibility for Li Tong to resist, and neither could Lan Ling.

Unless there is a third person.

Li Huan blinked and looked at the third person in his eyes, with only one thought left in his mind.

Why is he here?