Living forever in the deep palace

Under the moon, Su Chen's strongest Star Burial Sword was on par with the Grandmaster's before it was even swung out.

continue.

tonight.

A master will fall.

"Stop it."

Su Chen is persuading.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Old Yun growled.

moment.

The wind comes and the snow comes.

The power of wind and snow belonging to him became violent, and a dragon of wind and snow roared out from his body.

This is the true meaning of the rise, the dragon of the master.

In this regard.

There was no change in Su Chen's eyes, only a soft whisper.

"Here comes the sword!"

At this moment, in the green hills outside the city, among the hibiscus tree and the peach blossom forest, a long sword buried in the ground burst out with a clear sound, broke through the sword case, cut through the sky, and arrived three hundred miles away in an instant.

Wherever it passed, sword marks were everywhere, cutting through the three-mile imperial city and falling steadily into Su Chen's hands.

At this moment, unparalleled sword intent burst out from Su Chen.

"This……"

Witnessing this horrific scene, everyone present was shocked, and some even cried out.

"He is a sword cultivator."

"Even if Grandmaster Yun came in person, he couldn't force him to strike a single sword..."

A sword comes from a hundred miles away.

what does this mean?

This person always leaves room for maneuver.

Even when facing a Grandmaster, he couldn't be forced to take it seriously. Is he still a first-grade cultivator?

At this moment, the sky was filled with wind and snow. When Su Chen held the sword, it turned into a sword of wind and snow covering the imperial city for three hundred miles, slashing down heavily.

"Come!"

Old Yun's fighting spirit burst out, and the wind and snow dragon on his body burst out, soaring three hundred feet into the sky to fight against the wind and snow sword.

"No!"

"do not fight."

"Brother, stop fighting and come back."

The leader of Xuanyang Sect, the peak master who was in his seventies or eighties, kept shouting and crying sadly.

"Admit defeat!"

"In this battle, our Xuanyang Sect admits defeat."

The leader of Xuanyang Sect wanted to pull away Yun Lao, the commoner, but even if he was at the top of the world, he was not qualified to get close to the battlefield.

With Dengtian Tower as the center, two violent snowstorms seemed to divide this place into two worlds. Anyone below the Grandmaster level who gets close will die!

Grandmaster!

The man in front of me, wearing black clothes and with a youthful appearance, is actually a master.

First-grade cultivation, master-level combat power.

"But, the person on the other side is a Grandmaster, a Grandmaster who is not afraid of death. Even if he is of the Supreme Rank, he dares to suffer in vain."

Countless eyes across the world gathered together to watch this ultimate battle.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I... will kill him..."

Mr. Yun said seriously.

At this moment, the three hundred feet long wind and snow dragon faced the three hundred miles long wind and snow sword.

This night.

A master fell.

The scene was silent.

On the Ascension Tower, the wind and snow dragon representing the master's spirit disappeared.

The old figure in coarse linen clothes and bare feet was still standing there, but he was no longer breathing.

roof.

under the moon.

Only Zhuo Shi Xuan Yi, with a youthful face, was left standing there with a sword in hand.

For a while.

Everyone forgot the purpose of their actions and was just horrified by the shocking appearance of the man in front of them.

As a first-rank official, he killed the Grandmaster who went to his death with a sword. This is not only unparalleled, but can be compared to the legendary Long Xuanjun who killed the Grandmaster Demon Emperor of Daliang with a sword.

Do not!

This person is of the highest rank!

"Brother!"

The leader of Xuanyang Sect, who was in his seventies and eighties, climbed up to the Dengtian Tower tremblingly and carried the corpse of the master in plain clothes down on his back.

"This battle."

"My Xuanyang Sect admits defeat."

"Brother, I'm the one who hurt you."

He wailed as he led everyone from Xuanyang Sect away, his back looking somewhat desolate.

The arrogance of the first-rank officials in Daliang disappeared in an instant.

On the contrary.

The Zhou officials were extremely arrogant.

"Deserved it."

"Hahaha!"

"The Liang people are pigs and dogs. They are enemies of our Great Zhou. They deserve to die! Didn't they die at the hands of our Great Zhou's strong men?"

There was a white-haired old man with a sinister smile. He was a top-level master with the background of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Bang!

next moment.

The snow fell on him, as heavy as Mount Tai, crushing him so hard that his flesh and blood burst and turned into a bloody mist.

"Grandmaster, you cannot be insulted."

"in addition."

"I am not from Zhou, but what you call a... pig-dog Liang person..."

This statement came out.

The whole place was boiling.

The first-rank Zhou man was horrified and looked incredulous. The first-rank Liang man was also suspicious and then remembered to carefully identify Su Chen's face.

Immediately, someone exclaimed.

"Su Chen!"

"He is Su Chen!"

"The first of the Three Lords of the Old Liang Dynasty, Zhang Gui's best friend, Xu Han's Master Su, the number one martial arts champion during the Jianwu era, and the Junior Grandmaster of Fengxue!"

"He is from Liang! A Liang person!"

"hiss!"

"It's him?!"

"He only gained fame during the Jianwu era. Now, he's a master swordsman, a supreme rank. How old is he now?"

At this moment, not only the first-rank Liang people, but even the first-rank Zhou people began to count on their fingers to calculate Su Chen's age.

Normal people reach the first rank around fifty, but for the proud ones, it can be around forty.

At the top, 90% are in their seventies or eighties.

This is especially true for Jueshi.

soon.

Calculated it.

Grandmaster Fengxue, thirty-eight years old.

"Thirty-eight, supreme rank, sword-slaying master..."

Those present were silent again.

They feel.

At this age, it’s better not to calculate it.

Is that human being?

In this regard.

Su Chen raised his eyes, glanced at everyone, and asked the third question.

"I say, stop the war today!"

"Who's in favor?"

"Who objects?"

The same sentence appeared for the third time, and its weight was as heavy as Mount Tai, pressing so hard that no one dared to breathe.

at this time.

Sikong was the first to bow.

"Stop the war!"

moment.

The Zhou people woke up as if from a dream, bowed their heads and said repeatedly.

"Stop the war! Stop the war!"

The Liang people still refused to give up.

They lost a master!

today.

Come to cut off the bloodline of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

No progress has been made.

How can I withdraw?

"Mr. Su, you are also from Liang. I did not see you when we destroyed the tyrannical Liang."

"When the Zhou people were abusing me, I never saw you."

"Now, after the war has been stopped, I finally see you."

"Have you ever seen the Zhou people massacring the Liang people? Have you ever seen the Zhou officials running rampant in Liang, bullying men and women, humiliating people, and seizing their property?"

"Seven sects, hundreds of clans, and the might of the Flame Emperor have driven us Liang people to the brink of doom. Have you ever seen this?"

"Back then, you were not there to stop the fighting. Tonight, we are waiting to die, so why did you jump out?"

There was an old man with black hair, in the twilight of his life, walking out at this moment, every word he spoke was full of tears.

He doesn't mind dying.

Still accusing.

"You are from Liang, a supreme official of Liang. How can you be so partial to the Zhou people?"

Behind him, Liang Ren was silent, just standing firmly behind him, not retreating a single step.

This is what they mean.

They can't retreat.

retreat.

Then the way to survive will be cut off.

Enter.

There is still a glimmer of hope.

far away.

The first-rank Zhou people retreated far away, with sneers on their faces, fearing that blood would splash on them.

"A bunch of lunatics, insignificant beings, dare to provoke a supreme being who just killed a Grandmaster?"

"hehe."

"This Lord Su has just been granted the Purple Robe of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the position of Supreme Supervisor by the Flame Emperor. It is obvious that he has long been recruited by His Majesty and has surrendered to our Great Zhou..."

The Zhou people were of the first rank and were discussing it.

next moment.

Su Chen's gaze drifted over.

Among the Zhou people, there was a man in black robe whose expression changed instantly. He felt that Su Chen was looking at him.

Not good!

Discovered?

"That's it."

"I will then execute the Crown Prince, the regent of the Great Zhou, and give you a temporary explanation."

"I am from Liang, the head of the Three Dukes of Daliang!"

"We should consider the people of the world!"

Su Chen whispered.

At this moment, the wind and snow became fiercer.

"No!"

"I am not the Crown Prince..."

Emperor Tianwu burst into shouting and cursing.

Back then, the peerless sword killed this demon emperor.

Now it's even stronger.

Before the sword was even struck, another great master fell.

Should have known so.

He stopped inciting and everyone took action.

"No!"

"I am not the Crown Prince..."

"Actually, I'm also from Liang..."

The remains of Tianwu shouted and was about to shed his human skin to reveal his identity.

At this moment, the wind blew, blowing away the black robe, revealing the remains of Tianwu and the face of the prince in human skin.

"No!"

The wreckage of Tianwu roared in terror.

next moment.

The snow is falling.

The wind and the snow were once again stained with blood.

"It doesn't matter whether you are from Liang or not. You are the Crown Prince Regent. It is important that you die in my hands."

Su Chen took away a drop of falling snow stained with blood.

He recognized the other person.

Emperor Tianwu.

But, that doesn't matter anymore.

"Is this Lord Su really from our Great Zhou? He killed the Crown Prince, the Regent..."

The people present were shaken.

seemingly.

Even the ambitious and talented Emperor Yan was unable to recruit the purple-robed Supreme Supervisor of the Great Zhou.

Recalling the scenes in the Golden Palace, where he was conferred the purple robe of the Great Zhou, and then he could not wait to lead the army in person.

The people present seemed to have just woken up from a dream, their eyes filled with fear.

Emperor Yan...had offended Lord Su, abandoned the imperial city, and fled for his life...?

"Flame Emperor, you are not worthy of being a human being!"

The first-class people present cursed in their hearts, with no hope left, and began to tremble again like quails.

"Is that enough?"

"not enough."

"You can kill again."

The atmosphere was silent.

The Liang people present looked at each other, and finally, it was the black-haired old man, who was in his twilight years, who walked out.

"This retreat."

"What if Grandmaster Long Xuanjun comes looking for us?"

He is asking.

"First, Lord Longxuan cannot leave the Imperial Mausoleum."

"If he doesn't handle the matter of the Imperial Mausoleum properly, I will go find him and bring him back to the Imperial Mausoleum."

"Secondly, what I said about being able to kill again is not only about killing the Great Zhou Emperor's blood, but also about killing you."