So what?

Yes, so what?

He was spoiled by the woman of Xuan Tianming, who destroyed the world. Xiao Qianzhou attacked him, so what?

The arrival of Xuan Tianming made Ban Zuo and King Lian breathe a sigh of relief. The Qianzhou King finally understood why Feng Yuheng, who had already hit the point of no way out, suddenly smiled. He could enter the Phoenix Palace under his nose and swept away his opponent with another whip. Feng Zhaoyu felt a chill in his heart. How high is the martial arts of the ninth prince of Dashun?

At this time, Xuan Tianming was pulling Feng Yuheng to check back and forth. After confirming that she was not injured, he taught a lesson: "I really can't help but go out to cause trouble for me. If you want to kill someone, you say, why bother to do it yourself? You are only fourteen years old, and your little arms and legs are still a little girl. Go and fight with a big man. Are you embarrassed to lose it?"

King Lian rolled his eyes and thought to himself that the couple could talk nonsense one by one. Ban Zuo was used to it, and nodded in agreement.

Feng Yuheng took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I won't dare to do it next time."

"Yeah." Xuan Tianming rubbed her head, "Be good." Then he asked seriously: "How many times did he hit you just now?"

Feng Yuheng thought for a while, "At the beginning, I didn't suffer much, and I didn't suffer much. Later, I was tired, and I was hit on my arm three times, my shoulders two times, my left calf, my right thigh twice, and my left wrist was the focus of my attention, eleven times."

"Okay." Xuan Tianming nodded and pushed the person to the other side of the squad, "Press your master's shoulders." Then the long whip suddenly stretched out under the internal force, and the whip pointed directly at the King of Qianzhou, "A total of nineteen strokes, Feng Zhaoyu, how do you want to die?"

Feng Zhaoyu was worried about Xuan Tianming's easy way to take Feng Yuheng back from his hands. He was always conceited and never thought that anyone could beat him in this way. Even the master who taught him kung fu killed him with his own hands after he learned it. He had inquired about Dashun's ninth prince, and it was not bad, but he still could not reach his level. Xuan Tianming's best is leading troops to fight, large formations, rather than fighting alone.

Thinking of this, he felt that just a coincidence was caused by his carelessness. Facing Xuan Tianming's question, he laughed and wanted to say "arrogant". Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, Xuan Tianming opposite suddenly said a line he had said: "Noisy!" Then he rotated a long whip, swinging his arms on both sides of his left and right, and whipping Feng Zhaoyu in a circle.

"The arm should have been three times, and the extra one is the interest I received." He said it easily, as if cleaning up Feng Zhaoyu and hitting the dog in the water was the same concept, and it was not difficult at all.

A cold and cold air surged up Feng Zhaoyu's body. He was originally a scholarly aura. At this moment, he was like an evil ghost from hell. Even if he wanted to go back, he would still pull another one to carry it.

He rushed towards Xuan Tianming, his left hand became claws, and a sword in his right hand pulled out from his waist. The sword was flashing with frost, which made people feel like a layer of thin ice was covered with the sword body.

The Lotus King took a breath and murmured: "It was made of ten thousand years of ice from the extremely cold land in the northernmost part of Qianzhou. There was only one under the world. It was a sword inherited from his master's family. Unexpectedly, he became a killer master in the past, and even this sword was obtained."

Feng Yuheng frowned: "Can the thousand-year-old ice have such flexibility? Can it be wrapped around his waist?" She couldn't understand it no matter how hard she understood it, but she also knew that there were too many strange things that could not be said or explained in the future generations. The thousand-year-old ice was not surprising.

Feng Zhaoyu's counterattack was determined to die together. The devastating aura made Xuan Tianming feel it deeply. Unfortunately, this level of shock was not enough for Xuan Tianming.

He said: "The king of the country is so small, is your anger only a little?"

Feng Zhaoyu's entire face was blue, and Xuan Tianming's words made his moves more fierce. He had never used all his skills in his life like today, and the internal strength he practiced was not released without reservation as he did now. Each sword was filled with cold air. The cold air swept across the ground, and a layer of frost appeared on the ground. Sweeping through the tables and chairs, the tables and chairs were broken. Ban Shuo protected Feng Yuheng, and the Lotus King also hid behind him, but he could still feel the howling cold wind. The feeling made people suspect that the Phoenix Pavilion was about to collapse under the ice sword.

Xuan Tianming shook his head while beating, "Monday King of Thousand Zhou, it's not enough, your resentment is not enough. People who major in Yin and Cold moves have the resentment in their hearts to the extreme. If you don't have resentment, these 360 ​​Ice Cold Sword Techniques have not even exerted 60% of their power."

Feng Zhaoyu's heart skipped a beat, Xuan Tianming's words hit his heart and lungs, and he said the root of his weakness in his swordsmanship. The feeling was like the secret he had tried to hide was exposed in public, touching his heart.

But Xuan Tianming's words continued, whipping them one by one, forcing him to listen—"You have been pursuing the throne all your life, and you have succeeded in fighting for the throne step by step in the blood of your relatives. Everything in your heart is not resentment, but cruelty. What exists in you is not resentment, but resentment. Even if you are a martial arts expert, it is not easy to use resentment to use resentment to use resentment to do so, but it is too difficult to go further."

He attacked Feng Zhaoyu with one sentence at a time and could not avoid it. All his weaknesses were exposed to the enemy, but what he received was a new round of fiercer attacks from the enemy.

Xuan Tianming said: "I have rarely acted like this in recent years, so that too many people only remember that I am good at using formations, but I forgot that I am also a master. The king of Qianzhou, you touched my wife for nineteen times, and I came back with thirty-six whips with my principal and profit. Now, it is time to send you to bury this land under the collapse of the sky."

After saying that, the whip was swinging faster and strangely. Within a few moves, Feng Zhaoyu's long sword was swung up and fell straight to Feng Yuheng and the other two. The next moment, the whip went straight to his neck, and with just one rotation, it wrapped Feng Zhaoyu's neck tightly.

Xuan Tianming's strength changed, and all his internal strength was concentrated on the long whip. Feng Zhaoyu felt that the long whip wrapped around his neck tightened and tighter. The blood in his body surged upwards, making his eyes wide open and almost out of his socket. He opened his mouth and inhale desperately, but he had already vented more and had less air intake.

The dynasty was destroyed, and the road to the throne for more than ten years was quickly replayed in his mind. The relatives he had killed and the brothers he had killed stood back one by one. Some were crying, some laughing, some were angry, and some wanted to strangle him to death. There were also King Lian. He always remembered that one night many years ago, his father had a long talk with Duanmu Anguo. His father said that the crown prince could not be killed, and Duanmu Anguo told his father that he would become the crown prince granddaughter who had no right to fight for the throne. So his cousin Feng Zhaolian was sent to a sorcerer, and he was given medicine all day long, becoming a medicine man who was neither male nor female.

The road to the throne was made by blood, but he had not been on the verge of sitting for many years, and a collapse of heaven ruined everything.

Feng Zhaoyu laughed, looked at Xuan Tianming, and said to him with his last strength: "I'm dead, you have to be buried with you." After saying that, he was so angry that at the same time as his last word was said, the entire Phoenix Pavilion suddenly sank down, with a very fast speed that before everyone could react, the lower three levels had already sunk to the ground.

Seeing that snow had flowed in outside the wide open window, Xuan Tianming quickly let go of the whip that entangled the King of Qianzhou, rushed to Feng Yuheng in a row, grabbed the person, and rushed straight up. At the same time, the long whip was raised, and a hole was made on the roof of Fenghuang Pavilion, and then flew straight into the sky with the people.

Ban Zuo also followed him and used his light skills. He just started to run up not very high. Suddenly his ankle tightened and his whole person was pulled back and fell to the ground with a thump.

He looked down and saw that it was King Lian who was holding his ankle to death, and shouted, "You can't throw me away!" He was so angry that his nose was no longer crooked, but he still stepped forward to grab King Lian and flew straight towards the gap with the person.

Under the collapse of the sky, the last complete building in the palace also sank into the ground with a "boom". When King Lian turned around, he told them: "This is Feng Zhaoyu who started the self-sinking mechanism in advance. He wanted to pull someone to cushion the back." While saying that, he patted his heart and said to Xuan Tianming: "Fortunately you are here. If you don't come, just as Yaya's three-legged cat, we will have become Feng Zhaoyu's dumpling filling at this time."

Feng Yuheng did not show off again this time and took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I was careless." Then he looked at Xuan Tianming with lingering fear and said, "He attacked my left wrist directly."

Xuan Tianming gently embraced the man into his arms, stroked her hair, and said over and over again: "Not afraid, no fear, I am here."

King Lian turned his head away, "It's so sour." He looked up at the ruined royal family, and the corners of his lips turned cold, "Feng Family, Qianzhou, what you owe me, I've paid it back, goodbye."

Xuan Tianming's army stayed in Kyoto Qianzhou for half a month, dug out all the bodies that could be dug out, and buried them in the former site of the palace. The people of Kyoto voluntarily gave up their Qianzhou household registration and turned to Dashun.

Half a month later, tens of thousands of troops led all the people of Kyoto all the way south, preparing to return to Dashun.

Before leaving, Xuan Tianming distributed 10,000 soldiers, and Qianli led his troops to continue north to rescue the surviving people who had few cities in the north.

On the way back, he asked Feng Yuheng: "The father had promised Qianzhou to give you a dowry after he conquered Qianzhou, but what are you going to do with Qianzhou now?"

Feng Yuheng said: "The country was enfeoffed for thousands of years, and the people were not left behind, but the soldiers were stationed. I want to turn this place into a storage warehouse, a breeding garden, and a Tianshan Mountain turned into a pharmaceutical factory. One day, it will flourish again."

Qianzhou, which was originally civilized, re-entered the cold after a month, as if that heavenly collapse had not happened, and the land returned to peace again.

But the people had lost the confidence to live there. They followed the army all the way south, passed Luocheng and Bincheng, and finally stood on the territory of Dashun, Jiangzhou.
Chapter completed!