Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 117: ?10 years of raising swords, 1 day out of the cage
Chang'an.
It was snowing heavily.
Above the Baiyu Square, the atmosphere became more and more serious, even a bit chilly.
With more and more evidence revealed, the third prince Li Liancheng seemed to be trapped in an urn, unable to find any way to escape.
Pairs of eyes were fixed on the third prince Li Liancheng, making him clenched his fists involuntarily, while the eyes of the third prince Li Liancheng were fixed on Nan Yehuo who was in the queue of the sect lord.
Shut up. When everyone was staring at the third prince, the white-haired and white-clothed man smiled at Xiaojian.
He walked out of the wind and snow, stepped down the white jade steps, and took a step to dissipate a wisp of sword energy. In the end, the sword energy rose like a flame!
Chao Xiaojian stared at Nan Yehuo.
Chao Xiaojian doesn't know if the third prince is the mastermind, but he only knows that the disciples of Jianshu Sect have suffered a lot in this resource war.
The senior sister in charge is not here, so Jian Shu Zong's Chao Xiaojian is the biggest, and he Chao Xiaojian...he should seek justice for these children, so that they will not be wronged!
Whoever made them feel wronged, he will pay back the wronged to Xiaojian twice!
I don't know who the mastermind is, but what is certain is... Donglu Sword Sect will definitely not be able to escape!
Lin Muzhe used the Beast Repelling Orb to trigger a wave of beasts, and wanted to let all the disciples of Jianshu Sect die in the resource war. It's miserable, but Chao Xiaojian still feels that Fang Lang and the others have been greatly wronged!
Chao Xiaojian cupped his hands in the direction of the Tai Chi Hall.
Then drink coldly.
"Nan Yehuo, come out!"
The sound reverberated above the Baiyu Square, causing countless white snowflakes to explode.
"If you dare not follow, believe it or not, I will go east three thousand miles today to slaughter all the disciples of your Donglu Sword Sect."
The words fall.
Surprised, the entire Baiyu Square fell into dead silence.
Slaughtering the entire Donglu Sword Sect, if other people talk about this, everyone will just snort and laugh, but the white-haired sword demon Chao Xiaojian... Maybe he can really do it!
Afterwards, under the complicated gazes of many suzerains, Chao Xiaojian turned into a stream of light, tearing through the heavy snow and rushing into the sky.
The death of Lin Muzhe made Nan Yehuo feel extremely sad.
The death of Lin Muzhe made it impossible for the Donglu Sword Sect to take himself out. As the suzerain of the Donglu Sword Sect, Nan Yehuo didn't have much choice now, so he rose up with the sword and chased him away.
The two rushed to the sky.
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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, with a fire burning beside him, and the spout of the kettle was beeping and steaming.
Li Tianlin enjoys the feeling that everything is under his control, and he can manipulate everything within the applause. He is like the Buddha recorded in the classics of Guanfohai, who can suppress everything with a single palm.
It's like playing a game of chess, the fight between black and white, everything is under his control.
He likes to see the despairing faces of his opponents.
Just like the gentleman Jian Wen Ting whose heart was defeated by him back then.
He is different from the third prince Li Liancheng. In Li Tianlin's eyes, Li Liancheng is too stupid, too stupid. Li Liancheng, who has been with those barbaric alien races for a long time, has become only domineering and arrogant to solve problems.
It's easy to miss this way, and it's easy to lose yourself.
Li Tianlin's eyes were deep, he drank the tea in the cup and stood up slowly.
The torrential rain continued, and the breeze and waves it created blew his four-claw python robe.
Li Tianlin's eyes were a little far-reaching and profound, and he looked towards Chang'an.
Li Tianlin felt that he was the only one who inherited Tang Huang's blood.
The crown prince, Li Tianlin is the most suitable, and the future emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Tianlin is the most suitable.
However, Li Tianlin knew that...he would never have the chance to become the crown prince in his life, and become the emperor of the next generation of Tang Dynasty.
The so-called battle for the crown prince is actually just a joke.
Even the third prince, Li Liancheng, was not pleased by his father because he was too deeply involved with other races.
The only thing my father likes... is that silly second child!
Li Tianlin thought it was ridiculous. After waiting for so many years, his father was finally willing to be the crown prince, but it turned out...not him.
He worked so hard, but Tang Huang turned a blind eye to it, but he was a stupid second child who knew nothing, but he was favored by Tang Huang.
How can the future master of the Great Tang Dynasty be a fool? !
There is a fire burning in Li Tianlin's chest.
Looking at the continuous rain, Li Tianlin's eyes flashed a picture, which was the picture when he approached Tie Lv step by step.
In the depths of the imperial city, there is an iron law hanging, which is the iron law of the Tang Dynasty.
An iron law poured with the blood of the royal children.
Powerful, majestic, symbolizing strength.
The iron law has lasted for endless years, and it is the treasure held by the emperors of all dynasties!
It is also the power that Li Tianlin pursues!
Every time Li Tianlin poured his own blood into Tie Lv, Li Tianlin could even feel Tie Lv's astonishing heartbeat, as if Tie Lv had turned into a real person!
Li Tianlin felt that he had become extremely small in front of Tie Lv.
It is this insignificance that makes Li Tianlin more eager to possess and control the iron law.
Only by becoming the real emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, can he 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, the iron law...
What happened ten years ago?
Fantasy and fantasy. Ten years ago, Xuanyuan Taihua got lost in the Loulan demon palace, and King Jiang Wu, who came back from the demon palace in embarrassment, sealed himself in the mansion and did not leave for ten years.
Behind this big event that shocked the entire Tang Dynasty, it seemed that not so many people paid attention to whether the Tang Emperor's impact on the power that surpassed the limit of the world was successful or not.
But he, Li Tianlin, is still paying attention. He has been probing continuously for these years, but he has not found any clues.
Is it a success? 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 Li Tianlin's chance to cause an uproar and change his established destiny.
So, no matter what, Li Tianlin must test it out this time!
Even if... the world is messed up, so what? grab grab
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Fang Lang looked at the eldest prince Li Tianlin calmly.
In fact, in the post station, Fang Lang knew he was wrong when he heard that the officials of Dali Temple had come to arrest them under the order of the First Prince.
I guessed wrong from the beginning, it was not the third prince who ordered Lin Muzhe to lead the beast tide to attack them!
In other words, the third prince is just a blamer, or someone who was calculated.
The real chief envoy, the real nobleman behind Lin Muzhe, and even the nobleman behind Donglu Sword Sect, is the eldest prince Li Tianlin.
Therefore, Fang Lang did not refuse, and came to meet the eldest prince in person.
The killing of Lin Muzhe may have been somewhat unexpected by the First Prince, and it was an accident.
Fang Lang was dressed in blood, and his face under the bamboo hat was not too eager. For the eldest prince Li Tianlin, Fang Lang felt disgust and dislike from the bottom of his heart.
"You were able to kill Lin Muzhe, it was indeed beyond my expectation."
The First Prince laughed.
"Can you think about what I told you last time?"
At that time, during the conversation between the eldest prince and Fang Lang in the palace of the Ministry of Rites, Fang Lang rejected the eldest prince's solicitation.
Fang Lang shook his head: "I have never changed my mind."
The First Prince raised his eyebrows, then poured a cup of tea and tossed it slowly.
This cup of tea broke through the rain curtain extremely steadily and floated towards Fang Lang.
"Have a cup of tea and think about it."
"I'll give you another chance."
The teacup floated in front of Fang Lang.
However, Fang Lang slowly raised his hand, his palm sticking out from his blood-stained sleeve, his thumb touched his middle finger, and he flicked his fingers.
Buzz!
The surrounding rain curtain exploded in an instant, and the invisible sword wave spread, and the floating teacup was instantly shattered by Fang Lang!
"The way is different, don't drink tea."
Fang Lang said.
The broken tea turned into mist and was covered in the rain.
This snap of the fingers showed Fang Lang's attitude.
The smile on the eldest prince's face began to disappear bit by bit.
"Lin Muzhe should have been sent by His Highness."
Fang Lang shook off the water stains on his hands, lowered his eyes, and said lightly.
As soon as the words come out.
Ni Wen, Liu Bubai, and brother Shu Yuehua couldn't help being surprised. Isn't Lin Muzhe a disciple of Donglu Sword Sect?
Isn't it the Third Prince who sent her here?
"It's just a test for you."
The eldest prince also said indifferently.
"Test?"
"If I was killed by Lin Muzhe, it would not be a test."
"I will become a victim of your scheme against the Third Prince."
"The children of the royal family are all so proud, so arrogant, and so cold-blooded, the third prince is, and so are you."
"Do you think, as a royal family, you are worthy of the world's gratitude for giving a little something at will?"
Fang Lang raised his hand, and held the handle of the Liansheng sword in the box, which pointed obliquely at the dark cloud-covered sky.
Little by little, he drew out the Liansheng sword.
It seems that a force is constantly gathering, trying to cut through the thick fog covering the sky.
All around, the messengers from Dali Temple grasped the handles of their waists one after another. The atmosphere between the heaven and the earth seemed to freeze for a moment, as if the raindrops could not fall at all.
The atmosphere was tense instantly.
Huang Ying and Jiang Linglong also held the hilt of their swords with serious expressions.
The performance of the eldest prince is equivalent to tacitly acquiescing that Lin Muzhe was sent by him. If this is the case, then they can only draw their swords.淘戅追起哟literature zhuI戅
"You don't have to drink a toast. In fact, if you hadn't pulled out the Liansheng sword, I might really have respected you as a corporal."
"But when you pull out the Liansheng sword, you become like that woman Xuanyuan Taihua... It's so condescending and disgusting!"
Li Tianlin said indifferently.
"Do you dare to draw your sword at me?"
Li Tianlin stood wearing a white cloak, and soon, a playful smile appeared on his indifferent face.
"It was the same for Wen Ting back then, and it was the same for you, Fang Lang, as Wen Ting's student."
"Both master and apprentice are so arrogant, so ignorant of awe."
Li Tianlin stretched out his hand, and on one finger, the rapidly falling raindrops suddenly froze and froze.
"I won't kill you, I'm different from the third child, he can't control his reason when anger dominates him, but I... won't."
Li Tianlin smiled brilliantly.
Step by step, he stepped into the rain curtain, but the rain curtain dissipated around him one after another.
"Zhuangyuan Lang...you are very arrogant and confident, shining brightly, just like Wen Ting back then."
"If you join me, I will give you a bright future, but you choose to stand against me."
"Are you conceited about your talent?"
"Then I will plant a seed of fear deep in your heart, smash your sword heart, and make you live in a muddle... just like that Wen Ting."
Step down.
The first prince's white cloak was flying, and the raindrops all over the sky seemed to be frozen, as if the pause button had been pressed.
A sense of oppression like a mountain, a feeling of oppression like a lonely boat facing a huge wave of 10,000 meters emerged from Fang Lang's heart.
A gleam of golden light flickered in the eyes of the First Prince Li Tianlin.
There is a vague force that impacts the soul, rushing towards Fang Lang.
Fang Lang's face was solemn and solemn. Since he would choose to meet the First Prince, he naturally had confidence in his heart.
The enemy is the scariest in the dark, but once in the open, 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, a man who plays with people's hearts, and his superior appearance make people feel angry.
Fang Lang didn't understand the so-called battle for the crown prince, and he had no intention of getting involved in such a battle.
However, he didn't want to, but he couldn't avoid it.
Faced with this involuntary wave, he opened his fangs and tore the big net to pieces, just like when he faced the third prince back then.
It's just that, at that time, it was a bit of luck.
Now, Fang Lang has the confidence.
What is Fang Lang's confidence?
It's not a card, but Wen Ting's strength, maybe it can burst out with invisible power.
However, it is not guaranteed.
His confidence is Lian Shengjian!
Fang Lang rubbed the hilt of Lianshengjian, and the lotus sword Er of Lianshengjian seemed to be beating again and again.
This feeling is the same as the situation in Qiuling Yao Que.
Lianshengjian seemed to come alive.
The lotus-born sword left by Xuanyuan Taihua, a touch of will sleeps in the sword.
No one else can use it, but Fang Lang can!
Because there is a seed of sword intent in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone, and with the help of Wen Ting, he can use this seed of sword intent to activate it with sword intent!
This is Fang Lang's confidence to face the eldest prince head-on! grab grab
He wants to be like an indomitable swordsman, regardless of any storms.
I draw my sword with all my heart and tear everything apart!
Wen Ting didn't dare to swing a sword, but Fang Lang did!
The golden light in the first prince's eyes became more and more brilliant, as if forming a unique "domain", enveloping Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and others.
In the minds of everyone, the eldest prince's stature seemed to start to grow taller and taller, as if he had turned into a **** and looked down on the ants in the world.
That depressive feeling almost makes my heart collapse!
Huang Ying was a little desperate. Her face changed drastically. It turned out that this was the situation Wen Ting faced back then. It turned out that it was such despair!
Huang Ying once scolded Wen Ting for not living up to expectations, and was saddened by Wen Ting's failure to keep his promise.
However, now Huang Ying truly understands the despair that Wen Ting has endured, the despair after being crushed by Jianxin.
Fang Lang closed his eyes, and his spiritual thoughts surged into the Liansheng Sword quickly, mobilizing the seeds of sword intent in the dantian cyclone, and the silk sword intent was mobilized, and frantically poured into the Liansheng Sword.
Fang Lang seemed to see a world in the Liansheng Sword.
In the vagueness, there seems to be a figure in white, which is peerless.
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Buzz!
A gourd was thrown quickly and smashed hard into the muddy rain curtain. In an instant, the gourd exploded and was torn apart, and the wolfberry tea soaked in wolfberry spilled all over the ground.
Huang Ying, Ni Wen, Liu Bubai and others suddenly felt the pressure off their bodies.
Even Fang Lang was startled and opened his eyes slightly.
But saw a lazy figure descending from the sky, standing in front of them, holding a thin sword, slowly straightening his waist.
It seems to hold up a whole piece of heaven and earth.
Countless rainstorms have been lifted against the trend!
Wen Ting came and stood between Fang Lang and the others and the eldest prince.
He stared at the First Prince, and the First Prince's golden eyes were also staring at Wen Ting.
When their gazes collided, Wen Ting leaned on his sword and smiled.
"Your Highness, long time no see!"
"You are still as disgusting as ever."
The eldest prince looked at Wen Ting indifferently with his golden eyes.
"You still dare to appear in front of me, if I can destroy you once, I can destroy you a second time."
The eldest prince raised his hand, pointed at Wen Ting from a distance, and squeezed it violently.
The air around Wen Ting seemed to be tightly squeezed!
Endless oppression fell on Wen Ting's body, making Wen Ting's weak body seem to kneel down at any time.
Suddenly!
Wen Ting smiled, his face flushed.
He has been waiting for this day for too long!
"A young man once told me that ants can kill elephants, and mortals can kill immortals... Your body may be humble, but don't lose the courage to swing your sword."
"I learned."
"Today, I will swing the sword that I lost back then."
"Swing a sword that I never swung back then!"
Wen Ting smiled brightly.
It was as if there were shackles emerging from his body, and when his fingers tapped lightly, there was a burst of sword energy, cutting the shackles one by one, and his aura began to soar!
From the artistic conception of the fourth-rank sword, to the fifth-rank, sixth-rank, seventh-rank, until climbing to the peak of the seventh-rank!
Afterwards, the sword in Wen Ting's hand seemed to turn into a shocking giant shark, which opened its fangs and devoured the sword energy, sword intent and strength from Wen Ting's body.
The sword energy and power hidden in the lungs, kidneys, heart, and internal organs are all swallowed by the sword in Wen Ting's hand!
Keep the sword with your body!
It's like raising a hungry wolf with flesh and blood, waiting for the moment to be slaughtered, to bite the entire mountain forest!
This is not the half-baked "feeding the sword with your body" that Fang Lang reproduced with the help of a borrow card.淘戅Polaroid
This is a sword that Wen Ting has raised for ten years.
A truly brutal secret technique!
Li Tianlin's eyes froze slightly, as if he did not expect that Wen Ting, who had been defeated by him for so many years, could break free from the shackles and step into the seventh rank in front of his eyes.
"Qipin, not bad."
"But not enough."
Li Tianlin said lightly, his eyes were golden, and he was filled with endless pressure.
He just looked at it like this, and there seemed to be a phantom like a **** condensed behind him, stepping out the sole of his foot towards Wen Ting who was wielding the sword, as if raising his foot to kill an ant.
However, his movements quickly froze!
The corners of Wen Ting's unshaven mouth grinned.
In an instant.
Wen Ting's cultivation level, which had reached the peak of the seventh rank, actually collapsed continuously at this moment, like a tide receding.
Sixth Grade... Fifth Grade... and even return to Fourth Grade...
After the fourth grade, it is still falling.
Every time a rank is dropped, Wen Ting's temples become a little more frosty and hairy.
Second rank, first rank, finally... There is no trace of cultivation on her body.
Frosty hair all over the head.
Ordinary is like an ordinary person holding a sword.
The eldest prince's golden eyes are like gods.
Wen Ting's dark eyes looked like a mortal looking up at a god.
Looking at the First Prince Li Tianlin.
Wen Ting threw out a sword in an ordinary way.
The phantom of the giant that seemed to be stepping down was cut, and the endless mountain-like momentum was cut.
The darkness in front of the eldest prince Li Tianlin ~IndoMTL.com~ The heavy rain, the space was cut open.
This sword is like a mortal stepping on the top of a mountain, swinging a sword to kill a god!
"Monday!"
"Help me!"
Looking at the sword, Li Tianlin's pupils constricted for the first time, and he roared!
Call for help!
Wen Ting, a lunatic, has been working hard for ten years just for one sword!
The palm of his outstretched hand was pierced by the sword, and golden blood was flying. The sword penetrated his palm, arm, and spread into his chest, his heart!
It comes out from the back!
Wen Ting smiled and let go.
The sword has been raised for ten years, and once it comes out of the cage!
The thin sword that pierced Li Tianlin's heart trembled suddenly, as if it let out a low moan like a wild animal, like a hungry wolf out of its cage.
Bring up 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 pierced by this ray of sword energy!
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