Chapter 687: A hand stretched out in Qinglian

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read2();　　 The imperial garden of the White Emperor Palace, the Xuantianmu under the night, exuding green spirits full of life, while floating back and forth above the sky, and under the Xuantianmu, Zhao Yujing After sitting still on the throne, frowned slightly, staring at the scroll of mountains and seas floating in the air ahead.
What emerges from the scroll is the scene on the Lake Burying the Sword in Wanjian Mountain. Although the scene on the mountain and sea map is greatly distorted and blurred because of the strong edge of the lake, the momentous scene is still clear. Reflected in the eyes of the young emperor.
　　 Zhao Yu held a letter in his hand that had just been handed over by Sima Annan in a hurry, and his jet-black eyes fixedly stared at the rickety figure in the scroll of mountains and seas. The young emperor has always believed in a word:
　　 If you want to be ignorant, you must do nothing.
　　 As long as it is revealed in front of people, then there will be clues, more or less, and the horse's feet must be caught, sooner or later.
　　 Therefore, after the Battle of the Southern Barbarian, the entire Daxia's huge intelligence agency, in cooperation with Sima Annan's Three-World Phase, kept deducing and investigating in the dark. Since then, the appearance of this great national teacher hidden behind the scenes has gradually become clear.
　　 There is only one person's name and three characters on the notes handed by Sima Annan, Shan Wenbai!
In the floating mountains and seas in the Yu Garden, the figure of the Great National Master at this time is like a human-shaped black hole, distorting the surrounding space, so what Zhao Yu can see is only a weird gray hair, but what it emits The breath is far different from the young emperor's impression of Shaoyin in Gyeonggi Prefecture.
Zhao Yu couldn't help but think of the winter night when he first saw Shan Wenbai. At the entrance of Kuchayuan, there was a rickety and thin figure kneeling. Then under the pale moonlight, his half-black and half-white hair looked particularly gray. Obviously he was only over forty years old, but he was as old as an old man, but at that time, Zhao Yu could feel the sincerity in Shan Wenbai's heart.
　　 "Which one is you?"
A faint question came from Zhao Yu's mouth, and then the young emperor returned to his senses and continued to look at the mountains and seas in front of him, gently rubbing the edge of the cup of bitter tea in his hand with his fingers. After a few breaths of thought, Zhao Yu opened his mouth and Emperor Huanghuang The sound rolls out:
　　 "Liang Po!"
　　 After a short while, Liang Po's burly body appeared under the imperial table, knelt on one knee, raised his head and said:
　　 "The minister is here!"
　　 Zhao Yu's complexion remained unchanged, and the emperor's voice continued to linger in the Yu Garden again:
"Holding the Tiger Talisman, I was stationed in the Shenjing City to hold the sun, You Wing, the Four Armies of the Shenwei, together with the Sitian Tower, blocked the Sifang Gate of the Shenjing City, arrested all the personnel related to Shan Wenbai, Lava Kua and the Radiant Army followed, If there is resistance, let's kill it!"
　　 Di Yin fell, Liang Po nodded, then he looked up and continued to ask:
　　 "Your Majesty, what should I do with the Shangshuyou Mansion of the Ministry of Rites?"
　　 "Catch them together, and it won't be too late to post them when they are found out."
　　 After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he raised his hand and raised the bitter tea in his hand, took a sip, and continued to speak:
"Gwangju Metropolitan City Wanjian Mountain, I will use the mountain and sea map to lock down the so-called Great Kingdom Master, Nightmare Division, East Guo Lezheng of the Great Summer Academy, the Black Dragon Guard and the Angry Beast Army immediately go to block Wanjian Mountain, if any If necessary, Sitian Tower sent down the punishment to save the sword and survive.
"Whether the great master is Shan Wenbai or not, or if he is hiding in the capital of God, I have only one request. Before dawn, bring his head. I want the rear to be clean for ninety years. No trouble!"
　　The voice of the young emperor is infinitely murderous, with extremely overbearing!
　　 "No!"
　　Liang broke his command, got up and retreated. Ten breaths later, the night was shrouded in the city of God, still immersed in a sad atmosphere. Suddenly, the undercurrents surged and murderous opportunities were everywhere.
Located in the deep forest on the western outskirts of Shenjing City, the gate of the garrison barracks of the Fourth Army was wide open. The three distinct steel torrents of red, silver, and black pierced the entire darkness, just like three giant dragons emerging from the abyss, directly facing the Shenzhou The first majestic city spreads out.
At the same time, the small world of the floating island, the array is complete, and the purple armor-covered angry beast army stepped out from a blue door of space. Between the stars and the stars, when they appeared again, they had silently descended on The old house in Tsing Yi Lane, Metro City.
　　 "Shan Hai Tu Xiaotian's punishment can be finished?"
　　On the first floor of the main hall of Sitian Tower, Xia's voice faintly sounded, followed by a slightly old response:
　　 "Back to your lord, you can release it after fifty breaths!"
　　 "Fifty breaths?"
　　The girl asked Xia to mutter, and then continued to look up at the top of the tower. After the young emperor blessed the country's luck, the situation changed, and the huge picture of the mountains and seas gradually became clear, and the voice continued:
　　 "But it seems that the girl named Jiansheng may not be able to hold on for fifty breaths, but I am also curious, how would this swordsman Muronghe choose?"
　　 Above the Buried Sword Lake, the frost dragon surrounded and roared. In the raging momentum, with a biting chill, waves swept outwards, making it seem as if a piece of snow fluttered from the top of Wanjian Mountain.
The frost dragon is still flying in the sky, which means that the disciples of the sword pavilion have been fighting hard and failing. It also means that the life of Jiansheng has been threatened the most since his birth. The black-robed Shan Wenbai stretched out and grabbed it. Jiansheng's neck was lifted directly in midair.
　　 Then he turned around and faced the green lotus looming in the cyan mist, ignoring the anger of the exhausted disciples by the lake, stepping forward and walking directly to the center of the lake, the sharpest point.
At the same time, the frost dragons that kept roaring from above, one after another rushed down, exhaling the breath of extreme cold frost, and opened their way in front. After that, the entire Jian Jian Lake felt the infinite crisis, and the blue sword energy gushing out from below the lake. Even more.
This sword buried lake has existed for countless years, and the sword energy stored in it can hardly be described in words, but Murong and Hualian are based on this great lake that has condensed sword energy for countless years. Cut out a way to sanctification.
In other words, this sword burial lake can raise a sage, but the sword lake where most of the sword energy is absorbed at this time is unable to prevent Shan Wenbai from approaching the green lotus, and the latter is advancing very fast and short. In less than twenty breaths, he had already come under Qinglian.
　　Shan Wenbai raised his head, looking at this flower, even him, a huge green lotus rose with an irresistible meaning. For the first time, there was an extremely crazy color in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and roared:
　　 "Muronghe, this sacred calamity is not just a nine-layer heavenly fault. Although this green lotus gathers infinite sword energy and is unparalleled in defense, I don't think you can come out!"
After 　　, Shan Wenbai directly lifted the young girl Jiansheng, and without hesitation, he pressed to the Qinglian, which almost gathered the sharpest spirit in the world.
　　 Infinite sword spirit Qinglian, if you touch it, you will die!
　　At the same time, the eyes of the entire Daxia watching here, including Zhao Yu, all made waves, while the young emperor held the teacup's right hand tightly.
　　 How would Murong He choose?
　　Save or not?
　　 At the moment of death, Qing Lianzhi stretched out a hand to tell the world Murong He's answer.
　　 Once this hand appeared, and then gently held it, the entire Wanjian Mountain that pierced the sky, truly became a sword of heaven and earth!