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He suffered for a long time, but because of the man's words, he got rid of it.

At this time, no one can understand his mood.

A long time passed, he gradually calmed down, his eyes were peaceful, no sadness or joy, quietly watching the pain of the blue sun.

"Sorry, you're the first one to step in here."

If he hadn't come to his senses, no one would have stepped in here.

At this moment, the Wu family members who became monsters also woke up. Their hair began to fade and their consciousness recovered. Their sight changed from confusion to confusion, and then to desolation.

What happened?

What's going on?

What happened to those monsters?

The battle gradually subsided, looking at those fierce monsters in front of them, suddenly recovered, some of the strong could not understand.

But at this point, they did not.

Shua, all eyes fell on the depths of the sword rain forest, that red light has been dim down, and even that terrible breath wave has dissipated.

As if, for a moment, everything was still.

"Stranger, I'm leaving." He said to Qingyang, with sadness shining in his calm look.

At this time, all the Wu family members who came to their senses were moving in the same direction.

On the mountain.

The old man was in tears. They finally got rid of the curse of the swords of the princes, but they could not go back.

Those ancestors of Wu family who became monsters did not want to return to secular life.

At this time, the emperor sighed: "don't you go to see it?"

The old man was tearful and did not answer.

Lin Yifan said: "they have been cursed for too long. Even if they get rid of the curse, there is something wrong with their bodies and spirits."

The emperor frowned: "you mean, they can't live?"

Lin Yifan said: "yes, the curse keeps them alive, but if they lose the curse, they will still die."

All the Wu family seem to understand this truth. They do not want to face the world in this way, so they return to the depths of the sword rain forest and wait for death quietly.

This is a kind of sadness.

The emperor sighed, did not speak, the curse dispersed, if the people of the Wu family can survive, this will be a huge force!

It's a pity.

The old man also stopped his tears, as if he had been dried by the breeze. His sight was blurred and he suddenly laughed: "if you can, please take care of Meiqin for me."

The voice dropped and he went straight down.

He will go to see his ancestors, and he will follow them into the depths, waiting for the end of their Wu family.

The emperor opened his mouth slightly and stopped talking.

Lin Yifan sighed and never spoke.

Forty years ago, he could have done it, but what was the use of it? Even if we let them get rid of the curse, there is still no way to save them.

A long time later, the emperor asked, "how do you do it?"

Lin Yifan said nothing

OK!

The emperor sighed and asked, "the people in the holy palace don't pay attention to this place at all."

He raised his head and looked into the distance: "they will pay attention."

The appearance of the swords of the princes is so important that the holy palace can not ignore it. It is only a matter of time.

Roar!

After calming down, everyone thought that the sword of the princes had disappeared. They never thought that at this moment, another roar echoed out.

That direction.

Crash, there is no monster's block, also no Red Mansions, the strong are fast galloping.

In just ten minutes, many people came to this area, including haotianqiong and Li Yi.

"There's a monster there." Someone exclaimed.

Qingyang is covered with dark blue hair. He is fluffy. He can't see his face clearly. He looks up to the sky and roars. His expression is extremely painful.

In front of him was the dark blue sword of princes.

The scarlet beads on the hilt of the sword were darkened.

"That's..."

"There's nothing wrong with the swords of princes. I've seen the sword in an unofficial history."

"That sword really exists, my God!"

With the rise and fall of people's exclamations, the whole sword rainforest is boiling.

At that moment, a lot of strong men were fighting, some of them were reviving powerful soldiers, and some others were using terrible techniques. They were all over the sky and rolling to the front.

At this time, haotianqiong is also making a move. Facing the legendary swords of the princes, no one can keep calm.

"That man."

Li Yi opened her eyes and stared at the man who was covered with dark blue hair. She was so familiar that the breath fluctuated.Hum!

Suddenly, Qingyang opened his dark blue eyes. He got up, pulled out the sword of the princes, and cut a sword toward the Wandao attack.

Dark blue with a demon red, there is a strong force of death.

It's so powerful.

That sword actually blocked the attack of all people.

Then his figure flashed and disappeared here.

"Well, what's the matter, man?"

"Did you run away?"

"Is this blink?" People were shocked.

However, such a scene, for Li Yi, is such a shock, it is not a blink, but dance eight changes, that kind of breath fluctuations can not be wrong.

Who is that man? How can you practice and dance?

With his back to the East, he quickly chased down.

In a certain direction, Yang Mingyan's expression also congealed. They recognized Qingyang's clothes and even the sword he was carrying.

But why did he become that way?

What's more, is the sword he pulled out just now?

Haowulin said, "brother, that man has chased after him."

"I know," he whispered

It was not the man who got the sword of the princes, but Li Yi's body method, which seemed to move in a twinkling, which was very strange.

He recalled that night in the lakeside, the man who had cut a sword at him disappeared in an instant.

Whoa!

Many powerful gods and Kings also chased down. The swords of the princes were in front of us. How could we miss them?

Qingyang's speed is very fast, but Li Yi's is faster. In addition to dancing eight changes, he also has flying talisman. Half an hour later, he will catch up with Qingyang.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the back of Qingyang, he felt more and more familiar.

At that time, he got dancing eight changes from Zheng Zimu. He passed on four people: Qingyang, Qiu Xiaoyi, Fang Xuexue, Chen Meng

The man in front of him was obviously a man, and with that strong sense of familiarity, he almost guessed who the man was.

It's Qingyang. There's no mistake.

How could he be here?

What happened to that sword? Why did he grow those strange hairs?

Pen!

Li Yi holds the East behind him with one hand, but the other hand smashes it down, trying to block the pace of Qingyang.

But he was avoided by Qingyang. In a hurry, he turned back subconsciously. In his dark blue eyes, pain, and confusion emerged.

Li Yi stopped and exclaimed, "is Qingyang you?"