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If it had not been for the birth of the emperor, the holy palace would have done it.

Fortunately, Emperor Guangming seems to be really blocked by purple leaves. Now it is the emperor who presides over the overall situation.

Yu Mengting said: "the top ten demon emperors of the demon clan are seriously injured and dying. There are only two people left. One is protecting the emperor and the other is in the war hall. If there is no strong support, the fall of the immortal mountain is doomed."

Li Yi is indifferent.

She went on to say: "there are two powerful emperor Daoists in the holy palace. In addition to the emperor Guangming, there are two secretly. The emperor Guangming is held by purple leaves. There is no need to worry about another heavenly weapon. Now, bu Lao Shen mountain is facing the cold water of Tianxuan holy land."

This is the information collected as of yesterday.

Guangming emperor is the Guangming people, the Guangming people in the holy palace, a very old race.

On that battlefield, there were at least four strongmen of the holy land, and what she had just analyzed was the power of the holy palace.

Yuheng, Yaoguang, Tianxuan, Kaiyang

Li Yi is silent.

Yu Mengting took a deep breath, lowered some voices and said, "there is no chance for the immortal mountain."

Even in the distant times, the white tigers never declined, and they could not face the five powerful forces at the same time.

How?

There is no hope at all.

The birth of the emperor has been delayed.

At present, beigulu island is a loose sand.

The oldest races in the legend never care about the life and death of North Gulu island.

The sky is getting deeper and deeper, and the setting sun is gradually disappearing. The darkness is like an ancient beast devouring the earth and the sky.

Li Yi stopped.

Yu Mengting stood quietly behind him and whispered: "if you go to war, I will accompany you. If you choose to give up, I will do everything for you."

The night of beigulu island is a little cool, and the bright moon in the night sky is not very bright.

At this moment, Li Yi thought a lot. After a long time, he said, "after dawn, you go back to the demon mountain. If the war is too big, you will go back to Zhongzhou emperor and go to Yuanshan to find the goddess."

Yu Mengting body.

Li Yi said: "find her and tell me to tell you that I'm sorry."

Yu Mengting breath a stagnation, staring at Li Yi's back, tone some hoarse dry said: "you still choose to fight?"

Li Yi nodded: "sixty years ago, Daliang Mountain was destroyed, but I still survived. Seven years ago, I stopped the holy palace in the battle of Daming Lake. This time, I will not be afraid to fight."

Whether it's for Zhou Yuanfang, or for the dragon who never met, or for the grudge between the black swordsman and the holy palace.

In any case, the world will be stable.

He is a black swordsman. Although he is a devil, he has a mind for the world.

Yu Mengting some sad: "what if I don't?"

Li Yi side over the body, directly pressed her down: "then I will hit you a thousand times."

She squeezed out a smile: "you even if I 10000 times, I will not leave you, I love you."

The breath of love overflowed again, and the thick gentle village drowned them. He looked at Yu Mengting with some affection, but the latter was silent with his teeth.

Li Yi whispered: "after dawn, even if you refuse to go to Yuanshan, you can't follow me. This is my battlefield, do you understand?"

Yu Mengting seems to accept such an arrangement. She droops her eyes and gasps heavily. She spits out a sentence: "if you don't come back, I must kill to the holy palace."

In the quiet night, there was no sound except this meaningful battle. It seemed that even the cold wind was much calmer.

Dawn began to break, layers of mist dispersed, the dew drops drip down, moistening the land.

He wakes up.

She also woke up and dressed him in silence.

Li Yi got up, looked at the sky in the distance, and finally looked at her. Without saying anything, she turned around and left.

Looking at his back, I don't know why, Yu Mengting seems to have lost her heart beat. She is very suffocating, very painful, pale, and shaking. If her sparkling eyes shed crystal liquid.

But soon, she wiped it clean. How can a woman who is a black swordsman cry?

The rising sun, all things in this moment of recovery, the air gradually warm up, but no matter how gentle, also can not melt the hundreds of miles of ice and snow in the old god mountain.

Boom!

If the thunder like sound reverberates in the sky and spreads widely, the prelude of the battle seems to be opened. A strong white tiger is punched through by a young genius of the holy palace, and the blood drips down, making the sky red.

The young genius, with his extraordinary clothes and Phoenix eyes, stands tall in the sky and never releases his breath. However, he gives people great pressure, like facing a young god of war.

"Asshole." Looking at the dying people, the strong people in the white tiger clan are angry one by one."But so it is." The young genius is indifferent in speech and high in expression.

He seems to be no more than 289, but he has stepped into the realm of divinity, which is moving.

On the streets of Lincheng, the wind and snow are howling and the streets are sparsely populated. Many shops have been closed.

At this time, in the snow stood two figures, a man and a woman, they dressed in thick cotton padded jacket, calm looking at the war.

The next moment, the man wants to go out.

The woman took him: "Qingyang."

Qingyang looked back with a smile: "it's OK, I have the sword of princes." It seems that in the face of every dangerous war, he used this sentence to calm Dong Xiaoqing's worries.

Dong Xiaoqing whispered: "this time is different."

Qingyang said: "encircle but not kill, they are waiting for elder martial brother."

The recovery of cold water has reached a terrible stage. If the controllers want to, the area of Mt. Laolao will be frozen in the next few hundred miles, but they did not.

The purpose of encircling but not killing can be considered.

In Qingyang's view, the strong one in the holy palace is waiting for Li Yi's appearance.

Dong Xiaoqing was silent and tightened his thick cotton padded jacket for him.

Qingyang smiles: "wait for me." He went out in the face of the wind and snow, a few steps down, people have stepped on the high altitude.

The man also noticed his arrival, and his face was slightly cold: "in the newspaper, I don't want to kill nobody."

Qingyang said, "my name is Qingyang."

The man looked at him indifferently: "OK, is there any last word?"

At this time, a cry of surprise came from the air: "it's him." The person who made the exclamation was a female disciple of Yaoguang lake.

Others looked at it: "how do you know each other?"

The woman was awe inspiring: "fifty years ago, he left four big characters before I shook the lake:" my name is Qingyang. "He was the younger martial brother of the black swordsman."

All the people present were surprised and their eyes fell on Qingyang.