Fairy, Please Let Me Explain Chapter 506

Chapter 506 Suggestions

The sword roar tore apart the prison formation and quickly swept towards both sides of the corridor.

Qingyuan's sword was three feet three long. When the sword was halfway out, the man shrouded in the purple and black robe suddenly moved, or his aura suddenly changed.

The complicated robes were constantly fluttering with the strong wind, and under the robes and hats, a pair of eyes as clear as the deep sea could be vaguely lit up.

In an instant, the star-like radiance around Him suddenly stagnated, and a faint roar of thunder could be heard.

 Feng Jiuxuan's lowered eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

In the space invisible to the naked eye, countless arc-shaped spell lines can be seen emerging, and the white chains shot out from them have firmly sealed his sword-drawing wrist.

 Layers upon layers, like tangled spider webs wrapped around his arms.

Feng Jiuxuan's sword-drawing hand was still steady, but the speed of unsheathing the sword gradually slowed down.

Every time you pull out a centimeter, dozens of white and crystal-clear energy chains break into starlight and dissipate.

When everything fell silent, Qingyuan's unsheathed sword was fixed at two feet four.

 This is a trial with no winner or loser.

Orunli thought as she felt the atmosphere in the prison gradually calming down.

 This was somewhat beyond her expectation.

 The power of this Yanman was beyond his imagination.

As she grows older and the magic ring continues to condense, she clearly feels that the "father" sitting on the throne can no longer be called a human in every sense.

 And he was able to keep up with her "father".

With her thoughts at this point, Aulunli's lowered eyes subconsciously raised up and looked at the man who was already bound by chains.

The prison was cramped and small, but there were still many things in her field of vision.

The purple-black annular crack created by the boundary stone, the countless white chains, and the emperor's robe blown up by the strong wind are as holy as the "father" descended from the gods.

 But at this moment, Aulunli only had a sword left in her eyes.

Whether it's a person or an object, when something is extremely beautiful, people's minds will be attracted to it uncontrollably.

This is a flawless sword, half unsheathed. The slender sword body glows with a magnificent green light, and it is so perfect that it seems not to be a human thing.

 Her heart trembled, and Aulunli's body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He had only experienced this tremor from the "father" in front of him.

 Now, the second one appears.

But Aulunli still had no time to be amazed and admired. Almost the moment Aulunli saw Qingyuan, death firmly grasped her heart.

 Everything in the prison began to fade and spread.

 With that sword as the center, everything loses its color, only the sword's light remains.

The white-robed Yanren's movement to draw his sword was stopped by Emperor Xi'en, but his sword power did not stop.

The blue pupils shrouded by the magic ring kept shrinking. Aulunli tried to see clearly the sword of the white-clothed Yanren, and blood and tears unconsciously fell from the corners of her eyes along her cheeks.

 “Close your eyes.”

 The plain and familiar voice sounded in Aulunli's heart.

　　This frightening voice in the past gave her an unparalleled sense of security at this moment.

Can not look.

 Suddenly coming back to consciousness, Aulunli immediately closed her eyes.

Everything around him was instantly plunged into darkness,

Then,

 Everything fell into silence.

 One second.

 Five seconds.

 Ten seconds.

The silent darkness made Aulunli unaware of what was happening around her, but the beating of her heart made her realize that she was still alive.

 In silence, Aulunli gradually opened her eyes.

 Everything around me changed silently.

 It's like cutting tofu with a knife.

The prison is gone, and the originally hard and smooth inner wall is now covered with dense sword marks, and the most eye-catching one is the sword mark.

This is a bottomless sword mark, stretching out from under the feet of the white-robed Yanren, going straight forward, and spreading until a sword abyss is formed in the ground!

Her mind stopped for a moment, and Aulunli regained her composure, because the figure wearing the emperor's robe still stood in front of her.

That terrifying sword abyss passed by His feet within a hair's breadth.

 This sword was blocked by the emperor.

 Wrong.

  Not to block.

From the very beginning, the target of Bai Yi Yanren's sword was not the emperor and her, but the space pendant suspended in mid-air.

After the boundary stone was cut open, the purple-black ring-shaped crack began to deform, lasting for more than ten breaths, and finally collapsed into dots of starlight and dissipated into the void.

This sword is a warning and a threat.

After doing all this, Feng Jiuxuan looked at the foreign man shrouded in purple and black robes calmly:

 “Are you the emperor of Xi'an?”

 He spoke in a language of great flames, but it seemed to reach straight to the soul.

 Sacred source.

Emperor Sean glanced at the sword abyss at his feet, seeming to be thinking about something:

"yes."

 His voice also goes straight to the soul.

After putting the sword back into its sheath, a strong gust of wind lifted up the hems of their clothes.

 In the endless silence, Feng Jiuxuan's voice was very soft:

 “Someone wants me to bring you a message.”

 Emperor Xi'en's eyes fell on Yanren in white again:

 “The Lord of your dynasty?”

Feng Jiuxuan glanced at him, ignored Emperor Xi En's question, and continued in a soft voice:

“He asked me to ask if you are willing to cooperate with us.”

 Emperor Sean did not speak.

 After a moment of silence, Aulunli immediately realized that Bai Yi Yanren's disregard and arrogance made her "father" a little angry.

Feng Jiuxuan was not in a hurry and waited quietly for the other party's reply.

 Silence spreads.

The gaze under the robe was fixed on Feng Jiuxuan, as if he was assessing the strength of Yan Ren in front of him, and also seemed to be considering his suggestions.

The silent silence lasted for about ten breaths before Emperor Sean's voice, as calm as the mountain waves, sounded again, with one word:

"explain."

Feng Jiuxuan raised his eyes and glanced at the other party:

 “We need the void stone.”

 Emperor Sean met the other party's gaze and faintly uttered three words:

 “Tell me the details.”

Feng Jiuxuan's narrow eyes slightly narrowed, and the tip of her sheath tapped Aulunli:

 “The man said, leave her behind, and he will talk to you himself.”

 Looking at each other for a moment, Emperor Sean said:

 “She will leave first, and I will stay and talk to that person.”

Hearing this, Feng Jiuxuan's expressionless expression changed little by little, and there was a hint of eagerness in his dull eyes:

 “This is a notification, not a consultation.”

  "."Emperor Sean.

 “You have three breaths of thinking time.”

Feng Jiuxuan held the scabbard of the sword and stared calmly at the magnificent blue eyes under the robe.

  In silence,

The man shrouded in purple and black robes seemed to sigh softly.

Seeing this scene, Aulunli instantly realized that the negotiation had broken down.

This "father" is going to have a serious fight with this hot man in white.

 He was not a benevolent monarch.

 His temper is very bad.

 The terror of death has hung over the court of Cyon since His accession to the throne.

His power is awe-inspiring, His methods are terrifying, and His temperament makes people dare not look directly at him.

Having been here for only a few minutes, the "father" has been angered by the arrogance of the white-robed Yanren and the completely insincere negotiation conditions offered by the other party.

Putting her red lips lightly, Aulunli didn't know whether this decision was due to his moody temperament or his confidence in himself, but she knew that she could not stop the other party.

More than ten magic rings surrounding her heart began to rotate rapidly, but her preparation was still too slow in the eyes of these two people. In an instant, the entire dungeon was filled with strong winds. The dazzling holy light erupted like a rising sun, and countless mysterious lines reflected each other in the air.

 Emperor Xi En moved, but Feng Jiuxuan was faster.

The white clothes that were three points taller than the snow cut through the void and came to Emperor Xi En as if teleporting.

If the sword just now was a preparation of momentum, then this sword is about to reach its extreme.

 Because of the slashed sword abyss, the surroundings are no longer cramped.

Feng Jiuxuan arrived last, like a dragon flashing through the air with a flicker of cold light, and instantly arrived in front of the flying robe of Emperor Xi En.

 Layers of protective light films appeared instantly, but due to the sharp edge of the sword, everything was eclipsed.

In Feng Jiuxuan's eyes, Qingyuan cut through these thick light films like cutting tofu, and directly pierced the chest of Emperor Xi'en. The powerful force on it made the two people disappear in an instant, slashing along the He galloped out of Jianyuan.

The whistling wind kept passing by my ears, and the bright red blood splashed all the way, blooming magnificently in the air like a flower from the other side.

Feng Jiuxuan looked at Emperor Xi'en who was seriously injured in an instant, with no trace of emotion in his eyes.

 The feeling of the sword in his hand conflicted with the picture in his eyes.

　　 No matter where he looked, Emperor Sean was stabbed by Qiji, but the feeling of the sword in his hand fed back completely different information.

This is not the feeling of a sword blade entering your body.

In other words, the picture in front of you is an illusion created by the other party.

The Holy Source Qi energy surged around him, and after a tremor, the scene in front of Feng Jiuxuan changed instantly.

 They were still galloping along the sword abyss.

It's just that the tip of his sword did not pierce Emperor Xien's chest, but was caught by the opponent's white and clean light hand, unable to make any progress.

Emperor Sean's sleeves have been raised at this moment, and a palm is resting on the side of his head, emitting fluctuations that can cause hallucinations.

Without thinking too much, a sense of death has quietly crept into my heart.

The brief trance has given Emperor Sean the opportunity to lay out a killing array all over the sky, and the surrounding space is already covered with complicated spell patterns.

  One mind, three uses. It is four uses.

Moving his eyes slightly downward, Feng Jiuxuan saw Emperor Sean pointing his finger at Aulunli.

The other party was actually under his sword, but he still had time to protect his daughter

 No, it's not just about protecting.

Yihun felt that in just an instant, the whole body of the blond woman who was half kneeling on the ground was already wrapped in a layer of small and dense lines.

 The moment he sensed it, the lines were still taking shape and the space began to vibrate.

 Feng Jiuxuan realized what the other party was doing.

This Emperor Sean wants to use the so-called space magic ring to teleport Aulunli away.

Feng Jiuxuan's calm mood suddenly felt like he wanted to laugh, or maybe he was excited.

Feeling the turbulent aura of death around him, Feng Jiuxuan held Qingyuan in his hand, stared at Emperor Xi'en, and said in a loud voice:

"Before you arrived, I heard your daughter say that you are the strongest person in Xien."

Emperor Sean did not answer. His clear blond hair was blowing in the wind, and his indifferent gaze under his robe seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Feng Jiuxuan smiled.

 He felt that the world had become a little strange.

 He, Feng Jiuxuan, was actually underestimated one day.

 The snow is getting heavier.

As the side door opened, a carriage quietly drove out of the imperial city and headed into the dark night.

The streets are quiet, the footsteps of hoofs are crisp, and most of the lights in Di'an's houses have been extinguished. Only the high-hanging red lights emit bursts of warm light in the cold snowy night.

After driving for an unknown amount of time in the wind and snow, the carriage finally stopped in front of the high gate of Yifu under the imperial city. The three large characters engraved on the plaque above were still shining brightly in the dark night.

Through the window lattice, Li Yunqing looked at the three characters "Prime Minister's Mansion" on the plaque, glanced at the deep alleys around him, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously:

“Brother, there should be many people watching here tonight.”

The prince sat opposite him with a gentle voice:

 “This matter, Gu Zi naturally knows.”

Li Yunqing grinned with a hint of teasing:

“You know why, but come here. Brother Huang, have you thought clearly about what this means?”

After a moment of silence, Li Yucheng smiled slightly:

“Yunqing, I just want to prove something to my father.”

 After saying that, the prince didn't want to say anything more and stood up to get out of the car, but as soon as he made a move, he felt his robe being pulled.

 Slowly look back.

The carriage was silent for a moment,

Li Yunqing gently exhaled a breath, a rare dignified look appeared on his cynical face. He looked directly into the eyes of his brother in front of him and asked in a low voice:

“Brother, my father asked me to come to the prime minister's office tonight to ask for an explanation. Do you know why I sent someone to inform you?”

Li Yucheng was silent.

 If Li Yunqing hadn't delivered the message about coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight, he might not have learned the news until dawn tomorrow.

Li Yunqing leaned forward, clasped his hands together and rested them on his knees. He lowered his eyes and whispered:

“I want to help you, brother, before I leave.”

Li Yucheng's eyes were raised slightly:

 “Bureau?”

Li Yunqing smiled slightly and clenched his clasped hands slightly:

"After the beginning of the new year, I will go on a mission to Japan. No matter what happens in the past, you and I will probably never have a chance to fight against each other in this life."

Li Yucheng's gentle and elegant eyes flashed with a strange color, and he subconsciously wanted to scold him, but when his words reached his mouth, he turned into a sigh and uttered one word: "Yeah."

Li Yunqing glanced outside the car window at the Prime Minister's Mansion submerged in the dark night wind and snow, and spoke in a very light voice:

“Father is using me as a gun to attack the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight. He chose the time of the Prime Minister's Mansion's banquet. Although it's not a complete breach of trust, there is only a layer of window paper left.”

 “As a brother, I am here for this matter.” Li Yucheng.

 “No, you can't come here for this matter.” Li Yunqing replied.

Li Yucheng frowned slightly.

Li Yunqing chuckled and shook his head:

“On the contrary, you must prevent me from conveying the Father's holy will today.”

Li Yucheng frowned even more:

 “This is a slap in the father's face.”

 “Hit him right in the face!”

 “You're crazy.”

“We have been brothers for more than twenty years, do you think I would go crazy over something like this?”

Li Yunqing's clasped hands loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again, and he considered his words: “Only by doing this will you have a chance to survive.”

Li Yucheng rubbed his eyebrows:

“Yunqing, my father can tolerate opposition, but he will never tolerate others' disobedience and sabotage of his own plans.”

 “Brother, you are wrong.”

Li Yunqing loosened his hands and looked out the window with a faint voice: "What my father can tolerate is never the voices of opposition, but the voices of opposition from those who are useful.

 “As long as you are of sufficient use to him, he will tolerate you even if you copy his plan.”

  "." The prince was silent.

Li Yunqing smiled and continued to ask:

“Besides your cultivation and your status as the eldest son, what else do you think is useful to your father?

“The war in the north is coming to an end soon, and Li Zhaoyuan will return to the imperial capital. By then, brother emperor, do you think you still have a way to survive?”

The words fell silent.

Li Yunqing reached out and grabbed Li Yucheng's hand, took a deep breath, and spoke slightly faster:

“Brother, listen to my advice, tonight, brother, you can present a certificate of nomination to your father and the prime minister's office at the same time.

“My father will tolerate you relying on the prime minister's office to fight against the clan alliance represented by the second brother, and Xu Gong will also support your fight against the clan alliance represented by the second brother.

“So, stopping me is your only way to survive now.”

 The carriage was so quiet that you could hear the snow falling.

Li Yucheng opened his mouth and looked at the younger brother in front of him with a complicated look in his eyes. After a long silence, he whispered:

 “Yunqing, maybe you will be the elder brother, and the fight for the rightful son may be over”

 The words stopped abruptly before they were fully spoken.

The Tao Yun he cultivated made Li Yucheng extremely sensitive to crisis. Without any warning, an aura of death as thick as his hair instantly enveloped his body.

Looking along the Qing Sense, Li Yucheng was shocked to find that the aura of death actually came from the ground of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

what's the situation?

 What is being done in the Prime Minister's Mansion now?

 Astonishment arose in my heart,

 And the next moment,

The explosion coming from the Prime Minister's Mansion gave Li Yucheng his answer.

It was a sky-piercing sword that illuminated the dark night.

Failed

　　　Continue to try tomorrow

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 (End of this chapter)

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