Fairy, Please Let Me Explain Chapter 509

Chapter 509 Tonight, Ming Jiuxuan

The stars are dancing wildly, the dark clouds are rising and rolling back, and the tornado vortex is quietly taking shape.

Heaven and earth are silent,

 The whole world seemed to be filled with only that piece of white clothing and the sword in his hand.

 Each generation knows one thing.

People in today's world only know that Xiangfu Changge's sword is famous all over the world, and all the heroes in the world have lowered their eyebrows. But not long ago, Feng's eldest son once amazed the world with his three-foot green peak.

It's just that those years were too bright, with countless geniuses rising up together. Feng Jiuxuan was just one of those stars, and his brilliance was obscured by the person beside him.

But on this snowy night, the world once again saw why this man in white was named the Sword Master.

 Everyone's gaze was so focused that they even forgot that there was another person at the center of the storm.

Emperor Sean looked at the figure in the void, and his indifferent gaze finally gained a touch of solemnity.

The magic network he had compiled began to collapse uncontrollably when the opponent's sword power gathered. From the smallest details, it quickly spread to every corner of the spell ribbon.

As the sword in white was slowly raised, there was no sound from the wind and snow. The stream stirred up on the Longping River and kept lapping at the side of the boat on it. The huge waves raised even capsized many boats.

 This is a power He has never seen before.

 Belongs to the power of the ancient dynasty called Dayan at our feet.

 Emperor Sean's heartbeat accelerated for the first time.

 But this movement that was too quiet to be heard was clearly captured by Feng Jiuxuan.

 According to what the nephew said.

 Xi En's technique is not released through the meridians, but through something called a "magic ring" surrounding the heart.

Because of this, Feng Jiuxuan felt hesitant in his heart when he heard this accelerated heartbeat.

 It is a rare opportunity to face the strongest person on this other side of the ocean. Wouldn't it be a pity if we could not see him in his prime?

 But just as this thought flashed through, Feng Jiuxuan still moved.

 He chooses to respect his opponents.

 Any show of mercy is a blasphemy against the strong.

 So he swung down the sword in his hand.

The flying snow and dark clouds were already hovering in the sky like the center of a storm, and as he swung his sword, a gap gradually opened in the dark clouds.

 The sword fell,

The bright moonlight followed the cracked clouds and the wisps of flying snow quietly falling. Everything was quiet and beautiful.

 This is a sword.

 It is also the Wandao Sword, a pure and perfect sword.

 The wind pressure was blowing, and the waterfall-like blond hair of Emperor Sean was like snow under the reflection of the holy light.

 At this moment,

 For the first time in his life, He sensed a breath called death.

 The beating of the heart continues to accelerate.

This is the acceleration of his activation of the magic ring, and it is also the physiological acceleration.

When a person has been at the top of the world for too long, when everyone and everything is within easy reach, the threshold of human desire will rise infinitely, until nothing in the world can tempt him anymore, and the beating of his heart will no longer have any ripples. People can no longer be called people.

 The power of the falling sword seemed to him like a moment and eternity at the same time.

Emperor Sean's handsome face, which was as handsome as a god's, had waves. His thin lips curved into a smile, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes as he looked at the figure in white on the sky.

 “You are strong.”

 Emperor Sean said this.

As the words came out of his mouth, the beating of his heart had reached its limit, and the numerous and complicated ring patterns attached to it began to glow after a long absence.

Four phantom wings that looked like bats and white wings lit up behind him, and a huge ring-shaped halo emerged behind him.

Then,

Emperor Sean slowly raised his hand towards the fallen sword.

 He will seize this falling sword head on.

 “Feng Jiuxuan is crazy”

 In the outer city of Di'an, bamboo trees surrounded the place, a stream tinkled, and the disturbed snowflakes drifted into an open-air pavilion beside the stream.

Here, you can see the strange sight of the sword in the sky above the city.

There are four figures in the empty pavilion, two sitting and two standing, three men and one woman.

One of the two people sitting there is middle-aged, with a majestic appearance, and the nobility of a superior person is faintly revealed between his brows.

 And behind him stood a woman.

  She has pretty features, especially her big eyes.

In addition to the girl's magnificent appearance, what is even more eye-catching are the two bulges on her forehead that look like antlers.

This tells a story about her identity.

With the black hair dancing wildly, the two antlers look quite cute at first glance.

The girl's strange eyes wandered back and forth on the man in white in the sky. Her red lips kept opening and closing, as if she wanted to ask a question, but looking at the meticulous back of the man in front of her, she curled her lips and said The curiosity in my heart was swallowed back.

The middle-aged man looked at the vision in the sky, and his words were filled with sighs:

“If this sword were to strike down, I am afraid that half of you, the Emperor Yan, would be destroyed.”

Compared with the majestic appearance of the middle-aged man, the temperament of the rickety old man sitting opposite him seemed rather wretched and gloomy. He had a stooped body and a goatee, which he would twist with his hands from time to time.

Hearing the middle-aged man's evaluation, he smiled sadly:

"There is a large city defense formation. The formation map in Di'an City has been changed for thousands of years, and it can withstand Feng Jiuxuan and the saint's torment for a long time."

While the two were talking, the two people collided in the sky above Di'an.

In the brilliance of the smoke and snow, a silent wave spread out, and the wind swept through the rows of blocks in Di'an City, crossed the towering city wall, and swept toward the mountains and forests in all directions.

Seeing this scene, the rickety old man frowned slightly, raised his finger slightly, and a layer of transparent halo instantly enveloped the pavilion. After doing this, he whispered:

“If the Qi machine rolls over, you and I will be fine, but your girl may be discovered.”

 “Qing'er, hold your breath.”

 The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged and he gave a faint instruction.

"good."

The girl behind him responded softly, and then looked over there excitedly, taking this opportunity to ask the question that she had been holding back for a long time:

“Dad, who do you think will win among the two humans?”

 The middle-aged man shook his head and replied softly:

“Originally I thought that Yan Ren would win, but now it seems that we don't know who will win. That saint from the sea is really very strong.”

The girl's dark eyes rolled and she asked softly:

　　"Then compare them with you, daddy."

 “Qing'er, hold your breath!”

The middle-aged man's voice was sharp, and as soon as he finished speaking, shock ripples over Di'an were already sweeping over.

The whole bamboo forest was like a ten-level strong wind that suddenly experienced, and the sound of "crackling" and breaking of green bamboos was endless. Fortunately, the wind pressure came and went quickly, leaving behind a mess all over the ground and moving further away. Howl away

 The bamboo forest outside the city has returned to calm, but the fighting in the sky above Di'an City has become increasingly fierce.

Feng Jiuxuan and Emperor Xi En were moving faster and faster, flying back and forth over Di'an City like light. Their speed was so fast that even the eyesight of some extraordinary warriors could not keep up with their fighting movements.

Lou Ji looked at the sky without saying a word after arriving at the Prime Minister's Mansion from the Black Prison.

Since he didn't dare to walk around, Xu Yuan could only stand with the big succubus, and then pretended to look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

 But he couldn't see clearly, not at all.

He didn't know where his uncle and Emperor Sean were fighting, and who had the upper hand. He could only see the light pollution pouring out of the night sky as if it was free of charge.

It feels quite like a passerby in a novel and picture book, watching the protagonist fighting in the sky.

 But he still has some sense of participation.

after all,

The one above is his uncle, and the other one was summoned by his own design.

But the time waiting for the results is still a bit painful.

 Time passes minute by minute,

When Xu Yuanzheng was hesitating whether to go back to the inner courtyard and wait, the voice of the big succubus next to him came over with a hint of sigh:

 “Emperor Nasien is very strong, but it's a pity.”

"Did my uncle win?" Xu Yuan asked quickly after hearing this.

Lou Ji glanced back at him, and suddenly realized that this boy couldn't see the situation clearly. She smiled, raised her long index finger, and lightly tapped his eyebrow:

 “Well, Changtian, you'd better see for yourself.”

In an instant, Xu Yuan suddenly felt a soft force pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness, guiding his spiritual vision into a warm and delicate world.

Then,

Xu Yuan found that everything around him became ethereal and clear.

 Somewhat similar to the perception I got when I transformed into a White Walker, but this time it is clearer than when I transformed into a White Walker.

 It's just a pity that this field of view is fixed and cannot be moved as desired.

 Lou Ji guided him into her sea of ​​consciousness without any precautions, and shared her vision with him.

 As far as the eye can see.

Two figures were flying across the sky like stars, and every collision would emit a terrifying shock.

Feng Jiuxuan's white clothes fluttered in the wind, stained with some bright red blood.

 But compared with him,

Emperor Sean, who was wearing a purple-black robe, looked even more embarrassed. The robe became tattered due to the sword energy, and golden blood seeped out from under it, and fell into the dark night sky due to the movement of the sword.

With Xu Yuan's eyesight, he could see that his uncle had the absolute upper hand, but it would take some time to determine the winner.

As a body-melting powerhouse who has visited Half-Saint before, Xu Yuan knew very well that if powerhouses like them could no longer decide the winner in a short period of time, the time for the decisive victory would be extended infinitely.

Just after thinking for a moment, Xu Yuan suddenly realized what Lou Ji was talking about.

 The two of them were galloping in the wrong direction.

 In the constant collision, the two of them had almost reached Miyagi.

 After noticing this, Xu Yuan's eyes twitched uncontrollably. You really want to fight at the top of the Forbidden City, right?

But the Great Yan royal family would not give them this opportunity.

The reason why the Dayan royal family left these two alone was due to political and other considerations, but this tolerance was based on the condition that the majesty of the Dayan royal family was not provoked.

As the two of them got closer and closer to the palace, above the dense dark clouds, a layer of translucent light film had quietly condensed, and the thick lines on it exuded a heart-stopping power.

Di'an's city defense formation has been fully activated.

With thoughts flashing in his mind, Xu Yuan caught a glimpse of the golden blood spilled from the corner of his eye, and suddenly noticed something was wrong, and subconsciously activated his spiritual vision.

 But as soon as the thought came up, Lou Ji let out a sweet cry:

“Xu Changtian, what are you doing? This is my sister's sea of ​​​​consciousness, and there will be repulsion!”

Xu Yuan's voice was a little urgent and he said quickly:

“Sister, use your mind and soul to see the golden blood left by Emperor Xi En!”

Lou Ji frowned when he heard the words, but still obeyed and followed the instructions, her mind and soul searched for the spilled golden blood.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yuan immediately attached some spiritual vision to Lou Ji's soul.

 The next moment,

"What's this?"

 Lou Ji murmured in disbelief from her red lips.

 After being attached to Xu Yuan's spiritual vision, the ordinary golden blood that was originally under the mind quietly changed, and every drop of blood seemed to contain infinite energy.

 In the battle just now,

 This blood has been scattered in every corner of the Great Yan Emperor's capital.

At first, there were only one or two light particles, but as some kind of fluctuation came, these three or two light particles quickly burned like a prairie fire.

 Light particles are connected to each other.

 Connect lines from points, and form areas from lines.

Within a few breaths, golden rays of light were woven into a complicated spell, and quickly spread throughout Di'an City.

Golden blood spilled into the air, buzzing and roaring in the sky, and the heaven and earth suddenly dimmed.

The huge city of Di'an is like a giant beast crawling between the sky and the earth. The huge light film formed by the city defense formation reaches straight into the sky. At this moment, under the transparent film woven by the formation, a golden spell pattern appears. .

 When many powerful people discovered it,

 It has already covered less than half of Di'an City.

At the moment it was formed, the heaven and earth seemed to solidify, and the white-clothed figure in the center of the spell formation shot towards the ground and fell without any warning.

 “Boom.”

Di'an City was destroyed for the first time tonight.

 “The farce is over”

In the messy bamboo forest pavilion, the middle-aged man looked at the golden light shining through the city and exhaled softly:

"I really didn't expect that the Xi'an Dynasty from the sea would have such means. There is a high probability that the saint can use this to break through the Di'an formation."

The rickety old man sitting across from him looked a bit gloating when he heard this:

"Sage Xi'en is indeed very strong, but this is not bad news for us. There has been such a big commotion tonight, and if that person still escapes, both the prime minister's office and the royal family will lose face."

As he spoke, he gently stroked his goatee:

“And if Feng Jiuxuan is dead, I can cut off the arm of the junior named Xu.”

The middle-aged man glanced at the rickety old man who was smiling eerily, and said in a very soft voice:

“Looking at your expression, it seems that you want to cooperate with Nasien?”

“What happened tonight proved their strength.”

The rickety old man gently twirled his beard, and the look in his small eyes made people guess:

"But if we talk about cooperation, there is a high probability that it won't work. I just want to stop Xu Yinhe, not to lure the wolf into the house."

　　Hearing this, the middle-aged man glanced at him noncommittally, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

Upon seeing this, the rickety old man immediately met and smiled in a low voice:

"You Gu Yuan are different. We have been cooperating for so long. We are just using each other. In the end, who will win depends on his own methods."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rickety old man saw the middle-aged man opposite him stand up.

The slender white eyebrows were slightly raised, and the rickety old man could tell what the other party wanted to do:

"Bai Emperor, you don't want to intercept and kill the Saint of Xien, do you?"

 The middle-aged man stood on the spot, looking at the great Emperor An who was illuminated by the golden light, and said in a calm voice:

“If possible, of course, I am very interested in their magic.”

The rickety old man lowered his eyes and smiled, sighed softly, and stood up slowly:

“Then I can count myself as an old man. Some barbarians came to our great Yan Emperor to run wild. The two boys in Emperor An made a mistake. As a senior, I have to teach them a lesson.”

 Having said it halfway, it stopped abruptly.

 The entire bamboo forest was suddenly so quiet that you could hear the snow falling.

The two men's eyes were fixed on the white robe in the middle of the holy golden light.

Standing alone in the void, Emperor Xien's purple and black robes were illuminated by golden light, and his figure looked like a god.

He looked down at the white-robed Yanman below.

He watched his white clothes stained with blood, watched him slowly stand up again from the ruins, and watched him glance at the broken spiritual sword in his hand.

 At the moment when the forbidden curse was formed,

 The spiritual sword was cut into two sections directly in the middle because of the intention of protecting the master.

After a moment of silence, His voice sounded softly:

The voice pierced his ears, but Feng Jiuxuan ignored the other party's noise. He calmly looked at the broken sword Qingyuan in his hand, looked at this spiritual sword that had been with him for most of his life, and slowly closed his eyes.

When Emperor Xi En saw this scene, he did not hold anything back and raised his hand to Feng Jiuxuan calmly:

“I haven't felt excitement like this for a long, long time. Going all out is my last respect for you.”

The words fell,

The golden light particles spread all over the small half of Di'an City suddenly shrank, and countless beams of light rose into the sky. The power on them hit the Di'an Formation, and the transparent light film condensed on the city protection formation instantly dimmed a bit.

All the powerful men in Di'an City realized what this god-like Saint Xien wanted to do.

 He wants to destroy the Di'an formation while killing Feng Jiuxuan!

Amid the silence, the originally frantic flying snow returned to calm, falling from the sky.

The golden forbidden spell condensed very quickly, faster than the speed of the Emperor's formation. Almost as soon as Emperor Xi En finished speaking, its power reached its limit.

 Some people seem to realize what is going to happen.

Once such a powerful spell comes, most of the bustling streets of Di'an City will be reduced to a torch.

 What will the destruction of Di'an bring?

Some people were excited, some were silent, and some suddenly rose into the sky and galloped towards the god-like Saint Xien in the sky.

 But the actions of these people stopped at a certain moment.

The stored energy like a vast ocean condenses in the air, and the white color falls on the world with the light of white snowflakes. The power of the Forbidden Spell condensed from the blood of the Holy Emperor begins to fade.

That's too late.

If a large formation had been activated from the beginning, if they had been crushed away by sheer numbers from the beginning, there would be no way for this saint from Xi'an to survive.

 But they didn't.

 The arrogance of the dynasty paid a price at this moment, and this price was the destruction of the dynasty's imperial capital.

 In the wind and snow of the ruins, the broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The man in white standing in the center of the forbidden curse slowly opened his closed eyes.

 There is no action of taking the sword,

 There is no energy surge,

His eyes are on Him in the sky,

 His hands were empty, but he still seemed to be holding a sword.

 Under the sky,

He spreads out his radiance like a deity descended from the earth.

 Above the ground,

A seat in white clothes is worth three points of snow.

 At this moment,

Emperor Xian, who was like a god, raised his eyebrows.

There was still no breath, and even the breeze was not disturbed, but he saw a sword in the hand of the man below.

 A fatal blow before death.

 There was a touch of pity in his indifferent eyes.

 Honourable, but in vain.

The golden light that spread throughout Di'an City was completed, and the earth's veins began to tremble, as if some kind of monstrous shock was brewing. Every living creature in Di'an City felt the approach of death at this moment.

The light from the golden spell array in the city shrunk into a thin line, as if falling from the sky, and as if it reached the sky from the earth.

Some people closed their eyes at this moment and couldn't bear to look at it, some people began to plan the impact of the destruction of Di'an, and some people were already preparing to run the spell and prepare to take the life of Saint Xi'en directly after this spell.

Amid these discussions, it seemed as if the surging white light that could swallow up everything arrived as expected, just like the punishment of the gods in the world that fell on the heart of Dayan.

 The snow is still falling, and the punishment from heaven is coming.

Every sound is silent at this moment,

 Hours and minutes pass by in seconds,

The white light reaching into the sky shined with dazzling light, but the expected destruction did not come.

Some people looked towards the center of the white light with doubts.

Then,

 They saw an invisible sword cutting through the sky.

as well as,

The sword master in white with the blond hair in his hand.

Silence spread in Di'an City, and there was no sound in such a huge city.

There is no divine punishment in Di'an tonight,

 There are no gods either,

some,

 Just the sword master, Feng Jiuxuan.

　　It's a little late,

Originally there were seven thousand, but after thinking about it, I decided to stop here.

Five thousand six, which is considered to be the standard.

　　or2

 (End of this chapter)

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