While Emperor Zhong left the Wuyan Valley, the fierce battle between Tianshoudao continued.

After the sudden fainting, Su Xing had no signs. He was stunned for a few seconds when he opened his eyes, and then immediately opened the window and looked up at the sky. The rain in the imperial capital was getting heavier and heavier. The water vapor rose made his vision hazy. The blurred lights illuminated the bustling streets. Pedestrians walked by with umbrellas and laughing. Qinlou's singing and dancing sound came into his ears. Everything seemed so calm, making him feel like he was a different world.

The end of the memory was the boiling palpitations in his chest, which made his eyes suffocated and he lost consciousness directly.

There seemed to be a gentle voice in his ears, and he couldn't hear a word clearly, but he knew that Yun Xiao was talking. When he used to swept across the room, he found that there was no one beside him, only a faint fire light next to the pillow reveals the familiar warmth.

Although Yun Xiao was not there, he seemed to understand everything at once. Without any hesitation, he jumped out of the window and ran past the Tianshoudao. Jing Pavilion moved the caravan and the military Pavilion closed the road. No one knew the upcoming invitation under the night. Soon he was in the empty square and saw the young master Zhonglan who was waiting for him quietly in the heavy rain. He calmly went to the appointment alone, raising a bright and sunny smile in the mist, danger and temptation.

He actually had a strange illusion, as if he saw the former Huang Yan in that person.

When the word "change" was written out of a Xinmo's mouth, he felt it was particularly inconsistent, but when he really saw Chonglan standing proudly in the rain, he admired it more than got bored.

This was the first time he knew that Zonghengliu Island was notorious and made everyone scared, the Xinmo tribe also had its own persistence. If this clan who received the divine power of heaven could really be reborn under Chonglan, it would undoubtedly be a good thing to be gratified. Although he handed over Gu Chen to Di Zhong, he took out the Likong Sword from the gap in respect as soon as possible. The snow-colored sword spirit flashed with a cold light in the heavy rain, which also made the other party's slightly red pupils burst out with excitement in an instant.

"Don't you need Gu Chen?" Chong Lan broke the silence. The two suddenly met in the air. Xiao Qianye looked at him seriously and replied word by word, "Gu Chen is the remains of the Dragon God. He has natural restraint on Xinmo. It is better to be defeated than to win without force."

"Oh?" Chonglan raised his head and questioned a little. Xiao Qianye smiled happily and stretched out his hand to gently cover the damaged sword. "Likong Sword is the sword spirit I have worn since I was a child. To me, it is a more important existence than Gu Chen."

Chonglan raised his eyebrows, without hypocritical polite greetings, and he was terrifying to destroy the world with one move. Xinmo's greatest pride was his strong body, and he was no exception. Even if he didn't bring any weapon, his bare hands and fisted at him actually made him feel a rare spasm in his hand holding the sword. His strength was obviously hundreds of times stronger than the previous two mixed-bloods. Every seemingly light attack could make rain sweep like a blade, but strangely, he was obviously an opponent who could not be distracted for a second, but he felt that every inch of flesh and blood in his body was ignited with unprecedented passion, and he became more and more excited as he fought.

He is an ancient bloodline. His body was born with cold and seldom burst out with heat. However, after several fights, a slight sweat oozing out of his forehead, which made him unable to help breathing hard, and his heart was filled with violent waves.

Is it the instinct of a ferocious beast?

No, he was just excited by the other party and wanted to have a refreshing battle.

This night was so long. Under the inhuman force of Mount Tai, Xiao Qianye's shoulders and back were tense, and his wrists were even more blue veins. Every blow had to be done with all his strength to stabilize his steps and not retreat. Apart from the incredible strength, Chonglan's speed was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly. Water, fog, light and shadow were overlapping, and it intertwined in front of him into a blurry and dangerous picture. Even though the tip of his sword provoked the cold light again and again, stirring up the wind and rain, the opponent's figure was still as flexible and keen as ghostly.

The night was so short again. Before he knew it, sparse sunlight appeared in the sky. The air became extremely clear through the rain and mist. Xiao Qianye finally saw clearly what Chonglan looked like. As Su Mu said, special blood spots covered his skin, like an ancient totem, making him look particularly mysterious. The opponent's body burst out with terrifying scars during the fight all night. When the blood flowed through the marks, there would be confusing flames flashing away.

This is a tribe who once devoured the immortal birds. Some instinct buried deep in the bones and blood is rapidly healing the wound. Chonglan grinned, his bright eyes exuding indescribable ecstasy.

The breath of flame... Unlike the warmth of Yun Xiao's body, Xinmo's fire is suffocating, as if they are the inheritors of the fire flowing from the sky.

Although Xiao Qianye has always intentionally controlled the battle situation in the open square, Xinmo's overwhelming power still shattered the bricks and stones under his feet into countless fine stones. Even the city wall hundreds of meters away could not withstand the strong wind, and huge cracks appeared again and again. This Tianshou Dao, which connected the east gate of the imperial capital, has been completely destroyed. It is worthy of being a genius known as Xinmo's once in a century. Even his opponents made him unable to help but secretly praise him.

From dawn to dusk, it seemed that it was only a short moment. Kunlun's sword technique was not enough to deal with Chong Lan. Even the six-style sword shadow was smashed by him in succession. To be honest, this was the first time he had encountered such a strong opponent except for the heavenly realm, but the flesh and blood body would gradually fall into fatigue over time. When it was late at night again, the rain slowly slowed down, and Chong Lan's eyes finally felt a little tired. He should know that this was a battle that could not be won, or to go all out to get close to the limit in his heart.

When Xiao Qianye took a step back, the Likong Sword re-outlined the new six-style sword shadow, he suddenly caught a faint light from the sky falling like a meteor. He immediately noticed that Yun Xiao's breath appeared nearby. The highly concentrated spirit of a day and night finally showed a flaw in an instant. Chonglan's whole body exuded a murderous aura, and there seemed to be lightning and thunder in his eyes. He adjusted his breathing calmly. The blood spots were burning, pushing all his strength to the limit of his life, and jumped out like lightning in the moment of distraction!

Xiao Qianye suddenly came back to his senses and raised his sword to block it. He heard a crisp sound of "ding" echoing in the empty Tianshoudao. The already cracked Likong sword could not withstand Xinmo's severe blow and suddenly appeared cracked texture!

He took a breath of cold air. If the Golden Line Technique had not burst out from his palm in an instant to protect the Likong Sword, the attack just now would have definitely kicked the Broken Sword Spirit directly!

He lowered his head and saw the flames ignited deep in Chong Lan's bloody pupils, flashing with a strange luster. After the palm hit, he kicked his feet more fiercely and swept across his neck. Before he touched the skin, the strong wind made him feel a biting pain. A cold blood wet half of his shoulders along the collar. Xiao Qianye's stern expression was so arrogant that he could not bear the instinct, and let go of the sword spirit and tucked Chong Lan's ankle. He immediately "clicked" and the terrifying sound of his bones being crushed. Chong Lan laughed and jumped back a few steps before he stood firm.

Xiao Qianye touched his neck expressionlessly. He was indeed distracted, but he could seize the fleeting opportunity and almost reverse the situation. Young Master Xinmo's strength really made him look at him with admiration. The injury at this position is as deep as it is enough to be fatal. The emperor bird can hurt Di Zhong, and Xinmo can also hurt him. The source of power in the heavenly realm is the fragment of the afterimage of the Emperor of Heaven, and the fire is something from the divine realm. He seemed to feel that a vague clue was connecting everything, but an insurmountable gap blocked all eyes.

But after this blow, Chong Lan stretched lazily, twisted her neck left and right, and waved her hand at him with a smile. A strange look appeared on her slightly raised lips, muttering: "Let's stop here."

"Oh?" He was surprised that he would say this. Xiao Qianye pursed his lips and smiled, "Is this over? I thought with Xinmo's personality, he would at least stop until he couldn't stand up."

"Ha, there is no need." Chonglan sat on the ground, rubbed his shoulders and showed him a smile of unsatisfactory. After the excitement ended, his expression suddenly dimmed and he looked at him thoughtfully, "The second you were distracted is my best chance. If I can't win at that time, then it's even more unlikely to have a chance when you come back to your senses. So continuing to fight is just a waste of time and physical strength. I'm not a person who is pestering and fighting. The best rule of survival is to stop when you see it is right, don't you?"

Xiao Qianye was slightly surprised. Without waiting for him to say anything, Chonglan narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, smiled in an unknown way, and said, "After all, I am the descendant of the group of Xinmo who survived 15,000 years ago. The madmen you mentioned who have never died had perished a long time ago."

Xiao Qianye didn't say anything, with a slight fluctuation in his eyes, as if he could still see the fierce battle that year recurring clearly. After a while, Chonglan untied the eighteen copper bells on his waist and handed them to him, and said lightly: "According to the agreement, I will not attack Luocheng. I will take all Xinmo away from Feiyuan and guarantee that my people will not take a step for the rest of my life. Regarding the business dealings between Fengyu and your merchants, I will also give it up. Can you ask Lord Xiao to give up his hands and let my two companions go?"

He jumped up and patted the water stains on his body, pointed to the two golden light cages not far away and pretended to beg. His expression did not look like an opponent who wanted to take his life a moment ago, but more like an innocent and lively boy next door. Xiao Qianye smiled slightly, and with his five fingers pinched, he dissipated all the golden thread technique. Chonglan gave a wink at the tribe and thanked him: "Then I will say goodbye, Lord Xiao should go back as soon as possible. The person who can distract you must be the girl with the fire of the emperor bird? I smelled the breath of blood and she was injured."
Chapter completed!