Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

The night of Di'an City is prosperous. The bustling lights of Longping River, Jiuqu Lane, and Meigui Fang, which never sleep, can reach the sky every night. However, in the final analysis, this prosperity only provides a very small number of people in Di'an City. , most of the people have nothing to do with these prosperity. They still live like farmers in the countryside, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

When the white light illuminates the sky and the window lattice becomes translucent due to the brilliance, the people who are sleeping in a daze just think that the sun has come out for a new day. They endure the fatigue and get out of bed to get dressed and prepare to start a new day of work.

But when they pushed open the door and saw the scenery above the dark night sky, screams of shock or anger echoed in every corner of Di'an City.

It was still dark outside, but under the night was a scene they had never seen before in their lives.

There will also be thunder on snowy nights.

Snowflakes can also be burned.

Rumbling thunder came from the clouds. Under the clouds, the wind was like a waterfall, and the flying snow was like the sea. A spell formed a sea of ​​fire in the sky, reflecting the entire Di'an City like daylight.

As soon as the light began to shine in the sky, it attracted the attention of almost everyone in Di'an City.

Most of them are ordinary people who have just woken up from their dreams, but there are also many cultivators.

However, when these cultivators looked at the vision under the sky, they were no better than the common people. They could only vaguely sense the energy energy in Di'an City surging crazily through the surrounding source energy, and it seemed that there was great power in it. Fighting method.

After a brief silence, noise and chaos gradually began to spread in Di'an City.

But before the chaos even started, it was stopped by those red streams of light trailing across the sky.

"There is a curfew tonight. Anyone who leaves the house without permission will be killed!"

"After a quarter of an hour, anyone who lingers in the market will be killed!"

"Those who dare to attempt to cause trouble and become thieves will be killed!"

Through the communication crystal, the School of the Alien Beast Division under the City Defense Department has begun to take action. Red flying ducks fly quickly across the sky, and thick sounds resound in the low altitude of Di'an.

As the birds passed by, the gatehouses of the military camps in Di'an were already opened. With the sound of heavy hooves, the cavalry soldiers on duty filed out and started cleaning the streets for the second time along the streets.

The bugle was blown, and the military academy on duty entered their posts. The sleeping soldiers were awakened and began to assemble urgently. The violent organs belonging to Di'an City had already begun to operate in an orderly manner when the crisis came.

This is Di'an City.

This is the safest imperial capital in Yangyang Dayan!

With a panoramic view of everything below, Emperor Xien hid his eyes under his robe and narrowed his eyes unconsciously.

He had read the letters sent from the crown prince back to the mainland of the empire from that small island country, and also knew that there was such a huge dynasty named Dayan sitting on the side of that island country.

However, in those letters, there was not much information about the Dayan Dynasty, and most of it came from the oral accounts of the captured island sergeants.

Summarizing the prisoners' descriptions of Dayan, we can only get four words.

Like a god.

Even after hundreds of years of harassment, the people of these island countries still don't know the national strength of the Great Yan Dynasty.

No matter how successful their plan to board the sea is, as long as they want to establish a long-term gathering place in the coastal corner of the Great Yan Dynasty, an invincible army will appear and push them into the sea easily.

He once thought it was an exaggeration, an exaggeration made by the islanders to numb them, but when he saw it tonight, it seemed that it was not a lie.

Not only because of these low-level sergeants and the huge spell lines in the sky that are so huge that they can't be seen at a glance, but also because of the terrifying auras lurking in the dark.

Since he appeared, four terrifying auras in the Imperial Capital of Yan Dynasty have cast voyeuristic glances at him.

Moreover, this is only apparent.

Those who are hiding in the dark and have never shown their aura may still be able to count them with a palm.

With his eyes lowered, Emperor Sean's thoughts flashed across his mind for a moment, and it was only at this moment of distraction that a green-gang sword approached him.

The sword's edge was as white as snow, crossing the sea of ​​​​fire, as if blending with the surrounding snow.

Emperor Sean frowned slightly and subconsciously leaned back.

But Qing Yuan just made a simple move and already made it inevitable for him to avoid it.

A delicate sword wire brought by the sword's edge broke through the light around Emperor Sean, crossed his side face, and lifted his robe and hat off. His blond hair fell instantly in the wind, revealing the beauty underneath. An angular face like a god.

Feng Jiuxuan did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory, but looked at the emperor from a foreign land with his sword in hand, with a cold expression in his narrow eyes:

"the second time."

This was the second time the foreign emperor had been distracted during a battle with him, and the second time he had spared him a hand.

Emperor Xi'en glanced at the white-clothed Yanren who sheathed his sword, and silently raised his hand to wipe the golden blood seeping out of his cheek. With a wave of his hand, the golden blood fell into the dark city of Di'an along with the wind and snow.

He met his gaze and said in a very calm voice:

"Opportunity is given to you, but you don't want it.

"Also, I didn't let you."

"Master, that man is injured."

Ran Qingmo's beautiful black eyes were unblinking, and his voice was clear: "But it seems that he was distracted."

Ran Jianli held the hilt of the giant sword and shook his head:

"It's not that he's distracted, he's alert. That person is guarding Di'an's city defense formation, and he is also guarding the other saints in the city."

This saint from Xi'en was guarding the surroundings while fighting Feng Jiuxuan. He was scratched by the sword energy for the first time after ten moves.

This person is very strong.

While he was thinking, Ran Jianli suddenly loosened his grip on the hilt of the giant sword, and a smile appeared on his lips.

No, this seems to be a trap.

This Saint of Xi'en is taking advantage of Feng Jiuxuan's pride to bury him. It seems that this Saint of Xi'en has nothing to be proud of as a strong man.

Thinking in his mind, Ran Jianli gently shook his head again.

However, in such a situation, you must use all possible means to win a chance of survival.

Just as Ran Jianli's thoughts flashed through his mind, he saw the sea of ​​fire above the sky extinguished instantly, replaced by countless surging silks, like a breeze, constantly dancing in the wind and snow like a swimming dragon.

The sudden change caused a hint of confusion in Ran Qingmo's eyes:

"Master, what are those silks?"

Ran Jianli did not answer immediately.

With Ran Qingmo's cultivation level, he could only see the silk-like ribbons surrounding Emperor Xi'en and Feng Jiuxuan, but as a saint, he could see them clearly.

Those ribbons were made of energy similar to the Holy Source. They seemed smooth, but inside they were densely engraved with various incantations. These incantations flying all over the sky had trapped Feng Jiuxuan tightly in the middle.

These tattoo spells are somewhat similar to their great flame formations, but the principles are fundamentally different.

The Great Flame Formation needs to be engraved on the entity, and what Saint Xien condensed is completely an energy body.

Thinking in his mind, Ran Jianli's hand holding the giant sword moved slightly, as if he was changing positions in his mind to respond to the enemy.

If he were in Feng Jiuxuan's place, how would he break the situation?

Try to cut off these thin ribbons with a giant sword?

Or expand the Dao domain directly?

Just as he was thinking about it, Ran Jianli suddenly sensed something was wrong. Looking at the ribbons, his eyes suddenly moved up, and finally landed on the clouds where the snow was falling.

Then,

His originally calm and leisurely eyes suddenly became extremely serious.

On top of the clouds, a tattoo curse was also engraved.

The snow petals floating down from it already had a bit of divine brilliance.

"Ouch"

It seemed like surprise, it seemed like it was admiration.

There was a hint of excitement on Ran Jianli's hale and wrinkled face.

There were actually only two things he wanted to do when he showed up at the Prime Minister's Mansion tonight.

First, protect your precious apprentice.

Second, investigate with your own eyes the changes in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

but now,

There was suddenly one more thing he wanted to do.

He wanted to go up and kill the Saint Xien with his own hands.

He, Ran Jianli, was not a martial arts fanatic, but he still enjoyed the pleasure of fighting with equally powerful people.

But it's a pity that he hasn't been able to feel this joy for a long time.

As he gets older, his cultivation grows, and his status continues to improve, his every move gradually begins to represent many things.

I remember that the last time he fought was when he was in the realm of transformation.

After breaking through to the realm of saint, Ran Jianli had not made a move with anyone for more than thirty years.

The joyful grudges and the thrilling journey between life and death in his youth have been almost forgotten by the years. But now that he has such an opportunity in front of him, how can he not be excited?

Ran Jianli's breathing was slightly tight, his strong body trembled slightly, and he subconsciously clenched the giant sword in front of him.

"Buzz——"

The giant sword in his hand seemed to sense the owner's mood, and let out a thick sword roar!

The heavy sword roar spread and swept out, causing sand and rocks to fly throughout the Prime Minister's Mansion!

After sensing this energy, Ran Jianli immediately came back to his senses and tried to calm down the boiling emotions in his chest.

As the leader of the sect alliance, as the leader of the Sword Sect, he needs reason.

Although the move now is fair and square, with Dayan's righteousness in hand, for the Zongmeng and Jianzong, it is best to watch the fire from the other side.

after all,

This matter was always done by the Prime Minister's Office.

And when Ran Jianli was hesitating and wondering whether to rush to the sky to kill Saint Naxien, Ran Qingmo suddenly raised his hand and poked his waist with his slender index finger, and called out in a low voice:

"master."

Ran Jianli suddenly came back to his senses, suppressed the excitement in his heart, coughed lightly, and said in a soft tone:

"Qingmo, what's wrong?"

"Xu Yuan's father is here."

"ah?"

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Ran Qingmo blinked and looked behind Ran Jianli.

Ran Jianli raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back slowly, then his eyes turned slightly cold.

I saw a middle-aged man in a black dragon robe walking slowly down the stairs of the small building, his steps steady and calm.

Ran Jianli looked at Xu Yinhe and his tone became cold for a moment:

"Xiangguo is really good at it. My sword is not able to sense your arrival."

Xu Yinhe looked as usual, walked to the master and apprentice, stood in front of them, and said softly:

"It was you who was distracted just now."

"snort."

Ran Jianli snorted coldly, took a deep look at him, and then turned his gaze to the sky again, with a somewhat unkind tone:

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

Xu Yinhe glanced at him, with a smile in his deep eyes: "If I remember correctly, this should be my mansion?"

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Ran Jianli was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to hold Ran Qingmo's wrist and walked out:

"Qing Mo, let's go and follow our master back to the Imperial Master's residence."

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Ran Qingmo's eyes widened and he subconsciously pulled on the window edge.

She doesn't want to leave yet.

But the next moment,

"Crack."

The entire wooden window sill was torn off. Ran Qingmo grabbed the removed window sill with one hand. His whole body was forcibly pulled by Ran Jianli, a strong old man, and walked out. The lotus boots under his feet left a ravine on the wooden floor. , his dark eyes blinked, and he looked at Father Xu Yuan aside as if asking for help.

Watching this scene from the side, Xu Yinhe was silent for a moment and said dumbly:

"National Master, I just sensed the sound of Zhongwu's sword, so I came here to take a look."

Stopping in his steps, Ran Jianli glanced at this precious apprentice who was staying in someone else's house and refused to leave with complicated eyes, and said to Xu Yinhe:

"If you have anything to do, just tell me."

Xu Yinhe raised his eyes and glanced at the whirlpool of light on the sky:

"Brother, he doesn't like to be disturbed, so I hope you, the Imperial Master, will exercise some restraint."

"Ah."

Ran Jianli chuckled and let go of his apprentice.

Ran Qingmo stood up straight, looked down at the wooden window sill that he had torn off in his hand, and then cautiously glanced at Xu Yuan's father opposite, hesitating slightly, and put it into the Sumeru Ring.

She planned to wait until the master and Xu Yuan's father left to see if she could reinstall it.

Ran Jianli noticed his precious apprentice's thoughts, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably, but he still focused his attention on the Great Flame Prime Minister in front of him, sat on the ground, raised his price and said:

"It's fine if you want me not to take action. First, tell me the identity of Saint Xien?"

"He is the emperor of Sean."

"What?"

"I'm also confused about this, but that's what the intelligence says."

"Is it.."

Ran Jianli murmured, many thoughts flashed through his mind, then he smiled broadly, crossed his arms, and whispered:

"Since you are so generous, I won't say anything tonight. But for such a big matter, Xu Xiangguo, why don't you go up and help Feng Jiuxuan?"

Speaking of this, there was a hint of deep meaning in Ran Jianli's eyes:

"Emperor Xi'en is very strong. If Feng Jiuxuan were to die tonight, your Prime Minister's Office might be in a very difficult situation."

Xu Yinhe heard the meaning of the other party's words, but his expression did not change at all.

Fold it tonight, not in the hands of Emperor Xien.

There was too much movement tonight and too many people peeping.

It seems that only Emperor Xi En and Feng Jiuxuan are in the sky, but secretly there are several saints who are as eager to try as Ran Jianli.

Some of these people were targeting Emperor Xion, but some were not.

Xu Yinhe breathed out gently and uttered four words:

"Almost over."

Ran Jianli chuckled:

"Are you so confident in Feng Jiuxuan?"

Xu Yinhe stared at Ran Jianli for a few breaths, and then slowly said:

"Twenty years ago, Feng Jiuxuan defeated me for the first time."

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Ran Jianli raised his eyebrows when he heard this and stepped back to the window in an instant.

He didn't think Xu Yinhe would joke with him on this matter.

Above the sky, streams of light were everywhere, and two figures were speeding through the dark clouds and snowy night. Sword lights and spells were heard in unison, and roars that seemed to be able to shatter the void continued to be heard.

If it weren't for the imperial capital's city defense formation that opened a layer of protective shield in the low sky, I am afraid that large areas of the city would have been reduced to ruins due to the shock in the sky.

Ran Jianli stared for two breaths, with a trace of doubt in his eyes:

"It's almost over? Why do I feel like they've just begun?"

Xu Yinhe sighed softly, with a faint tone:

"National Division,

"Just now Feng Jiuxuan only used his strength from twenty years ago.

"Now the temptation is over."

The words fell,

The world suddenly changed, and a huge hollow vortex began to emerge above the snow clouds. The energy of the world began to boil, and the wind suddenly rose, sucking up the silk and holy light snowflakes that filled the sky.

And in the center of this huge whirlpool,

A man in white clothes slowly lifted Qingyuan.

Try five thousand tomorrow?

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