This sword pierced out,
Piercing the heart of the demon,
Killing him on the ground.
"Subduing demons and subduing demons, the Heavenly Official's blessing!"
On both sides of the Divine Martial Street, the sound was like the roar of the sea, each wave higher than the last. In front of the vermilion gate of the Imperial Palace, in the middle of the square,
The two Daoists who were playing the roles of a god and a demon bowed to the surroundings,
Bowed and retreated to the sides. After watching the warm-up martial arts battle, Zhang Zian
The atmosphere of the common people was high, not only were the two sides of the street packed so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through,
Even the roofs were covered with courageous people,
Clapping their hands, shouting,
Cheering,
Dancing with joy, tens of thousands of people celebrating.
Such a grand occasion,
It was truly an empty alley of tens of thousands of people. In the history of Xian Le Country, if one wanted to talk about which Upper Yuan Sacrificial Heaven Tour could be said to be unprecedented,
Then, it must be today!
On the high platform,
Rows of brocade-clothed nobles with jade faces,
Not a single one of them didn't have a proper smile on their faces, looking down. Within the Imperial Palace, a long line of hundreds of people quietly waited here. The bell rang loudly,
The Imperial Tutor stroked his non-existent long beard, saying: "Opening the way for the warriors!"
"Here!"
"Jade Lady!"
"Here!"
"Musician!"
"Here!"
"Horse Squad!"
"Here!"
"Demon!"
"Here."
"Pleasing the gods martial artist!"
No one answered. The Imperial Tutor frowned, feeling that something was wrong, he turned his head and said: "Pleasing the gods martial artist? Where is His Highness the Crown Prince? "
Still no one answered. The "fiendish demon" who had just answered paused and took off the green mask, revealing a fair and delicate face.
This youth was about sixteen or seventeen years old, his skin and lips were very light, clean and clean, a pair of eyes like a pair of obsidian, bright and flickering. His hair was soft, a few extremely thin strands scattered on his forehead and cheeks, looking quiet and obedient, forming a clear contrast with the sinister demon mask in his hand.
He said softly: "His Highness the Crown Prince has left."
The Imperial Tutor almost fainted.
In any case, he remembered that he couldn't faint in the face of an important matter, so he held on and said: "This?! How could he leave like this?! When did His Highness leave? The guards of honor are about to go out of the palace gate. When the stage is pulled out, I can only see demons and not immortals. Everyone spits at me, and I can't even swim out! Mu Qing, why didn't you stop him?! "
Mu Qing lowered his head and said: "Before His Royal Highness the Crown Prince left, he wanted me to tell you not to worry, that all procedures can be carried out as usual, and that he will be here soon."
Imperial Preceptor was burning with anxiety as he said, "How can I not be worried? What do you mean I'll be there soon? What time will it be soon? What if I don't make it? "
Outside the palace gate, the people who had been waiting for several hours since early in the morning could no longer hold themselves back and were urging them to hurry. A Daoist hurried over and said, "Imperial Preceptor, the empress has sent someone to ask you why the honor guards have not set off yet. The auspicious hour is almost here. If we don't set off now, it will be too late. "
After listening, the Imperial Preceptor wished that the rebel army would suddenly attack the city and ruin this Upper Yuan Sacrificial Heaven Tour.
To actually make a mess at such a crucial moment!
If the one who made a mess was another person, he would have flown into a rage long ago. It wouldn't be strange for him to raise his sword and kill someone. But this person was the precious disciple he was most proud of, and also someone else's most respected precious son. He couldn't be beaten, scolded, and even more so killed. Rather than killing him, it was better to commit suicide!
At this moment, a person passed through the pitch-black palace gate and ran into the palace. He said in a clear voice: "Imperial Preceptor, why haven't you given the order to set off? The hour is almost over, and everyone is waiting anxiously outside! "
The person who came was also a youth of sixteen or seventeen years old. He stood ramrod straight and was extremely tall. His skin was wheat-colored, and he carried a black longbow and a snow-white quiver on his back. His lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were tightly knitted. Even though he was young, his gaze was determined. When the Imperial Preceptor saw this youth, he grabbed him and said: "Feng Xin! Where is your Royal Highness the Crown Prince! "
Feng Xin was startled, and then he seemed to understand something. His eyes were filled with rage as he glared at Mu Qing. Mu Qing had already put on the demon mask again without a word, and his spirit could not be seen. Feng Xin said in a low voice: "I don't have time to explain to you now! Set off immediately, His Highness the Crown Prince will not disappoint you! "
There was no other way. If the grand stage was pulled out without a spirit, then the martial artists would die. If they delayed and spoiled the hour, then they would also die. The Imperial Preceptor waved his hand in despair and said: "Play the music, set off!"
Receiving the order, the flutes and pipes sounded, and at the very front of the long line, a hundred royal warriors shouted in unison. They strode forward, leading the majestic guard of honor, and set off.
The warriors were at the front, symbolizing that they would be able to overcome the obstacles of the world. Following closely behind were all virgin girls, refined and beautiful. They carried baskets with their bare hands, and the heavenly maidens scattered flowers, scattering them into the mud and crushing them into fragrant dust. The fragrance was still the same as before. The musicians sat upright on the golden carriages made of gold. As soon as they left the palace gate, they attracted waves of exclamations, and everyone fought to snatch the flowers. However, no matter how beautiful, extravagant, and grand these were only the foreshadowing of the main event. The grand stage, the final grand stage, was about to appear.
The grand stage pulled by sixteen golden reins and white horses passed through the deep palace gate, slowly appearing in front of the tens of thousands of people. On the stage, a demon dressed in black, wearing a ferocious mask, held a nine foot long horse-slaying sword in front of him, solemnly taking up a stance.
The Imperial Preceptor's heart tightened, hoping for a miracle. However, a miracle did not appear. The crowd was in an uproar. On the tall building, the nobles frowned slightly, looking at each other and asking: "What's going on? Why isn't the spirit warrior on the stage? "
"Is His Highness the Crown Prince not here?"
"Where's Brother Lian?"
In the middle of the tall building, sat a handsome man, as well as a beautiful woman with soft skin and gentle eyebrows. These were the King and Empress of Xian Le Country. Not seeing the people who should have appeared, the Empress looked worriedly at the King beside her. The King grasped her hand, comforting her with his gaze, indicating that she should wait and see, and not worry. However, the crowd on both sides of the street did not calm down, and their cries became even louder, as if the roof was about to collapse. The Imperial Preceptor hated that he did not have the courage to commit suicide on the spot. However, on the stage, Mu Qing was very calm. Even though his opponent was not there, he was still meticulous and meticulous, minding his own business. With a "dang" sound, he heavily stabbed the long sword into the ground, standing upright in front of him.
In a burst of killing, this young man in black, with great momentum, completed the opening of the "demon".
Looking at his face, looking at his figure, Mu Qing was thin and delicate, like a refined scholar. However, such a strangely heavy nine feet long saber, in his hands, was swung with incomparable dexterity, as if it had no weight at all. Dozens of Taoists playing the role of demon slayers jumped onto the stage one by one, and were knocked down one by one, driven off the stage. In all fairness, there were many afterimages of the saber, and it was very exciting to watch. Therefore, some people cheered for him. However, more people did not come to see the "demon slaying people" scene, they all shouted: "Where is the spirit warrior?!"
"Where is His Highness the Crown Prince?"
"We want to see His Highness the Divine Martial Emperor! Demons, retreat! "
On the tall building, an angry voice shouted: "Where is my cousin? What the hell is going on?! Who wants to see these things? Fuck, where is my cousin?! "
Needless to say, the one who shouted the loudest must be Little Mirror King Qi Rong. Sure enough, many people looked up and saw a young man in a light blue brocade robe with a necklace rush to the edge of the stage, angrily waving his fist down. This young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pink face and black eyebrows. He was bright and dazzling, but his face was full of anger, as if he was about to jump over the railing and beat people up. But this building was too high, and if he jumped down, he would either die or break his leg. So, he grabbed a white jade teacup and threw it down.
The teacup quickly flew to the back of the demon's head, and just when it was about to hit the demon, blood gushed out, the demon slightly moved his body, tilted his long sword, and picked up the teacup on the tip of the sword.
The trembling teacup steadily stood on the tip of the sword, causing a wave of cheers. Mu Qing lifted the long sword again, and the teacup flew down, but was caught by a Taoist below the stage. He continued to play his demon calmly, waving his sword and slashing people. Qi Rong was furious, and wanted to smash again, but the Queen called someone to pull him down. However, the royal family's expressions became more and more serious, and some of them couldn't sit still.
It was not interesting for a Yueshen warrior to suddenly disappear before the Upper Yuan Sacrifice Ceremony!
At this time, a storm of cheers broke out in the crowd, louder than any of the previous cheers. A snow-white figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the demon in black!
The man landed, and his white clothes spread out on the stage in the shape of a giant flower, and a golden mask covered his face. He held the sword in one hand, and the other gently flicked the edge of the sword. "Ding!" It was very pleasant to hear. This movement was very calm, as if he didn't care about the demon in black in front of him at all. The demon slowly pointed the edge of the sword at him, and the martial artist in white slowly stood up.
Qi Rong's eyes lit up, and his face turned red. He jumped up and shouted, "Cousin Crown Prince! Cousin Crown Prince is here!!! "
Everyone, both upstairs and downstairs, was dumbfounded.
This entrance was really like a celestial descending, extremely daring!
That city tower was at least a hundred feet tall, and this Crown Prince, who was of high status, actually jumped down from the city tower. Just now, countless people thought that a celestial god had really descended. Now that they reacted, they couldn't help but feel their blood boil, and their scalps go numb. They clapped with all their might. Qi Rong shouted as he led the clapping, shouting himself hoarse, and clapping until his hands were red. The monarch and the Queen smiled and looked at each other, and then started clapping. The other royal family members also relaxed their brows, and sighed in relief. They also clapped and praised. Crowds surged on both sides of Shen Wu Street. Hundreds and thousands of men were so excited that they wanted to break through the martial artists blocking the street and rush up to the people and cheer.
On the platform, two figures, one black and one white, faced each other. The celestial god and the demon both shook their weapons, and finally faced each other.
Seeing that he had finally caught up, the Imperial Tutor's worried heart finally relaxed, and only then did he go up the platform. After nodding to his colleagues around him, he found a seat and sat down to watch. The monarch smiled, "Imperial Tutor, how did you think of such a shocking entrance? It's really exciting. "
The Imperial Tutor wiped his sweat, and smiled, "It's really very exciting. It's just that it's a bit scary, I didn't think of this, it should be the Crown Prince's idea. "
The Queen, however, patted her chest, and said, "This child is really reckless. He actually jumped down from such a high place without saying a word, I almost stood up just now."
The Imperial Tutor couldn't help but feel a little proud, and said, "Rest assured, Your Highness. His Highness the Crown Prince's martial arts skills are outstanding, not to mention a mere hundred feet tall, even if it's a tower a few times taller, he can still easily climb up and down with his eyes closed."
The Queen's face lit up, and she warmly said, "The Imperial Tutor has taught me well."
The Imperial Tutor laughed, "You flatter me, you flatter me. His Highness the Crown Prince is favored by the heavens, his talents are extraordinary, and he's a descendant of the heavens. To be able to teach His Highness, it's the fortune of three lifetimes. I have a feeling that with His Highness the Crown Prince holding the fort, today will definitely be the most exciting Heaven's Sacrifice in history. "
He said the word 'heaven' four times in a row, and it was extremely smooth. The monarch smiled, and turned his head to look, and said, "I hope so."
In this Heaven's Sacrifice, the Heaven's Sacrifice martial artists and the demon martial artists were the two most important characters. Both of them had to be youths skilled in martial arts. Especially the Heaven's Sacrifice martial artists, the style of their clothing was strict, and it was extraordinarily extravagant. After they were fully equipped, their entire body would weigh up to forty to fifty kilograms. Martial artists had to walk several laps around the city under such a heavy burden in front of the eyes of tens of thousands of people. They had to complete at least four hours of martial arts practice, during which no mistakes could be made. Didn't that mean that they had to have outstanding martial arts skills?
Luckily, these two youths were extremely outstanding. Their swords flashed, and they fought back and forth. It was a beautiful fight, and they had probably practiced it countless times. The monarch said, "Who's the one acting as the demon and fighting the Crown Prince?"
The Imperial Tutor coughed lightly, and said, "Your Majesty, that is a Daoist from the Extreme Emperor Temple, his name is Mu Qing."
The Queen said gently, "I think this child fights well, just a little weaker than my son, probably about the same level as Feng Xin?"
Hearing that, the Imperial Tutor's expression was indifferent. Qi Rong had been lying on the Queen's knees eating grapes, and he quickly spat out the grape skin, and said, "Pei pei pei! No way, no way! He's not just a little weak, he's far from it. Not anyone can be compared to Cousin Crown Prince! "
Hearing that, the Queen smiled and patted his head a few times, and the nobles were convulsing with laughter, and teased, "Rong 'er really pesters his cousin to death, he'll feel unhappy if he doesn't praise him for a day."
In the sea of people below, the shouts broke through the clouds, "Fight! Fight him! Kill him! "
"Kill the demon!"
The tide of shouts became more and more turbulent. Qi Rong was also among them, and he cupped his hands around his mouth, making a trumpet shape, and laughed out loud, "Cousin Crown Prince, go! You can beat him down with just one hand, give this kid a taste of your strength! "
Suddenly, the demon on the stage chopped down, and the martial artist countered with a sword, but only made a sound of "hmm?"
Logically speaking, during the Heaven Sacrifice Tour, battles were only for entertainment and performance, and at most, only seventy percent of their strength was needed. However, after he blocked this attack, the sword in his hand almost flew out. Clearly, the other party had used a hundred percent of his strength in that attack just now.
Xie Lian slightly raised his head, and clearly said, "Mu Qing?"
The teenager playing the demon didn't say anything, and once again attacked with his sword. Xie Lian didn't have time to think too much, and 'dang dang', 'dang dang', 'dang dang', he received a few more attacks, and in his heart, he thought, "This is much more interesting than the fake fight just now."
Thus, the shouts were earth-shattering, and sparks flew from weapons. The more intense the fight on the stage, the more thunderous the cheers below the stage became. Suddenly, a sword whistled, and a dazzling white light shone. Everyone cried out, "Ah!" and held their breaths. It turned out that the demon's nine foot long sword had actually been flicked away by the Yueshen martial artist's slender sword. The sword flew out of his hand, and was nailed into a stone pillar at the side of the stage. Some busybodies tried to pull out the sword, but even after using the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, they still couldn't move it in the slightest. They couldn't help but be shocked, "What kind of sword is this? How much strength does it have?!"
Meanwhile, on the stage, the Yueshen martial artist shook his sword, and lightly flicked the edge of the sword. A clear 'ding' sound rang out, and a light laugh came from behind the golden mask.
Xie Lian calmly and cheerfully said, "Not bad. However, you still lost. "
Having lost his weapon, the demon half-knelt on the ground. He didn't say a word, but his fists were tightly clenched. Xie Lian brandished his sword, and under the cheers from all directions, he was about to stab out with his sword one last time to 'kill' the demon. Who knew that at this moment, screams could be heard from above!
Xie Lian was startled, and he put away his sword. When he raised his head, he only had enough time to clearly see a blurry silhouette rapidly falling down from the city wall.
In that instant, he didn't have time to think of anything else. In a flash, his feet tapped the ground, and his body leaped up, as light as a feather.
His body flew up, and his sleeves spread out like butterfly wings. He gracefully landed on the ground, as light as a white feather. His arms firmly hugged a person, and his feet firmly landed on the ground. Xie Lian let out a sigh of relief, and only then did he look down.