Chapter 1573

However, how powerful the imperial mausoleum is. The sixth order sage is one of the strongest among all the saints present.

Who can stop him from killing someone?

What's more, the person he wants to kill is a descendant of the imperial realm, which is like crushing an ant.

At this moment, Qin Xuan felt that his body was run through by the terrible emperor's authority. The real yuan in his body was suppressed and could not flow at all. The star Vientiane map was running rapidly, and the stars were shining all over his body. However, it was useless.

In the face of absolute strength suppression, any resistance appears weak.

Qin Xuan could not help showing a look of despair in his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared in the corners of his mouth. Is he going to fall here today?

It seems that it is enough to be proud to die in the palm of a sixth order sage.

The extremely terrible palm print of the emperor fell down, and the killing intention was so powerful that it seemed to suppress everything below.

But at this time, a figure disappeared from Qin Xuan's side. The next moment, it appeared below the palm print.

The figure was Ximen Guyan. He was surrounded by the powerful authority of the holy way. When he grabbed it with his palm facing forward, a simple purple sandalwood long piano appeared in his hand, which was a Han Yan piano.

The word Hanyan is derived from Zhuge's poetry.

At this moment, Ximen Gu Yan looked up and looked at the emperor's palm print that was constantly enlarged in his pupils. There was no fear in his eyes. Some were only relaxed and relieved. He even had a faint smile on his face, as if he was going to fulfill his wish that had not been achieved for many years.

Seeing Ximen Guyan's move, the hearts of the people in the nine regions could not help trembling. What is Ximen Guyan doing?

"Father!" Ximen bingyue's delicate body suddenly trembled, and her face was as white as paper for a moment. Tears burst into her eyes. How could she not know what Ximen Guyan wanted to do.

Use your own life to exchange Qin Xuan for survival.

"Father in law!" Xuanyuan also shouted. His eyes were red and his breath was almost uncontrollable. The scene in front of him had a great impact on him.

The emperor's Saint wanted to kill Qin Xuan. His father-in-law didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself and save Qin Xuan. How selfless and fearless it is.

Qin Xuan naturally realized what Ximen Guyan wanted to do. His eyes opened wide in an instant, and a look of incomparable fear appeared on his face. He shouted wildly at Ximen Guyan: "no! You go quickly!"

However, Ximen Guyan still stood there. His eyes looked down and fell on Qin Xuan, with an incomparably peaceful face.

"My child, I'm incompetent as a teacher. I didn't teach you well. So far, you haven't learned zither, so you've been ridiculed by others. Today, I'll teach you the last song. Listen and don't forget."

Ximen's lonely voice was filled with desolation and sadness, like the emotion of a hero in the twilight and the entrustment of parting, which made people feel sad inexplicably.

Many people stared at the figure in the air, and their hearts trembled slightly. Is this the old Qin devil who was gorgeous and had the best Qin skills in the nine regions?

Such boldness is awe inspiring and admirable.

"Solitary smoke!" Jiuxian and Qingyun Daosheng all made a hoarse voice. At this time, it was too late for them to rush to save people.

In fact, all this happened in a very short moment. There was no time for people to react. The imperial mausoleum insisted on letting Qin Xuan die, so as to seize the phagocytic crystal in his body.

"This song is called Hero tears!"

Ximen's lonely smoke brushed his sleeves. He was heroic and dry. He was gorgeous, as if he was the only one in heaven and earth.

His hands fell on the strings. In a flash, his look became extremely sharp. His long hair danced like a sword. The strings vibrated for a while, and then he heard the sound of the powerful holy power floating out, spread all over the world and into everyone's ears.

"The wolf smoke rises, the nine regions are turbulent, the demon family comes out, the wind and cloud rises, the sword Qi is like frost, and the heart is like the Milky way."

"For thousands of years, when galloping, who can resist? He is crazy. When the piano sound comes, how many Tianjiao heroes have died and been injured."

“……”

Loud and forthright voices came from Ximen's lonely smoke mouth, like telling their life experience, wonderful and heroic, just like an epic hymn. Many people only felt blood surging after listening to it, and their eyes looked at Ximen's lonely smoke with a little more admiration.

After hearing the music, Ling luosun trembled violently. He and Ximen Guyan often played together and knew what music each other was good at.

He had never heard the hero's tears played before.

It seems that Ximen Guyan has already been ready. He only plays when he wants to go.

While Ling sunset was thinking, the emperor's palm print that destroyed everything had come. Under the palm print was Ling sunset's body.

The palm print continued to go down, and the piano sound floated. A terrible piano sound storm was born in that space. The piano sound rolled countless auras and condensed layers of defense light curtain, which ran across the top of Ximen's solitary smoke to stop the emperor's palm print.

From beginning to end, Ximen Guyan just lowered his head and played without looking up at the top.

When playing this song of hero's tears, he will be ready for everything and look down on life and death.

Above the void, the imperial mausoleum looked at the lonely smoke of the west gate below indifferently and said coldly, "do you want to die?"

He stepped forward with one foot, and at his feet, there were a series of emperor's palm prints that burst out across the space and killed Ximen's lonely body. Each palm print contained a great power of terror.

The imperial mausoleum didn't leave a hand at all. Since Ximen Guyan asked to die, he fulfilled each other.

At this time, Dugu sword, fire owner, thunder owner and wild goose breeze also arrived.

The four people looked at the sky at the same time, and their body was filled with powerful holy power. The body of the fire Lord seemed to turn into a melting pot of heaven and earth. A raging flame rose from his body and turned into a flame dragon, swayed up and killed upward.

The thunder Lord's body keeps rising, and there is a deafening thunder sound in his body. The sun's brilliance continues to fall. It shines with the light of thunder and releases a stronger breath.

Dugu Jian's eyes swept through the void. Those eyes were like sword eyes. They were terrible to the extreme. There were terrible sword meanings bursting out from his eyes, as if they could take people's lives with only one eye.

He slapped his palm against the void, and countless Lingtian sword Qi came out, sweeping the wind and cloud. The heaven and earth seemed to turn into a sword field, and the sword Qi was raging madly.

While the wild goose breeze, there are virtual shadows of holy geese all over the body, emitting an extremely pure and holy atmosphere. One holy goose spreads its wings and flies. The flawless immortal light runs through the world like a holy sword and stabs at the falling palm prints.

Qin Xuan looked at the four figures in front of him and was very grateful. He didn't expect that he, a descendant of the imperial realm, could let the four masters of the divine palace do it for him. What an honor.

"I want to kill, but you can't stop it!"

The emperor's Mausoleum uttered a disdainful voice. Even if five saints blocked the way, it was still easy for him to kill an emperor.

The emperor's glory shone in the air, and the body of the imperial mausoleum disappeared. Then there was a strong fluctuation in the space around Qin Xuan. The imperial mausoleum came out, and the cold eyes fell on Qin Xuan.

Seeing the imperial mausoleum in front of him, Qin Xuan knew what the other party's intention was.

This imperial mausoleum has a strong intention to kill him!

"Yellow mouth child, die!" The emperor's palm directly grasped Qin Xuan's body. In the palm of his hand, there was a bright holy way, which flowed and photographed with one palm. It was like the coming of heaven, which was irresistible.

Ximen Guyan was the closest to Qin Xuan. His body flashed and directly blocked between the imperial mausoleum and Qin Xuan. There were invisible piano sounds all over his body, which turned into layers of defense light curtain.

However, this palm was directly released by the emperor's tomb with the palm, which was more powerful than the palm just now. The palm fell on the light curtain, which broke in an instant.

But he saw that the palm continued to move forward and slapped on Ximen Guyan's chest. Then Ximen Guyan's body was directly blasted out, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid air, and his breath was extremely depressed.

"Master!" Qin Xuan looked worried and looked at the direction of the lonely smoke flying from the west gate. Then a cold breath was released from his body, which was so cold that the surrounding space had to solidify.

Qin Xuan stared at the body of the imperial mausoleum. His eyes were full of strong killing thoughts. If he didn't kill the emperor, he would be a disciple in vain!

"Ximen solitary smoke." Dugu Jian, Huo Zhu, Lei Zhu and Yan Qingfeng all looked at Ximen Guyan and sighed in their hearts.

They tried their best, but Ximen Guyan insisted on exchanging his life for his life, and they had no way.

As the imperial mausoleum said, he wanted to kill a person in the imperial territory. Unless he was restrained by the existence at the same level as him, it was useless to come to many people.

In front of the saints, the people in the imperial territory are really like mole ants. One look can destroy them.

He frowned at the emperor's gate, but he didn't expect to change his life.

This is crazy enough.

It's just a disciple. As for working so hard?

At this time, Ximen kept spitting blood from his mouth. His breath was very weak. I didn't know how many meridians were destroyed by the emperor's intention. The power of Zhenyuan couldn't work. Although he still had a glimmer of vitality, he was almost like a disabled man, and his lifelong cultivation disappeared in an instant.

After all, the imperial mausoleum is a sixth order sage. He gives his full palm. Not many people in the world can bear it.

At this moment, countless cold and frosty eyes looked at the direction of the imperial mausoleum. If the eyes could kill, the imperial mausoleum was already full of holes and I don't know how many times it had died.

Qin Xuan's body flashed and came to Ximen's lonely body.

Looking at the former heroic teacher, now his face is waxy yellow, his breath is weak, and his body is weaker than ordinary people. Qin Xuan only feels the pain of ten thousand swords through his heart. If it weren't for saving him, the teacher wouldn't be like this.

Ximen Guyan looked at Qin Xuan and forced a smile on his face and said, "boy, people of practice should be careful if they are like a rock. Don't be affected by emotions. There's only so much the teacher can do for you. The next road depends on you."