I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 424: Love in a Fallen City, Purple-robed Boss
Shortly after Grandma Wushuang left, a hand that seemed to be the opening of the sky penetrated the outer edge of the tornado and grasped the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The violent sword energy gradually subsided.

A huge figure stepped on the void, wearing a green Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, with a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

He saw the alluring love and also saw the alluring slash.

In the room, Ying Xun only felt that his soul was infinitely active. After leaving his body, in an instant it seemed to transcend the constraints of time, the constraints of space, and everything in the world. Pictures flashed before his eyes, and all the scenes were like replays.

It seemed like a long time since the beginning of the world, and yet it seemed like just a blink of an eye. The replaying images finally stopped, and Ying Xun had arrived at a brutal and cruel battlefield.

At the same time, pieces of information flooded into his mind.

Unparalleled city.

This was a mighty city that Liu Bei had been unable to capture for a long time, so Liu Bei sent his invincible second brother Guan Yu to lead the army to fight in person. However, even Guan Yu could not lead his army to capture the city.

With nothing else to do, Guan Erye finally decided to attack the city with the tactic of Love in a Fallen City.

The scene that is about to appear is Guan Erye using Love of the Fallen City to attack the city, and it is also his last time to use it.

After this battle, Love in a Fallen City became a thing of the past and never appeared again.

The Guan Erye in front of him was very similar to the statue in the Guandi Temple. He was majestic and awe-inspiring. The only difference was that his whole body was burning with flames, as if his entire body was on fire.

In appearance, he was somewhat similar to Grandma Wushuang who used the Seven Lives of Love, except that Grandma Wushuang was surrounded by a red aura, while Master Guan's aura was as solid as flames and even more ferocious and violent.

The storm-like sword energy seemed to sweep across the sky and the earth, burning the heaven and earth to ashes, annihilating all the water vapor within hundreds of feet around, and causing the air to become distorted.

Under the raging flames, Guan Erye's face was illuminated as blood. As he slowly raised his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, his aura reached its peak, as if he was going to tear the heaven and earth apart.

Ying Xun saw the invincible sword intent in Guan Erye's eyes that were like the abyss of the universe. Once this sword was used, it would surely be earth-shattering and destroy the world.

However, Guan Erye, whose aura was as deep as the abyss and as powerful as a prison, and whose godliness was as devilish as a demon, never drew his sword. He was like an eternal and motionless statue of a god, standing quietly between heaven and earth.

I don’t know how much time passed, but there was a loud bang.

A deafening roar suddenly sounded, like a landslide and tsunami, the destruction of heaven and earth. Even Ying Xunyin, who had a sudden realization and entered this strange scene several times, had to admit that this was the loudest, most shocking and terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.

It was as if the sky was falling, the earth was sinking, and the whole world seemed to be in doomsday and about to end...

That is a sword that even the most powerful gods in Shaoge's world could never use.

With that one blow of the sword, the impregnable city that could withstand a million troops just disappeared, as if an invisible giant hand had completely wiped out the entire city.

Love in a Fallen City.

One sword can conquer the city!

This knife was so fast. Perhaps the prelude was long, but when the attack was actually launched, no one could notice it. Not even Ying Xun’s soul could detect it.

In the room, Ying Xun, who had a sudden realization with his eyes closed, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still did not open his eyes.

After striking out with the sword, Master Guan was not as excited as his subordinates. Instead, he knelt down on the ground dejectedly, supporting himself with the Azure Dragon Crescent Blade in his hand, and two lines of hot tears flowed from his eyes...

This sword was so powerful that it was beyond Guan Erye’s own expectations.

According to his idea, this blow would at most destroy the city wall that stretched for dozens of miles, but he did not expect that it would directly wipe out the entire city, and hundreds of thousands of lives were killed by this blow.

Guan Erye originally wanted to use this unique trick to quell the rebellion, but he didn't expect that so many innocent people would die.

Therefore, he was determined not to use the Love in a Fallen City trick again in his life, even if he was surrounded and his life was in danger, he would never use it again in his life.

It is also for this reason that he asked his descendants to guard Wushuang City.

The scene in front of him suddenly shattered, and Ying Xun in the room slowly opened his eyes, and the peerless sword intent of Love in a Fallen City seemed to flash in his eyes.

Ying Xun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself.

"No wonder Lord Guan can be called the Martial Saint."

If someone could destroy a city with one sword, he would indeed be worthy of being called a Martial Saint.

What was truly terrifying about this city-destroying sword was not only its terrifying power that could completely wipe out a mighty city from the map, but also its speed that seemed to transcend time and space and surpass the thinking of all living beings.

Otherwise, even if this sword could destroy the world, it might be possible for a master with outstanding lightness skills to dodge it, not to mention that Ying Xun was just a thought and could leave with just a thought.

But this knife hurt him, as if it had hurt him across time and space.

"This alluring love is indeed terrifying."

After repeated contemplation, Ying Xun had gained some understanding of this stunning sword move.

With time, you can naturally become like Guan Erye and destroy the city with one sword.

However, the complete version of Love in a Fallen City is really terrifying. Once it is used, who knows how many innocent lives will be taken. Although he is not a kind-hearted person, he should try to avoid killing innocent people.

Perhaps we can find a way to break down this move to make it more suitable for the current battle.

Of course, if you go to Japan and take a few chances, you don't have to worry about this.

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice like a silk thread penetrated into his ears.

"Mr. Ying, my master is very interested in you. I hope you can go to Jiangnan as soon as possible. My master will be waiting for you in Qiantang."

There was no emotion in the voice, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but one could feel that the man's breath was quite weak, and he was obviously seriously injured.

As for the master this person was talking about, she had already said that she was waiting for him in Qiantang. It went without saying that it was the Demon Lord Bai Suzhen.

"If I have time, I will definitely pay a visit to the Demon Lord."

After waiting for a while, no sound came, and Ying Xun stood up and walked out of the room.

At this time, three days had passed since Ying Xun went into seclusion.

Under the setting sun, Youruo was playing with two little girls in the yard, picking up stones. Noticing Ying Xun coming out, Youruo immediately said, "You have been in seclusion for three... stinky Taoist priest, are you okay?"

There was a hint of concern in her tone, because she noticed at a glance the dried black bloodstains on Ying Xun's Taoist robe. Although she didn't know what had happened to Ying Xun in the room, it was definitely not a good thing since he vomited blood.

Ying Xun shook his head: "It's okay, where's Grandma Wushuang?"

"In the kitchen, making dinner."

"Well, you guys play, I'm going to go talk to Grandma Wushuang."

Before she finished her words, Grandma Wushuang came over from the kitchen.

"My Lord, you are out of seclusion."

"I do not……"

"You are."

"Forget it, call me whatever you want." Ying Xun sighed helplessly and said, "Grandma Wushuang, I'm leaving tomorrow. I've said before that I won't learn your Ming family's Love in a Fallen City for nothing. Now I have two plans, listen to them first..."

Before she finished her words, Grandma Wushuang interrupted her respectfully, "Since you are the destined master of my Ming family, you can learn this Love in a Fallen City at will, and I have also thought carefully about what you said to me before.

When I get rid of Dugu Yifang, I will follow you. But as for Mingxin and Minghui, I hope you can let them make their own choices. They should decide their future themselves instead of me making decisions for them. "

"No, I didn't agree..."

"My lord, let's eat first and talk after the meal." Grandma Wushuang interrupted him again, and then shouted to Youruo and the twin sisters: "Miss Youruo, Mingxin, Minghui, it's time to eat." This made Ying Xungan silent, and he stood there in a daze.

Two little girls ran over excitedly, and each held his hand: "Big brother, it's time to eat."

"Okay, let's eat."

Ying Xun smiled gently at the two sisters and let them drag him to the cafeteria.

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The next morning, a group of five people left Guandi Temple and headed towards Wushuang City.

Under Dugu Yifang's governance, the people of Wushuang City did not have an easy life, but overall they were not poor, but rather quite wealthy.

Thanks to the excellent geographical location and the reputation of Wushuang City, there are many caravans and wealthy people coming and going. There are all kinds of people coming in and out early in the morning, and the division between the upper and lower levels is quite serious.

The people guarding the city gate were disciples who had been to the Tianxia Association with Dugu Yifang, so Ying Xun chatted with them for a while before taking Youruo and Grandma Wushuang into the city.

"Boss, give me five bowls of wontons, two without green onions, and one without cilantro."

The wonton shop owner is an old man, and he is very old.

Although he still looked tall and strong, his hair and beard were already gray, his face was full of bitter wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life. Just looking at his face, he should be at least eighty years old.

In addition, he had a broken arm, and his empty sleeves fluttered in the wind. At such an old age and with a disability, instead of enjoying his retirement, he was still guarding the roadside wonton stall. Coupled with the lack of business, he looked particularly sad.

"Wait a minute, guest!"

Although the old man was old and had a broken arm, he was very skillful and the wontons soon floated up and down in the boiling water, causing Ying Xun and Grandma Wushuang to take a closer look.

Youruo did not notice the actions of the two people, but a strange emotion suddenly arose in her heart.

"Smelly Taoist, how do you know I don't eat coriander?"

Ying Xun turned around and rolled his eyes: "Of course I saw it, otherwise how would I know that Mingxin and Minghui don't like eating onions."

"That's quite a careful observation."

"Yeah, very attentive. Grandma didn't even know that we don't like eating onions. Brother Ying, you are really awesome!" Mingxin echoed, not sparing his praise at all.

But Grandma Wushuang's words made her smile freeze on her face.

“No picky eating!”

"Oh, I see, Grandma."

"I just don't like eating onions. I'm not picky. Grandma, you don't have to be so serious."

As he was talking, the old man brought the wontons.

Ying Xun casually said, "Boss, you are so old now, you should enjoy your retirement, why are you still setting up a stall?"

Perhaps because he hadn't had anyone to confide in for a long time, the old man was piqued and after serving the wontons to several people one by one, he began to talk incessantly.

The old man said that he was also a well-known figure when he was young.

I once traveled the world with six brothers, and had a lot of fun.

However, during one of his acts of chivalry, he offended a powerful man, and all six of his brothers died. Only he barely escaped.

The seven brothers fought against demons and defended justice, but ended up like this, which made him disheartened.

After returning home, he taught his son carefully, and his son became successful and made a career.

At this point, the old man smiled, obviously proud of his son.

Unfortunately, as he got older, he became less and less useful to his son. His son even became wary of him for the sake of his own career, which made him very sad.

The old man was also a proud and arrogant person, so he simply left his son and opened a wonton stall here to make a living. However, because he was worried about his son's career, he still lived frugally every month and asked someone to send all his savings to his son.

As parents, every move they make is for their children, which is truly touching.

At the very least, Youruo and the two little ones were deeply moved.

Ying Xun ate the steaming wontons while smiling and comforting the old man: "Father-in-law, your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Don't be a slave to them."

At this time, Ying Xun had probably guessed the old man's identity.

Because what the old man said about the seven brothers making their way around the world and his son making a career, as well as the loving look the old man occasionally gave Youruo during the casual chat, all revealed his identity.

"That being said, who among parents and elders can be so indifferent to their children and grandchildren?" The old man sighed and said, "Look at the young man and this girl, they are probably not locals. Wushuang City is not peaceful nowadays. You'd better leave as soon as possible."

"Well, the old man is thoughtful."

Ying Xun smiled to show his gratitude, while Youruo beside him said with a smile: "This wonton is delicious, please cook me another bowl."

"alright, please wait."

After Youruo finished another bowl of rice, Ying Xun threw down a silver ingot and was about to leave with a few people, but he didn't expect the old man to stop him.

"Sir, that's too much. Too much."

As he said that, he took out copper coins and some loose change from his pocket and handed them to Ying Xun. Seeing his stubborn look, he was afraid that if he didn't accept the money, the old man would not be able to sleep well at night.

When the old man returned the silver change and copper coins to Ying Xun, he naturally couldn't avoid touching them. Just when that dry palm touched Ying Xun, the five fingers suddenly grabbed Ying Xun's wrist, like an iron hoop, making it impossible for him to break free.

If someone with a keen vision saw this skill, he would definitely be shocked, because this seemingly simple grab is actually an extremely advanced and notorious martial art.

Unfortunately, among the people present, Grandma Wushuang was a person with a broad vision.

"This is Huiyuan Blood Hand, who are you?"

In comparison, Youruo was much more direct and shouted directly: "Let him go!"

At the same time, she took off the hairpin on her head and stabbed the old man.

Unfortunately, the hairpin was blocked by an invisible force when it was three inches away from the old man’s neck.

The old man looked calm and at ease, with a tone that was seven parts smile and three parts kindness.

"Girl, don't get excited. I'm just testing his kung fu."

At this time, Ying Xun also gave Youruo a reassuring look.

"Don't worry, he won't hurt me. After all, he is your grandfather. Am I right, Boss Ziyi?"

"grandfather?"

Youruoren was dumbfounded.

Grandma Wushuang was also stunned: "Boss Ziyi? Aren't you dead?"

As for the two little guys, they first looked at the old lady, and then asked in unison: "Grandma, who is the purple-clothed boss?"

(End of this chapter)