From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Shen Qing didn't care about the injury on her face. The moment the blood-red flying sword appeared, she had already locked onto Yang Zongxian's position. The shadow of a knife flashed in her pupils, and her figure flashed across the sky like lightning, bringing with it a thunderous sound that shook the world, covering the clouds and rain above the sky.

Yang Zongxian stood in the sky, with six protective magic tools floating at his sides and surrounded by spiritual light several feet thick. As the Son of Heaven, his trump cards far exceeded the imagination of those old ghosts in the Gangsha realm overseas, and he was extremely rich.

When Wen Tianfeng and others took action, even if Sikong Yuan had not intervened, his life would not have been in danger.

boom!

The thunder knife opened the sky, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten sword lights poured out, cutting through the sky and drawing out the power of thunder in the dark clouds. The aura became more and more terrifying.

Yang Zongxian flew up and retreated violently. His spiritual light was shattered layer by layer by the extremely domineering sword energy. In the chase and escape, they had run hundreds of miles in a blink of an eye.

The blood-colored flying sword from before was still elusive, harassing Shen Qing all around, making him extremely annoyed.

"Your energy will eventually run out. Without help, your actions today will only lead to your own destruction."

Under the protection of the magic weapon, Yang Zongxian still had the energy to speak, trying to disturb Shen Qing's mind:

"You are too impatient. In a few years, I will not be your opponent. But for Shen Lie's sake, after this battle, I can forgive your crime of regicide and treason. I will give you a concubine room in the Music Bureau. But now your appearance has been damaged, so you will not receive many patrons..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, the last spiritual barrier in front of Yang Zongxian was torn apart by Shen Qing. The lightning and fire overflowing from the sword light ignited Yang Zongxian's body. The dragon robe turned to ashes in an instant, revealing his strong upper body. Under the bloody skin, spiritual patterns were faintly visible.

Shen Qing did not give him a chance to breathe. He took a step forward and forced himself within three feet of Yang Zongxian. He slashed with his sword towards his throat.

"I just said that you are too impatient."

Yang Zongxian suddenly stopped retreating and sneered.

woo-

There was a loud explosion in the air that pierced through gold and split rocks. The blood-red flying sword that had been harassing the surroundings suddenly appeared behind Shen Qing, split into four, and slashed out four blood-red sword lights, locking onto Shen Qing's limbs.

Yang Zongxian's attack was a brutal killing move. He didn't even target Shen Qing's vital points, intending to spare her life.

To Yang Zongxian's surprise, there was no trace of surprise on Shen Qing's blood-stained face. He did not even choose to defend himself. The hand holding the knife remained steady and attacked directly at his throat.

hum-

A layer of orange-yellow light shield more than three feet thick appeared behind Shen Qing, flowing with light golden Sanskrit, and the sound of bells kept echoing.

In order to reduce the variables in this battle, Shen Qing took the bell back from Zhao Yu to prevent any accidents.

boom!

Under the four sword lights, the light shield was instantly covered with cracks, and it only lasted for a breath before collapsing.

The bell broke into several pieces, but it bought Shen Qing a little time. The sword in his hand continued to chop down without stopping.

Yang Zongxian recognized the bell and his eyes instantly turned red with anger. He turned his palm over and once again offered up a magical weapon, but it was already too late.

puff!

The long knife brushed past the side of Yang Zongxian's neck and fell, tearing open Yang Zongxian's chest. Blood spilled into the sky, and a beating heart was faintly visible among the broken organs.

call--

The blood-red sword light behind Shen Qing had already arrived. She also had no time to react. While dodging, the sword light still cut off her left arm, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Yang Zongxian fell from the sky and crashed into a wasteland with dust filling the sky.

This area is nearly a thousand miles away from the imperial capital. The clouds are gone and the sky is clear.

In the deep pit, Yang Zongxian struggled to take out a porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills and stuffed them into his mouth. The knife scars on his chest and abdomen were filled with blood, and after a while of squirming, they began to grow gradually.

This is a pill refined with the essence of Gangsha realm cultivators, and it has incredible magical effects on repairing injuries.

Four blood-red flying swords fell from the sky and surrounded Yang Zongxian. One of them was still stained with blood. He looked up at the sky with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

He just saw with his own eyes that the flying sword cut off Shen Qing's left arm. This would undoubtedly have a huge impact on his combat power, and he was not without a chance of survival.

Shen Qing stood in the sky, looking down at Yang Zongxian, and pressed the half-broken arm in his hand back to the wound, sealing it tightly.

Under Yang Zongxian's horrified gaze, the crack on Shen Qing's left arm gradually disappeared. The scar on his cheek that was deep enough to see the bone began to wriggle and healed in an instant. Even the bloodstains disappeared. His body was emitting even more abundant Qi fluctuations than at the beginning, without any decay.

Such a strange scene made Yang Zongxian's bones shudder and his hair stand on end. For a moment, he was unable to tell whether Shen Qing in front of him was a human or a ghost.

Shen Qing did not pursue, but waved at Yang Zongxian in the pit and said calmly: "Come again."

After a fight, she had basically figured out Yang Zongxian's limits. This was undoubtedly an opponent who could bring her life and death pressure, but he did not have the power to kill her instantly.

For Shen Qing, this was an excellent whetstone, and she realized her shortcomings.

She has had too little experience in fighting with monks, which is why she has suffered repeated losses in the past. If she continues to fight by exchanging lives for each other, she will eventually fail.

Today, this is a rare opportunity.

Yang Zongxian also noticed Shen Qing's intention. The relaxed look on his face disappeared and became extremely ugly.

Shen Qing already regarded him as a piece of cloth in his hand, a whetstone that could be manipulated at will.

He lowered his head helplessly, and the four flying swords hanging at his sides slowly fell down.

Even a broken arm, as serious as an injury, could heal in an instant. The secrets of Shen Qing were beyond his understanding. If he continued to fight, he would only bring humiliation upon himself.

With such a scoundrel appearing in the world, perhaps, as the Imperial Master said, the fate of the Great Xia Dynasty has come to an end...

After all, he is the emperor of the Xia Dynasty. Before he dies, he might as well leave some dignity for himself...

Sensing Yang Zongxian's declining fighting spirit and the growing tiredness, Shen Qing frowned and thought for a moment. Her brows gradually relaxed and the corners of her mouth slightly raised:

"Yang Zongxian, I have something to ask you."

Hearing this, Yang Zongxian raised his head subconsciously.

Shen Qing looked down at him, and a trace of obvious mockery appeared on his face:

"Can you still be humane?"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Zongxian's face instantly turned red, and his eyes almost popped out:

"Bitch! You've insulted me too much!"

Ridiculing him to his face for being cowardly, such words coming out of a woman's mouth were incredibly destructive. With Yang Zongxian's intelligence, he was also filled with anger and was aroused to kill.

boom!

The blood-colored sword energy surged wildly, rising into the sky and killing towards Shen Qing.

All of Yang Zongxian's blood and essence were boiling, like boiling oil dripping into water, exploding instantly, the spiritual patterns on his body flickered, and he almost began to burn.

His pupils were bloodshot and his aura was so powerful that he didn't even leave himself the slightest energy to retreat.

The smile on Shen Qing's face gradually widened. As the internal energy surged, a strange image appeared behind her, vaguely revealing a starry sky. The Tao seed in her Dantian was spinning wildly, pushing her state to the extreme.

boom!

The radiance of the stars shone, constantly colliding with the blood-colored sword energy. The majestic air waves overflowed, crushing the clouds within a radius of hundreds of miles.

"kill!"

Yang Zongxian roared, and the spiritual patterns on his body twisted, as if they had reached their limit, breaking off layer by layer, causing him to cough up blood. His already severely injured body was like a dying candle, gradually losing its power.

But the sword lights he slashed down were heavier than the last, and seemed to tear the universe apart, leaving more than ten sword marks deep enough to see the bones on Shen Qing's body.

Under such a desperate and crazy attack, Shen Qing almost retreated again and again.

With every clash, the Qi in her body trembled, as if being refined by a giant hammer, becoming more and more refined. This was a transformation that could only be achieved through killing.

She even suppressed the urge to reverse the sundial. If she went back to the beginning, all these changes would disappear and this battle would be in vain.

boom!

The sound of fierce collision echoed in the sky like a bolt from the blue, and the sound spread for hundreds of miles. The sound of the knife was like the roar of a tiger, and the sound of the sword was like the roar of a dragon.

After another confrontation, the flashing knife shadow in Shen Qing's eyes became brighter and brighter. She no longer cared about the injuries on her body and fell into a state of ecstasy. She raised the knife with blood on her face and tore Yang Zongxian's chest once again!

puff!

A surge of condensed energy in Yang Zongxian's heart suddenly dissipated. He suddenly stepped back, coughing up blood, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

This time, Shen Qing did not hold back at all. He stepped forward, and the sword slashed in all directions. He instantly dismembered Yang Zongxian and cut off his head with one blow.

Blood rain mixed with body parts fell from the sky, and only the head was held in Shen Qing's hand.

Looking at Yang Zongxian's ferocious face with his eyes wide open, Shen Qing raised his hand and closed his eyes.

The sword marks on his body were gushing blood, dyeing his black suit purple-black, with a strong smell of blood.

Without the sundial, Shen Qing's body was no different from that of an ordinary cultivator, and he still felt a little weak at this moment.

After calming the turbulent breath in his body, Shen Qing simply bandaged the wound, took out a new mask from the spirit ring and put it on, then returned to the imperial capital with Yang Zongxian's head.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the ruined imperial capital was shrouded in mist and rain, looking a little less popular.

Shen Qing entered through the palace gate. There was someone watching her in secret, but she did not ask any questions and went straight to the throne room.

Half of the Golden Palace collapsed, with only a few main beams still standing. Shen Qing used a hair as a rope to hang Yang Zongxian's head under the plaque in front of the palace, then turned and left.

It won't be long before she returns here again.

She stuffed a spirit stone with spirit patterns engraved on it into the head. The only function of this spirit stone was to locate the person.

Under such circumstances, anyone who dares to collect Yang Zongxian's body must be his diehard loyalist. Shen Qing wants to use this head to cut off the roots and prevent future troubles.

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At the moment when Yang Zongxian died, outside the imperial capital, a carriage shook slightly and moved slowly along the muddy official road.

pat...

The crisp sound echoed in the carriage, and jade beads carved from spiritual stones rolled all over the carriage.

Looking at the bracelet that suddenly broke, the Taoist in green let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.

A woman in her twenties sat opposite the Taoist, she was wearing a light green gown and had a pretty face. Looking at the jade beads scattered on the ground, she frowned slightly. She had also heard the loud noise just now, but she just thought that the thunder was a little louder today and did not think much about it.

The carriage swayed forward. After hesitating for a while, the woman couldn't help but ask:

"Master, when can I return to the imperial capital?"

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and gently stroked her belly, her face soft: "Your Majesty has not yet named the child."

"You don't have to go back to the imperial capital in this life." The Taoist in green didn't even raise his eyes, his expression was indifferent, without any emotion.

"Master, what do you mean?"