Fang Ling looked at Qingjuan's determined expression, shook his head slightly, and then didn't speak again, and Qingjuan also began to gather other information.

Marshal Long Bo left, Marshal Jin Yun left, and the Bronze Cymbal Palace will leave secretly in forty-six days......

It's not that these departing Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals can't find them, it's just that it takes too much energy to find them, and the Heavenly Court War is imminent, where is there time to find these fleeing soldiers.

When the mighty army of the heavenly court came to the outside of Bilong Island, the army of tens of millions, there were only five million left.

Fifty Thunder Battle Cities and three thousand Flying Divine Boats are still overwhelming, but outside Bilong Island, they seem extremely calm.

Whether it was the Great Defense Array or the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Heavenly Dao, none of them appeared, and on the vast sea, there was only a flat boat, slowly drifting.

Above the flat boat, there were two people, one was gently rocking, this person Fang Ling was not a stranger, the former head of the Lingyun Sword Sect, Yuheng Daojun.

And the other person on the flat boat was Lingyun Daojun, Lingyun Daojun at this moment, standing with his hands behind his back, behind him, carrying a long sword on his back.

The cyan robe fluttered under the slight breeze, and the slightly rippling waves made him look like a fairy who wanted to be immortal.

However, the moment his gaze looked towards the Heavenly Court army, all the cultivators below the Dao Monarch felt that they had seen the sky and the Dao at this moment. In everyone's heart, there are only two words at this moment: bowing.

One, two, three......

That is, in the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Court monk who knelt down. Just in the thousands, and that number. And it's growing.

Thunder battle cities, flying on the Divine Boat. They were all covered with Heavenly Court monks kneeling on the ground.

Before the war began, so many people were already kneeling on the ground, which means that these people have chosen to surrender.

At this time, in the void, four huge coiling dragon thrones flew out, Fang Ling, Puru Daojun and other Heavenly Court Four Emperors, sitting high on that coiled dragon throne, their expressions were indifferent, as if they didn't see that their subordinates had surrendered.

"Under the Ice Emperor. I am willing to surrender to the Lingyun Sword Sect, and I hope that Lingyun Daoist you can take it in. The Ice Emperor Daojun flew into the air and came to Lingyun Daojun's side, saluted respectfully and said.

Looking at the Ice Emperor Daojun who was bowing to the bottom of the Dao, there was a trace of coldness in the eyes of the Dazzling Daojun, but he did not speak.

The Ice Emperor Dao Monarch was just the beginning, the second Shadow Dao Monarch flew in front of Lingyun Dao Monarch, and then there was a third, and then a fourth......

The surrender of one Dao Monarch after another, it can be said that the Heavenly Court has completely fallen apart. At this time, in the Heavenly Court, only the Four Emperors of the Heavenly Court remained, and only the Coiling Dragon Throne suspended high in the void remained.

"You and the other four usurped the throne against the sky. Punish you!" Lingyun Daojun spoke, and the long sword behind his back was slowly drawn.

Lingyun Daojun came out of the retreat and was not in front of everyone. Urge this sword of the imperial road.

Now, as soon as the sword is drawn. Heaven and earth change color in an instant.

Three Thousand Avenues, although there was not much reaction. But the surrounding thousands of miles have become a space without a way.

The retreating Three Thousand Great Dao, the False Dao shrouded in the Ten Thousand Miles area, the Lingyun Dao Monarch who can gather the power of the False Dao in one sword.

With this sword sweep, everything should be over.

The Four Emperors of Heavenly Court, the four Dao Monarchs who created Heavenly Court, will disappear into heaven and earth like a streamer.

Perhaps, after they are killed, they will leave a sigh for many people, nostalgia for many people, and a ......

However, no matter what they left behind, in the eyes of everyone, they will be gone, and eventually disappear into this space like a cloud of smoke.

After all, victory always belongs to the victor, and although the prestige of the Four Emperors of Heaven is not small, they are not the victors, so their path is only death.

When the sword was swept out, everyone felt that everything was going to end, and they stared at the sword tightly.

In their eyes, this is a sword that has swept across the universe, and it is a sword that has made the entire Yuanwu main world belong to a unified sword.

The three brothers of Chengyuan Daojun also stared at this sword tightly. Seeing this sword slowly swinging out, Chengyuan Daojun's face showed a hint of relief.

His last trace of unwillingness, with the slash of this sword, disappeared cleanly, and he knew very well that with his own words, he would not be able to take this sword at all.

No, it should be said that the strength of the three brothers gathered together would not be able to take this sword. Naturally, the consequence of not being able to take this sword is that their brother will die.

Now, although they can't take this sword either, being able to immortalize is also a good choice for them.

The Ice Emperor Daojun and the others were also full of joy at this time, Lingyun Daojun's sword made them really frightened.

With a sword that seemed to be shrouded in the entire avenue, they didn't even have the strength to fight back, and under this sword, they had no other choice but to wait for death.

Now, they don't have to choose anymore!

Lingyun Daojun had already accepted their surrender, and they had become Lingyun Daojun's subordinates, so naturally, they didn't have to face Lingyun Daojun's earth-shattering sword.

Although in their hearts, there was a trace of hunger and guilt for the Four Emperors of Heaven who were about to be cut off under this sword.

But there is a good saying, dead friends do not die poor. At this life-and-death juncture, it is no longer the time for them to pay attention to friendship.

Although Qingjuan knelt on the ground, her eyes were full of tears, she didn't look at the sword, she just looked at a coiling dragon throne hovering high in the void, looking at the person who was high on the throne.

Although the man was about to dissipate, she still had to look at him one last time.

That person smiled at her, this smiling face, made Aomaki's heart full of warmth, for this smile, Aomaki had an urge to rush over.

However, at the moment when this impulse rose in Qingjuan's heart, Qingjuan suddenly found that the figure had disappeared cleanly.

Is that person, is he really dead like this? Qingjuan's heart is a little reluctant, a little sad, a little ......

The huge coiling dragon throne, because there is no owner, is like a huge stone falling from the void.

The huge splash of water splashed thousands of feet, but when the dragon throne sank to the bottom of the water, the waves calmed down.

The sky is still that day, the sea is still the sea, and countless heavenly soldiers are still gathered, but some people begin to feel that there seems to be something missing in this heaven and earth. (To be continued.) )