Not long ago, that bastard called Wu Laifu managed to pull out a whole saber from the King of Beiliang. When it was your turn, you rushed forward like a dog. Why did you suddenly stop in front of the King of Beiliang?
You're not one of those Jianghu women who yearn for the Prince of Northern Liang. Why are you standing there like a wooden chicken? Why are you standing there dumbstruck?
Both sides of the street suddenly booed and jeered.
Outside the Demawei Post House, except for the crippled old man and the Qi-cultivator guru, those who could see the depth of the situation did not go to the window to join in the fun. As for those brave women who snatched the Fengshui treasure and wanted to take a look, what they wanted to see was the kind of exciting fight that could turn the world upside down.
Almost no one noticed that the hand of the handsome young man holding the saber was already badly mutilated. Especially the palm that was close to the hilt, the white bones could be seen.
The sleeve of the arm holding the saber was also torn to pieces.
Zhao Gou, who was facing the young king, had blood oozing out of the corner of his mouth. His face was ferocious and showed disbelief and unwillingness.
Li Haoran, who said "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. If the enemy moves, I won't move", was sweating profusely. He only heard the King of Beiliang laughing and saying to that person, "I know you have a trump card, but the reason why you're still alive now …"
This Zhao Gou, who said "you can't judge a book by its cover", instantly removed all his disguises. At this moment, he looked down in a daze.
Half of a slightly slender arm pierced through his chest.
The arm was slowly pulled back.
Zhao Gou, who was numb to killing, turned his head with difficulty. He only saw an old mink hat, a delicate face, and the girl was still eating half of a scallion pancake.
Killing people and eating pancakes.
He knew her.
Zhao Gou had a vague record in a top-secret file. Outside Xiangfan City, Qingzhou, she killed the assassin of Wang Mingyin, the world's eleventh.
She was a lunatic who had blocked Wang Xianzhi from entering the cold several times alone.
A killer died because of a killer.
Hsu Fengnian casually reached out and pushed the corpse away. Seeing the large mink hat that covered her eyes, he helped her lift it up and then gently pressed it down.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "If you're really worried, you can just stand behind me. You don't have to do anything. Yes, just a little further away. "
She didn't say anything. She walked ten steps behind Hsu Fengnian with a straight face.
Hsu Fengnian turned to look at the girl helplessly.
She reluctantly flew toward the Dragon Claw Scholar outside the posthouse and sat on a branch, rubbing her arm against the branch.
Hsu Fengnian exhaled softly, looked into the distance, and said in a clear voice, "Cao Changqing, Chen Zhibao, Đồng Thái, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, which one of you wants to go first?"
Half of the city could hear it.
Li Haoran swallowed his saliva and asked carefully, "Your Highness, should I move aside?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "It's fine. You just have to stand behind me."
The crippled old man said in a low voice, "We can go now."
The Qi Refinement Grandmaster nodded with some regret.
The two of them disappeared in a flash.
They couldn't afford to get involved in this mess. There were only a handful of people in the world who could.
The fact that Zhao Gou's colleague didn't draw his saber was equivalent to Hsu Fengnian telling them a cruel truth. Below Heavenly Phenomenon, one move was all it took.
The Qi Refinement Grandmaster didn't want to use his life to prove that "Below Land Immortals, one move was all it took".
— —
In a certain restaurant, a green-robed Confucian smiled and poured himself a cup of wine.
The white-robed man across the street frowned. The white-robed man sitting at the table next to him wanted to say something but stopped.
The purple-robed woman on the city wall of Great Peace City hesitated for a moment. Then, she flew on the roof as if she was walking on flat ground.
From the south of the city to the Xiamawei Post House, there was a sudden clap of thunder. The youth from the Dongyue Sword Pool, Song Tinglu, blushed and said angrily, "Master, this guy is too arrogant. Why didn't he include you?!"
The young girl with many swords on her back covered her mouth and laughed.
She was siding with the outsiders.
Chai Qingshan said with melancholy, "Since Master didn't draw his sword in Wudang Town, then he doesn't have the right to draw his sword in this lifetime. There's nothing to be angry about. Tinglu, if you feel that it's not worth it for Master, then practice the sword diligently. Don't slack off. On the path of martial arts, talent alone won't last forever. "
The young girl made a face, adding insult to injury.
The youth snorted coldly.
At the window of the inn, the old head of the Wu Family Sword Tomb scolded jokingly, "This kid!"
An old man in the room reminded with a sharp voice, "Don't forget your duty."
This person was the eunuch from the Ceremony Directorate who had announced the edict to the King of Beiliang.
Wu Jian didn't turn around. He retracted his smile. "Oh?"
The eunuch who didn't wear the red python robe subconsciously took a step back.
Wu Jian's tone was indifferent. "The King of Shu and I are here to watch the battle to ensure that Cao Changqing won't take the opportunity to go to the palace. Don't push your luck."
— —
The north-south imperial street had a strict hierarchy. A man who was leading a donkey could only obediently walk on the outermost imperial road. When he saw a young swordsman jogging quickly, he shouted, "Young man, can I borrow your sword?"
The young man who was rushing to the Demawei Post House to watch the battle said impatiently, "Why?!"
The middle-aged man bargained, "Because I'm Đồng Thái?"
The young swordsman was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "Get lost! You're Đồng Thái? Do you really think you're the Peach Blossom Sword God just because you're leading the donkey? I'm the King of Beiliang! Brother, why don't we exchange blows here? "
The man with the donkey sighed, "Young people nowadays."
The young man stared and said, "What? You don't agree?! "
The man patted the back of the old donkey. "Old friend, wait a moment, I'll be back soon. I'll use this sword to greet Cao Changqing. Take it as me saying goodbye to him. "
In a flash, all the swordsmen who carried swords from the south gate of Great Peace City to the Demawei Post House, no matter if they were male or female, old or young, whether they carried a sword or carried a sword, whether it was long or short.
Thousands of people, there was an unremarkable middle-aged man standing next to them, holding a sword that they didn't know when they had unsheathed.
Cao Changqing finally put down his wine cup and stood.
— —
A purple streak of light shot straight towards Xiama Wei Post House, crashing towards Xu Fengnian.
It seemed like it would not stop until one of them was dead.
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