When the two silhouettes left the city and entered the sea, the Martial Emperor City went through a brief moment of dead silence. Then, a wave of noise broke out in an instant. No matter if it was the common people in the city or the heroes from other places, they all rushed out of the city. If one were to look down from the sky above the city, it was as if four torrents had converged near the four gates. Then, three of the torrents made a turn and rushed towards the East Sea. Some of the impatient Jianghu people who were good at martial arts didn't care about walking at the speed of a tortoise. They directly leaped onto the roofs and vaulted over the walls of the city. Such a spectacular scene of hundreds of people jumping up and down at the same time was indeed rare.
In just half a cup of tea's time, the streets of the Martial Emperor City, which could fit more than a hundred thousand people, were empty and deserted. After all, the one-armed old man who called himself Li Chungang had the ability to control one thousand and eight hundred swords. It couldn't be faked.
Moreover, Wang Xianzhi had been overseeing the Martial Emperor City for more than half a century. Whether it was the Divine Swordsman Đồng Thái or Cao Guanzi, they had never let him out of the city for a battle. Even if one were to use their butts to think, they would know that this outdated old man wearing a sheepskin fur coat was a rather tyrannical character. Such a battle at the pinnacle that was hard to come by. If they missed it, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.
The bustling main street was empty in an instant. Even the wine stall owner and the two waiters ran out. Only His Royal Highness and the others were forced to stay. Shu Xiu's heart was itching, but entering the Martial Emperor City was like treading on thin ice. Moreover, the current grand occasion was created by His Royal Highness and the old Divine Swordsman. She was already at the center of the whirlpool and didn't dare to follow the crowd out of the city to watch the show. If His Royal Highness made a mistake, the King of Beiliang wouldn't be able to punish the bold Li Chungang and kill her as an example. Shu Xiu couldn't even hope to exchange her life for his. She was destined to suffer a fate worse than death.
The expressionless Yang Qingfeng glanced at Shu Xiu from the corner of his eyes and continued to look at the top of the inner city without batting an eyelid. In the center of the inner city, there was a loft towering into the clouds. It was like the Tongtian Pavilion that the Emperor of Dongyue spent half of his national treasury to build because a short-sleeved poet beside him said, "I don't dare to speak loudly for fear of alarming the people in the sky." The Second in the World had shot out from there and "fell" into the East Sea to challenge Li Chungang to a duel in the Dark Misty Ocean. Yang Qingfeng's expression was normal. In fact, his excitement was no less than Shu Xiu's. As long as one was a martial artist, who wouldn't be fascinated by Li Chungang's immortal style and heroic spirit of borrowing swords from the entire city? Moreover, the feud between the two seniors was a major storyline that ran through the entire Jianghu. Ever since Li Chungang left Beiliang, he had split the river two hundred feet away from the Gates of Hell, defeated the Wu family's Sword Crown outside Xiangfan City, and achieved the Sword Immortal Realm in the Great Snow Plains, could it be that all of these were just to pave the way for today's battle?
Little Worm took advantage of his father's stupefied state and struggled to jump off the tall horse. Probably because his legs were weak, he fell flat on his face. After getting up, he patted the dust off and went to the wine stall to pick a few bottles of good wine for himself. After sitting down, he began to drink and entertain himself like an old man. Finally, he found his conscience and waved his hand at his father, who had become a Foreign Official, and said with a smile, "Dad, let's drink. It's free."
Long Yuxuan was not in the mood to drink. He was afraid that His Royal Highness and the old God of Swords Li Chungang would both die in Wu Wu City. As a Foreign Official of Beiliang, if he was trapped in the city, he would be torn apart by five horses or trampled into meat paste. Long Yuxuan did not get off his horse. Instead, it was a man who came into the city with a donkey who smelled the wine. He picked a table far away from the naughty children and rummaged through the cabinets to get a few bottles of wine. However, he did not forget to take out a few pieces of silver and put them on the table. The young swordsman sitting on the donkey sighed and jumped off the donkey's back. He carefully stared at the group of strangers. They were very strange partners. The dead man's face was as white as snow. The coachman was a delicate and pretty older sister dressed in green. There was also the aunt who rode on the horse. Her breasts were so high that they were about to burst out of her clothes. The young swordsman, who was inexperienced and inexperienced, felt his heart skip a beat. Especially after Shu Xiu gave him a flirtatious glance, the young swordsman's face turned red and his breathing became erratic. The swordsman who did not live up to his name turned his head away, not daring to look at the aunt. The old Taoist nun, the naive child, and the beautiful woman. These three types of people were not to be trifled with. If one's cultivation was not high enough, one could fail miserably. After the young swordsman named Sanlu lowered his head, he secretly thought that although the aunt was pretty, she was a little older and did not look like a proper lady from a respectable family. He did not like her.
Just as the youth was feeling regretful, he caught a glimpse of a face through the curtain of the carriage. He was instantly stunned. A beauty through the bead curtain.
San Lu felt as if he was struck by lightning. The middle-aged man who was drinking leisurely saw the sword boy lose his soul and smiled. He followed the youth's dazed gaze and saw an androgynous beautiful face. The boy had good eyesight. If one were to say that San Lu was drooling over a beauty, this boy would be wronged. The girl behind the curtain was beautiful, but compared to the girl surnamed Chen he saw in the Luo Shen Garden not long ago, she was still lacking. She also didn't see San Lu lose his soul like this. The girl behind the curtain seemed to be annoyed by San Lu's gaze. She frowned slightly and let go of the curtain, not wanting to see him again. San Lu slowly regained his senses, feeling ashamed of his inferiority. The man found it funny. Could it be that he really fell in love with her? The man didn't know anything about love between men and women, so he didn't know how to untie the knot in San Lu's heart. He just let nature take its course.
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