Ze Tian Ji Chapter 47: Ten Thousand Swords Old Things
Wang Po comes from Tianliang, not southerner, but because of the Grudges love affair with the Great Zhou court, people in the south are willing to accept him.
So when he became the master of Scholartree Institute, he did not usher in vigilance and hostility, but received welcome instead.
Compared with Su Li, his mentality and morality are more favored by southerner, more trustworthy and reliable.
In other words, he is more suitable as the flag of the South than Su Li, but first, he needs to raise this flag.
The whole South has been waiting for the day when Breakthrough entered Saint, but no one thought that this day would come so early, it would seem so sudden that no one was ready.
Today, his iron knife cut off the sky of Capital, and raised the flag fluttering in the wind, and finally the South ushered in its own flag.
Except for the legendary existence whose already cannot be verified, he is the youngest person to enter Saint Domain.
Or in the future, in the younger generation represented by Qiushan Jun, someone will surpass his achievements, but no one can be sure.
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On the Luo River embankment, three chariot slowly backed away, and the willow branches swayed gently in the wind and could not be kept.
On the side of looks at, Tang Family's Second Master's face was very gloomy, but he didn't do anything. The two Divine Generals and hundreds of rider Lin Lin also kept silent.
The three chariot and looks at are inconspicuous, but represent the entire Southern Sky, and already clearly shows the attitude.
They can't do anything else, otherwise it will mean that the court and Wenshui's Tang Family will face down with the whole south.
No one can afford this responsibility, even if he is a big man from Wenshui's Tang Family to Capital.
The entire Capital, and even the entire Continent, now only one person can bear this responsibility.
Dao Venerate Shang Xingzhou.
Tang Family's Second Master retracted his gaze and looked somewhere to the north.
Two things to do today, already lost one, and the rest is more important.
The location of Pope represents the general resources and power of Orthodox, and there can be no problem at all.
Chen Changshen must die.
Clouds and snow, like a flock driven by a whip, walk slowly in the dark sky.
White Emperor City's Saint is temporarily balancing in Li Palace.
southerner does not care about the survival of Chen Changshen and the survival of Orthodox. People like Head of the Qiushan Family are more willing to see Chen Changshen die.
No one should come to rescue Chen Changshen.
If you count it like this, you can say that it was a bare draw today.
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Three chariots exited Capital without any obstructions.
Wuliyuan, covered with white snow, shows all the figures on the side of the Baihe River. After crossing the bridge, you can set foot on the official road back to the south.
Guan Feibai signaled chariot to stop, said a word to Head of the Qiushan Family, saluting and ready to leave.
The curtain of chariot in front is lifted, revealing the pale face of Wang Po.
"What are you going to do?"
Guan Feibai said: "That guy should be in trouble now, I'll see if I can help."
When he said this, his tone was very natural, and he felt particularly taken for granted, so even if the sound was smooth, he also showed a particularly straightforward feeling.
Wang Po laughed, thinking that Li Mountain Sword Sect is really extraordinary. These young disciples are much stronger than Senior Su Li.
"No need to go." He continued: "That guy has his own arrangements and doesn't need to help more."
From Shilang Mansion to North City, they talked a lot on Luo River. About Wang Zhice and Zhou Garden, Way of the Blade and sword spirit, naturally also talked about this thing to be done.
The guy asked him to help hold Tie Shu, but there was no other request.
Wang Po has done more, beheaded Tie Shu, then that guy can naturally do the rest.
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The snow fell on the rubble, on the guy's shoulder.
A ray of sword light came out of the snow, like lightning.
At this moment, Jian Guang is still more than ten feet away, but The next moment will come. The sword of the Star Condensation Realm strong can ignore this distance.
Chen Changshen didn't look at it, still staring at Xiao De, disregarding the ray of sword light, it seemed a little too proud.
This is not the case. When ray of sword light appeared, he also already issued a sword, but no one found it except Xiao De, which is very close to each other.
A crisp sword cry sounded through this house in the depths of North Cavalry Lane.
That's the sound of two swords crossing.
The wind and snow suddenly dispersed, and a master of Department for Purging Officials was forced to show his figure, humming to retreats.
A gap in the size of a rice grain appeared on the sword in his hand.
This is his Sect Mountain Sword, which is highly valued by him, but he has no time for heartache at this time, and his heart is full of shock.
He stared at the snow in front of him, his face pale, as if he saw a ghost.
In the snow, there is an ancient sword floating and humming low.
What is this sword? Can he actually cut his Sect mountain sword?
More importantly, where did this sword ... come from?
When he was still in extreme shock, another ray of sword light broke through the snow and stabbed at Chen Changshen.
This ray of sword light is more insidious. It rises under two feet from the ground and its angle is unusually tricky. It actually has a taste of Witch Tribe sword technique.
Chen Changshen saw ray of sword light, but still did not move.
The cold wind is turbulent, and an old sword appeared before that ray of sword light, as if it was born out of nothing.
The two swords meet, the sound of the sword is chaotic.
A strange cry, an Hidden Pavilion assassin fell extremely embarrassingly from the tree into the snowdrift, a wound appeared on his left shoulder, and blood dripped.
"What's going on!"
The Hidden Pavilion assassin picked up movement skill, waving his sword wildly, resisting the pursuit of the old sword desperately, shouting in shock.
Several sounds of bumpy lightning-like sounded in the snow.
Several Great Zhou military strongmen who raided in front of each other made several strenuous groans and were shaken back to the lower part of the courtyard wall.
Their sword-shaking hands trembled slightly, their expressions were Grim.
Several swords appeared again in the sky, but they were different from the ghosts that appeared before. These swords were obviously much heavier.
Even after hundreds of years of grinding, these Heavy Swords still contain extremely terrible power.
A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.
No one else is shooting.
A clear cry, the old sword chasing the Hidden Pavilion killer, flew back with snow, Tranquil was in front of Chen Changshen.
More than ten swords, Quietly suspends in the air around his body, following the snowflakes falling from the sky, holding all directions.
These swords have different shapes, different from Aura, and have one common feature, which is very old.
There are even rust marks on several swords, but they can't cover Cutting Edge slightly.
In the scene of looks at, the strong men in the court remembered the rumor, their expressions became extremely Grim, and they even began to express their fear.
If that rumor is true, then this should be just the beginning.
Sure enough, just at The next moment, they heard a lot of sound.
Oh!
It is not the friction of the sword body and the sheath, but the sound of Sword Edge breaking through the snow.
Countless swords flew out of Chen Changshen.
It's like countless fishes that keep pouring out of the deep pond.
Between the courtyards, the masterpiece of Sword Intent and the masterpiece of sword light cover the colors of the snow and snow.