Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

Ran Min's eyes were scarlet, it was obvious that the [Tu Yi] attribute had exploded, and the soldiers behind him were like wolves and tigers, looking at death as home!

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the beggar camp do not seem to know what pain is, what death is, and death is their destination!

"Ahh

A knife cut off one of the arms of a beggar battalion soldier, and the soldier bared his teeth and roared, kicked the man in front of him out with a sharp kick, pushed it straight back, pressed it to the ground, and stabbed the long knife in his hand into his chest!

"Poof!"

A stream of blood floated out, and both of them struggled a few times, but they were silent!

……

"Such an army, such a faith, such a will, the common people, can you train such an army?"

Cangjun looked at Shen Cangsheng, with a hint of hope in his eyes, only to see Shen Cangsheng's face darkened, shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "The last general can train a majestic and high-spirited male army, and can also train an iron army to attack the city!" ”

"However, it is impossible to be as fearless as a beggar camp!"

Cangjun sighed lightly: "Fortunately, there are only 5,000 people, if there are 50,000 people, 100,000 people, how terrible it should be?" ”

Shen Cangsheng also sighed lightly: "The last general has some understanding why His Majesty wants to form an alliance with Great Xia!" ”

Cangjun's eyes are full of endless depth, so that people can't see any waves!

……

"General, I can't stand it, let's withdraw!"

A soldier in the Western Regions cried and looked at the bearded man and said loudly.

The bearded man's face was full of despair, withdraw?

Retreating now is simply looking for death, now the cavalry has basically been wiped out, 70,000 horses are only more than 20,000 at the moment, how to retreat?

"Sons, this is a game between my Western Regions and the Central Plains, there is no retreat at all, and these two-legged sheep in the Central Plains will fight, the prince and the marshal will avenge us!"

As he spoke, he directly killed several soldiers of the first battalion, slashed out, and was instantly stunned, looking at his broken seven-ring knife in disbelief, his eyes were shocked!

No wonder!

No wonder his side lost so quickly!

This Central Plains person has such a divine weapon, even if the son of the Western Regions is Yongjian, how can he be his opponent?

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the first battalion slashed out with a knife, and the man roared: "The sky has no eyes! ”

……

Yuqiong Mountain!

After Zhang Sanfeng and the others came out of Yeqin, they sat on a stone, took out the kettle on their waists, and said with a smile: "This trip can be regarded as a wish!" ”

Lu Cang's face was also a little stunned: "Creation makes people!" ”

A cold glint flickered in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, "Nine machines, centrifugal halls, and Xuanmen, none of these people can escape!" ”

Lu Cang sighed lightly, "You can escape death in that battle, it's really a fluke!" ”

"In addition to the forces of Jade Dragon Lake, whether it is Yuqiong Mountain, Heavenly Sword Cliff, Hell Valley, or Haori Palace, they are almost pouring out!"

"Although I wasn't present in that battle, I really don't know what was going on, even if it was for the intent of the four great gods in the world, the Taiji Sword wouldn't make such a big fight, right?"

Looking at Lu Cang's puzzled expression, Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly, "Of course!" ”

"That's just a reason to make a move!"

"Why?"

"Because I turned down an invitation to that place!"

"That place?" A trace of doubt flashed in Lu Cang's eyes, and Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly: "Although the Five Absolute Realms in the World are martial arts holy lands, they are not the end of martial arts!" ”

"They made that place a holy place, just some frogs at the bottom of the well!"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng say this, Lu Cang was also half-understood, as if he had vaguely guessed something, Zhang Sanfeng looked at him and said softly: "The inheritance of the hundred schools of the sons back then has not been broken, but it has been hidden in the world!" ”

"What! Hundreds of schools! ”

Lu Cang's face was suddenly shocked, except for today's Confucianism, whether it is the Mo family or the Legalist farmer, etc., there is basically no news of him, and he is missing!

Everyone in the world says that the hundreds of schools of thought have disappeared in the long river of history and become a speck of dust that rolls in the infinite history!

But after so many years, now that I have heard the legend of the hundred schools of thought again, it is really unbelievable for a while!

"The hundreds of schools of thought are still inherited in the world!"

……

"His name is Jian Xuan!" As soon as Luo Linchen's words fell, Jian Wushuang's expression froze, and several disciples next to him also had uncertain faces!

"Someone!"

After a while, Jian Wushuang's face turned slightly cold, and he said, "Go and call that rebel to me!" ”

"Yes!"

A disciple hurriedly ran over, and Jian Wushuang smiled with a smile on his face: "I don't know how that son provoked a few people, but I actually asked you to come to the door in person, just tell me, I will definitely give you an explanation!" ”

"Haha!" Luo Linchen laughed, with an undisguised mockery in his eyes: "The Sword Pavilion Master is worthy of being famous for bullying the soft and fearing the hard!" ”

Jian Wushuang's eyes were on Luo Linchen's body, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be a little familiar!

At this time, a figure hurriedly ran over: "Father, what are you looking for me?" ”

Jian Xuan hurriedly came and saw that there were still a few strange figures, and his face was suddenly stunned, and when his eyes swept over Luo Linchen, his face changed drastically: "Why are you here?" ”

Jian Wushuang also looked at his son suspiciously, but he didn't expect that it was really his son who provoked the other party!

"Huh!" Luo Linchen smiled faintly, and said in a calm tone: "After so many years, I didn't expect the young master of the sword to still know him!" ”

Jian Xuan's face was very ugly, and his face showed a trace of coldness: "I haven't found your whereabouts for so many years, I was still a little regretful, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door today, just right, it can be regarded as a grudge back then!" ”

"Xuan'er, don't be rude!"

Jian Wushuang saw that the momentum was wrong, and hurriedly scolded: "This is a distinguished guest, how can you be presumptuous?" ”

"Guest?"

Jian Xuan's face was stunned, he looked at his father in disbelief, and said in surprise: "An abandoned son of the Imperial Sword Sect has become a distinguished guest of my Sword Pavilion?" ”

"Edgeworth's foundling?"

Jian Wushuang looked incredulous, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked at Luo Linchen suddenly: "It's you!" ”

Luo Linchen had a faint smile on his face: "Exactly!" ”

Jian Wushuang kept adjusting his breathing, trying to calm his mood, but he still couldn't help but burst out!

Back then, because of the robbery of relatives, the Sword Pavilion and the Imperial Sword Gate became a laughing stock, and the face was lost, and the masters of the sect chased and killed thousands of miles, but in the end he escaped, but he didn't expect that after many years, he came back again!

Moreover, he still came back with several grandmasters, so to speak, several elders who went to the Imperial Sword Gate......

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

Ran Min's eyes were scarlet, it was obvious that the [Tu Yi] attribute had exploded, and the soldiers behind him were like wolves and tigers, looking at death as home!

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the beggar camp do not seem to know what pain is, what death is, and death is their destination!

"Ahh

A knife cut off one of the arms of a beggar battalion soldier, and the soldier bared his teeth and roared, kicked the man in front of him out with a sharp kick, pushed it straight back, pressed it to the ground, and stabbed the long knife in his hand into his chest!

"Poof!"

A stream of blood floated out, and both of them struggled a few times, but they were silent!

……

"Such an army, such a faith, such a will, the common people, can you train such an army?"

Cangjun looked at Shen Cangsheng, with a hint of hope in his eyes, only to see Shen Cangsheng's face darkened, shook his head slightly, and said with a wry smile: "The last general can train a majestic and high-spirited male army, and can also train an iron army to attack the city!" ”

"However, it is impossible to be as fearless as a beggar camp!"

Cangjun sighed lightly: "Fortunately, there are only 5,000 people, if there are 50,000 people, 100,000 people, how terrible it should be?" ”

Shen Cangsheng also sighed lightly: "The last general has some understanding why His Majesty wants to form an alliance with Great Xia!" ”

Cangjun's eyes are full of endless depth, so that people can't see any waves!

……

"General, I can't stand it, let's withdraw!"

A soldier in the Western Regions cried and looked at the bearded man and said loudly.

The bearded man's face was full of despair, withdraw?

Retreating now is simply looking for death, now the cavalry has basically been wiped out, 70,000 horses are only more than 20,000 at the moment, how to retreat?

"Sons, this is a game between my Western Regions and the Central Plains, there is no retreat at all, and these two-legged sheep in the Central Plains will fight, the prince and the marshal will avenge us!"

As he spoke, he directly killed several soldiers of the first battalion, slashed out, and was instantly stunned, looking at his broken seven-ring knife in disbelief, his eyes were shocked!

No wonder!

No wonder his side lost so quickly!

This Central Plains person has such a divine weapon, even if the son of the Western Regions is Yongjian, how can he be his opponent?

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the first battalion slashed out with a knife, and the man roared: "The sky has no eyes! ”

……

Yuqiong Mountain!

After Zhang Sanfeng and the others came out of Yeqin, they sat on a stone, took out the kettle on their waists, and said with a smile: "This trip can be regarded as a wish!" ”

Lu Cang's face was also a little stunned: "Creation makes people!" ”

A cold glint flickered in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, "Nine machines, centrifugal halls, and Xuanmen, none of these people can escape!" ”

Lu Cang sighed lightly, "You can escape death in that battle, it's really a fluke!" ”

"In addition to the forces of Jade Dragon Lake, whether it is Yuqiong Mountain, Heavenly Sword Cliff, Hell Valley, or Haori Palace, they are almost pouring out!"

"Although I wasn't present in that battle, I really don't know what was going on, even if it was for the intent of the four great gods in the world, the Taiji Sword wouldn't make such a big fight, right?"

Looking at Lu Cang's puzzled expression, Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly, "Of course!" ”

"That's just a reason to make a move!"

"Why?"

"Because I turned down an invitation to that place!"

"That place?" A trace of doubt flashed in Lu Cang's eyes, and Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly: "Although the Five Absolute Realms in the World are martial arts holy lands, they are not the end of martial arts!" ”

"They made that place a holy place, just some frogs at the bottom of the well!"

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng say this, Lu Cang was also half-understood, as if he had vaguely guessed something, Zhang Sanfeng looked at him and said softly: "The inheritance of the hundred schools of the sons back then has not been broken, but it has been hidden in the world!" ”

"What! Hundreds of schools! ”

Lu Cang's face was suddenly shocked, except for today's Confucianism, whether it is the Mo family or the Legalist farmer, etc., there is basically no news of him, and he is missing!

Everyone in the world says that the hundreds of schools of thought have disappeared in the long river of history and become a speck of dust that rolls in the infinite history!

But after so many years, now that I have heard the legend of the hundred schools of thought again, it is really unbelievable for a while!

"The hundreds of schools of thought are still inherited in the world!"

……

"His name is Jian Xuan!" As soon as Luo Linchen's words fell, Jian Wushuang's expression froze, and several disciples next to him also had uncertain faces!

"Someone!"

After a while, Jian Wushuang's face turned slightly cold, and he said, "Go and call that rebel to me!" ”

"Yes!"

A disciple hurriedly ran over, and Jian Wushuang smiled with a smile on his face: "I don't know how that son provoked a few people, but I actually asked you to come to the door in person, just tell me, I will definitely give you an explanation!" ”

"Haha!" Luo Linchen laughed, with an undisguised mockery in his eyes: "The Sword Pavilion Master is worthy of being famous for bullying the soft and fearing the hard!" ”

Jian Wushuang's eyes were on Luo Linchen's body, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be a little familiar!

At this time, a figure hurriedly ran over: "Father, what are you looking for me?" ”

Jian Xuan hurriedly came and saw that there were still a few strange figures, and his face was suddenly stunned, and when his eyes swept over Luo Linchen, his face changed drastically: "Why are you here?" ”

Jian Wushuang also looked at his son suspiciously, but he didn't expect that it was really his son who provoked the other party!

"Huh!" Luo Linchen smiled faintly, and said in a calm tone: "After so many years, I didn't expect the young master of the sword to still know him!" ”

Jian Xuan's face was very ugly, and his face showed a trace of coldness: "I haven't found your whereabouts for so many years, I was still a little regretful, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door today, just right, it can be regarded as a grudge back then!" ”

"Xuan'er, don't be rude!"

Jian Wushuang saw that the momentum was wrong, and hurriedly scolded: "This is a distinguished guest, how can you be presumptuous?" ”

"Guest?"

Jian Xuan's face was stunned, he looked at his father in disbelief, and said in surprise: "An abandoned son of the Imperial Sword Sect has become a distinguished guest of my Sword Pavilion?" ”

"Edgeworth's foundling?"

Jian Wushuang looked incredulous, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked at Luo Linchen suddenly: "It's you!" ”

Luo Linchen had a faint smile on his face: "Exactly!" ”

Jian Wushuang kept adjusting his breathing, trying to calm his mood, but he still couldn't help but burst out!

Back then, because of the robbery of relatives, the Sword Pavilion and the Imperial Sword Gate became a laughing stock, and the face was lost, and the masters of the sect chased and killed thousands of miles, but in the end he escaped, but he didn't expect that after many years, he came back again!

Moreover, he still came back with several grandmasters, so to speak, several elders who went to the Imperial Sword Gate......