"Fu Zhaojun, you and your Fu family will regret your order!" Looking at Fu Zhaojun, who was surrounded and protected by soldiers, he couldn't help but burst into flames, he could no longer hide the anger in his heart, and roared angrily, his handsome face was a little deformed.

He really couldn't imagine that Fu Zhaojun would really order an attack on the Jiuyang Sect. In his thoughts, Fu Zhaojun would at most be like other people in the past, and after sneaking around in front of the Jiuyang Sect, he would lead the team to leave.

After all, his senior brother Li Jixun is a minister in the same hall as Fu Zhaoju's uncle Fu Yanqing, and now he is the same as Fu Yanqing, and has become a town. Although it is far from Fu Yanqing's influence and power, it is said that Fu Yanqing usually admires and attaches great importance to his senior brother.

But I never expected that Fu Zhaoju would not eat this set, and it was completely unexpected.

Although it is stated that the Jiuyang Sect is indeed under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou, but the regimes of the previous dynasties, who would interfere with the existence of the Jiuyang Sect, the Xiuzhen sect, in Zhaozhou.

What's more, his ancestor Hai Toad is now a fairy-like existence. is his own master Shaoyang Zhenren, which is also the famous Xiuzhen of the Central Plains. And his powerful Cui family, who will offend!

In the past year, his master has been on the verge of breaking through because of his cultivation of his own stunt "Yin Fu True Scripture", so he naturally rarely pays attention to these mundane things.

A few days ago, he even transmitted the news to his senior brothers, and the senior brother led seven senior brothers to stay outside the master's Dan room and accept the master's orders at any time. Because cultivation is bound to be risky, the senior brothers really dare not leave an inch for the sake of the master's diligence. And he left the daily affairs of the Jiuyang faction to himself.

But he didn't expect that he would encounter this kind of thing, and the Jiuyang faction would encounter this kind of thing, which can be said to be the first time that the Jiuyang faction has encountered this kind of thing since its creation. Looking at Fu Zhaoju who was resolutely giving orders, Chen Wuji knew that there was no more maneuver, and looked at the senior brother beside him, as well as the junior brother surnamed Qu who desperately wanted to attack Fu Zhaoju.

Seeing that the soldiers here had already surrounded the gate of the Jiuyang Palace of the Jiuyang Sect, the beard surnamed Qu, who had been tossing in the air, had a smug smile in his eyes.

It seems that he is trying his best to fight with the guards around Fu Zhaoju, but in fact, he is all tricks, obviously hoping that Fu Zhaoju will attack the Jiuyang faction. The sword in his hand used his strength to strike, and then swung away with the opponent.

Chen Wuji naturally couldn't think of the idea of this junior brother surnamed Qu, he only knew that this junior brother was a master with art, and on the same day in the rivers and lakes, people said that the left-handed knife was not injured, but he didn't know how he later threw himself into the master and revised the "Jiuyang Sword Technique" of the Jiuyang School.

A war can be triggered by a small thing! A decision that can affect a person's entire life.

Looking at the soldiers who poured over like a tide, Chen Wuji's mind was blank, he knew that he had failed in the first step, and he knew that the decision had nothing to do with him, but it was difficult for him to let go of it at the moment.

Jiuyang School Jiuyang Palace Zhuangyuan, a true roof.

A man with a white face and a handsome demeanor, wearing a moon-white robe, and his bare head made him look full of holy taste, looking no more than thirty years old, but those eyes full of wisdom made people feel that he must be a high-ranking monk.

Next to him was a person with the same elegant temperament, standing with his hands in his hands and floating out of the dust, looking clumsy and full of fairy wind Dao bones, a Taoist priest in his fifties. His dark eyes, but as sharp as an eagle, seemed as if nothing could change his will.

Both of them looked at the Zhaozhou Bridge, and the scuffle that occurred in an instant became tense for a while. And the more than 200 soldiers who had been at both ends of the bridge moved quickly and surrounded Chen Wuji's more than 20 people. And in the courtyard of the Jiuyang Palace of the Jiuyang Sect, a large number of disciples of the Jiuyang Sect poured out, wanting to join this war with a huge disparity. However, when they saw the soldiers who rushed over under the black pressure, many of the disciples with swords still had their faces changed.

"What do real people think!" This monk with a graceful face, speaking lightly revealing endless elegance, seemed to feel that the action in front of him was just a game. He didn't look at the Taoist priest beside him, but his eyes were watching the battle on this side of Zhaozhou Bridge.

Because of the declaration of war, the five hundred elite horsemen ordered by Fu Zhaoju rushed directly to the gate of Jiuyang Palace. Originally, it was less than 200 meters away, and there was no need to run the horse to ride the reins. But the sound of the hooves of the horses running together seemed to shake the ground.

In the first round, the front-row knights were all armed with spears, and the horizontal knives at their waists and hips were against the horses, and they whipped the horses straight when they started. The knights in the second row behind were all armed with bows and arrows, and their swords were sharp, and they slowly walked a few steps forward to charge. When the first row of 100 knights rushed to the front of the village, the 100 knights of the second row rushed forward with their bows stretched out, shouting in their mouths.

"Abandon your weapons and surrender without killing!"

"Come prepared! Foresight! This clumsy Taoist priest said lightly: "The Jiuyang Sect is a place of cultivation, and although it usually has a little bit of self-preservation power, it is limited to the art of strengthening the body. But for the sake of his disciples and Xiuzhen, there is no need to compete with him for this idleness! It's just a pity that the patriarch's hard work! ”

"But the real person is enlightened!" Looking at the disciples of the Jiuyang Sect who rushed out of the gate, most of these were still some outer disciples recruited by the Jiuyang Sect, and most of the people who usually walked outside were these people. When they saw the rushing horse formation, they wanted to resist with their swords, but the spears that arrived first had already penetrated their bodies, and blood flowed in an instant.

"Amitabha!" This monk with a graceful face, seeing the red blood, couldn't help but chant compassionately, and put his white and tender hands together.

"Qu is not hurt!" The ancient Taoist priest muttered softly, as if he was thinking about something in his heart, but there was no change in his eyes. Even as he looked at the bleeding in front of the gate and the wailing of the fallen and injured disciples, he did not react, but whispered the name softly in his mouth.

His eyes kept looking at this side, and Qu Wuxian, who was still jumping in front of Fu Zhaoju, was not injured. Because the spears of the soldiers were constantly approaching, his movements finally stopped slowly, and it seemed that he would either abandon his weapon for a while, or be put down by the saber.

Chen Wuji didn't draw his sword, although he could get out, but what a price he had to pay!

Even if Fu Zhaoju was to take it, Chen Wuji knew that these soldiers would not stop, because this kind of killing was no longer a scene that Fu Zhaoju could control.

Looking at Fu Zhaoju quietly, there was already a river of blood in front of the door, is this going to die endlessly, or take the initiative to retreat?

Chen Wou-Ki was confused, thinking of the senior brother's entrustment to him, Chen Wou-Ki exuded an astonishing murderous aura all over his body.

"Is this a decision to resist?" The middle-aged man surnamed Lai beside Fu Zhaoju looked at Chen Wuji coldly and said. His eyes involuntarily looked at the roof of Jiuyang Palace, where the graceful monk and the ancient clumsy Taoist priest were standing, as if his eyesight could penetrate the essence, locking the position of the two people.