Shenjing City is very large, it is the first male city in the vast land of Shenzhou, there is no one, but Shenjing City is also very small, under the rapid transmission of various news, almost all the monks know the latest progress of the matter of the Wide City.

His Majesty the Emperor Fuyao took over Murong He's battle post and sent the Fourth Army to blockade the entire Wanjian Mountain.

Seven days later, a shocking war was about to break out, which was the most violent confrontation between sectarian rivers and lakes and imperial courts and temples since the beginning of the Great Xia Dynasty!

The young man is invincible, the Fuyao Emperor who is in charge of the entire Great Xia, and the sharpest sword cultivator Murong He under the sage.

This duel is Murong He's battle of sanctification, and it is also the final counterattack of the vast land and rivers and lakes of Shenzhou.

Zhao Yu did not let Si Tian monitor the news, so the entire Shenjing City, not only the Si Tianjian Branch in Dongcheng District, including the major restaurants, the Taiping Ruins, and even the entire major cities of Great Xia, all learned of this shocking news in one day, and even ordinary people had different opinions.

For ordinary people, Murong He's move is a proper rebellion, and he should punish the whole sect, and for Gwangju and some other Jianghu forces, the mood is particularly complicated, they can understand Murong He's move, but they don't understand it, this is an extremely contradictory state of mind.

The sun above the sky gradually sank to the horizon in the midst of the noise, and the slightest chill hit, and thousands of lights then lit up one after another, illuminating the entire sky.

In the eastern suburbs of Shenjing City, where he lived near the Dao Palace, Chu Yanyan frowned, and slowly walked towards his yard, his steps were heavy, and his face was solemn.

She listened to many cultivators discuss it for a whole day in the Si Tian Jian Dongcheng Branch today, and in addition to her head buzzing at this time, she also had a clearer understanding of what was behind this big battle.

Murong He is very strong, and his killing power can almost be comparable to that of a saint, although His Majesty is invincible today, and even once slaughtered the saint and killed the gods, but there are very few people who have really seen it, so no one can predict the outcome of this battle, which is also the reason why the girl is worried at this time.

Chu Yanyan had a bitter face, and under the flurry of thoughts, unconsciously, the small courtyard with the lights on was already in front of her, and then the girl subconsciously turned her head to look at the small courtyard next to her, which was still not lit, sighed quietly, and turned around to open the gate of her yard.

As soon as she entered the small courtyard, a smell of food came directly to her nose, according to the past, Chu Yanyan would inevitably smile and run into the kitchen, but at this time, she was still frowning and slowly walked into the kitchen.

"Yanyan, you're back, how hard is your work today?"

Next to the stove, the middle-aged beautiful woman wearing an apron saw her daughter returning, and asked with a smile, but when she saw the latter's sullen and preoccupied appearance, her brows furrowed, and she continued to speak:

"What's the matter, did you encounter some difficulties at work today?"

"Mother, it's not me. ”

Chu Yanyan looked away, then turned his gaze to the purple-clothed man who was sitting in the kitchen, with a calm face, flipping through a book, came to the latter's side in three or two steps, and continued to ask:

"Dad, you are a gentleman in the Dao Palace, you should know that the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Sect Master Murong He is not powerful, right?"

"Of course Murong He is powerful, the old palace master of our Dao Palace once said that when it comes to killing, no one in the entire Shenzhou Haotu Sect can match Murong He, including his old man, Yanyan, you say that he is not powerful. ”

As soon as the gentle voice of the middle-aged purple-robed man fell, the brows on Chu Yanyan's eyes furrowed even deeper, and then he muttered and asked:

"That, that!"

Then the purple-robed man who was the master of the Dao Palace Zongheng Courtyard looked at his daughter's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, smiled lightly, and then said:

"Yanyan, do you want to ask if this Murong He is powerful, or is our Majesty powerful?"

Then Chu Yanyan nodded emphatically, his eyes were full of seriousness, and then the purple-robed man continued to smile lightly, patted the seat next to him, and let the latter sit down, and the gentle and vicissitudes of life continued to come out:

"Daughter, this matter is not so simple, for Murong He's actions, Dad can roughly understand, but the content involved is too profound, so Dad will not mention it for the time being, just talk about what you want to know.

"Murong He, who challenged our majesty, to put it bluntly, is the final counterattack of the rivers and lakes against the temple, but this counterattack, in my opinion, has no hope of success!"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yanyan's eyes lit up suddenly, and then blurted out:

"According to what you mean, Dad, Murong He doesn't have any chance of winning this time?"

"Exactly!"

Chu Zhengyang nodded, gently put the book in his hand on the dining table in front of him, opened his mouth and continued to speak:

"Putting aside age, cultivation and other factors, Your Majesty is the lord of Great Xia, with the entire vast land of Shenzhou behind him, not only the great cultivators among the four armies, the Radiant Army and the Dire Division, but also the first artifact of the vast land of Shenzhou, the mountain and sea map, the blessing of the profound heritage, beyond the reach of Murong He, what does Murong He have?

"The only thing he has is the so-called kendo inheritance and righteousness of the rivers and lakes. ”

The purple-robed middle-aged voice fell faintly, and the middle-aged beauty next to the stove served all the food to the table, and then looked at the father and daughter communicating with each other below, and asked suspiciously:

"Husband, Yanyan, what are you talking about, but where did something big happen?"

"It's a big deal. ”

Chu Zhengyang raised his head, looked at the middle-aged beauty who was still charming, and then said:

"About temples and rivers and lakes, Juan'er, are you sure you want to listen?"

"That's still not good, as soon as I hear these so-called big things, my head hurts, just let your father and daughter discuss it. ”

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged beautiful woman filled everyone with a bowl of soup, sat on the side, and drank it in small sips.

Then Chu Zhengyang turned sideways, looked at his daughter's gradually brightening eyes, and continued to speak lightly:

"Yanyan, for us, there is no so-called rivers and lakes, no matter how strong the monks are, when they are exhausted, quantitative changes will cause qualitative changes, on the vast land of Shenzhou, no one can resist the edge of His Majesty and the military array, and the rivers and lakes that those monks in Gwangju are talking about at this time, in my opinion, are just mediocre people disturbing themselves!"

At the same time, the Bing Sect in the Autumn Moon Fortress of Endless Mountain, the Great Xia School Palace in Shenjing City, the Sun Moon Sect in the depths of Hexu Mountain in Guizhou, the Linglong Sect in Canglan City, and the major sects called in Great Xia.

Among all of the above-mentioned sects, there was a cultivator in charge who fell into a long silence and thought after hearing the news, and then all of them sighed in unison and muttered softly:

"Murong He's sword is to cut a way out for the Jianghu sect, but the general trend of the world is like this, mediocre people disturb themselves, mediocre people disturb themselves!"