In the main hall of the city lord's mansion, Chu Yang sat quietly, comprehending the martial arts and tempering the sword energy.

The door opened, Duan Lang walked in, stood respectfully aside, and whispered: "Senior Brother, Nie Feng and the others have entered the city!"

"Have you arrived?" Chu Yang opened his eyes, and the depths of his eyes were like a deep pool, "Are you ready?"

"Don't worry, senior brother!" Duan Lang smiled confidently, "I will completely suppress the arrogance of not crying and death."

Chu Yang nodded, "In recent years, I have been suppressing you so as not to be exposed and cause unnecessary trouble. Now that we have reached this point, you can also show off your magical powers, smile, be proud of the world, and become famous all over the world."

"I will definitely not let my senior brother down!"

Duanlang was very excited.

At first, he was very awe-inspiring at Chu Yang. It seemed that his age was different, but his strength was one heaven and one earth, and he could not make any plans.

After that, he first gave the practice method and gave the blood Bodhi, which selflessly taught and taught him, which made him extremely grateful.

What he admired even more was that this senior brother actually developed Wushuang City to a very strong level, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, making Wushuang City a paradise that was praised, attracting many people to settle down.

"Follow closely!"

Chu Yang waved his hand, then closed his eyes, continued to comprehend the martial arts and improve himself.

The world is the meeting, Xiongba sat in the hall, looking at the mountains and rivers, and holding the world.

"Gang Master, news just came from over there that Fengyun and the two hall masters have arrived in Wushuang City."

Wen Chou Chou waved his feather fan and said carefully.

In recent years, Xiongba's power has become stronger and more domineering. Even if it is him, he must be careful. He knows Xiongba's personality better than anyone else. He is a lone wolf, with only himself in his heart and no one else. Even his daughter is imprisoned to avoid becoming his own flaw.

“Have you arrived?”

Xiongba murmured, a complex look flashed, and then was replaced by ruthlessness. He suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand, and held the open palm hard, as if he wanted to hold the whole world in his palm.

He remembered the comments of the Clay Buddha again.

"The golden cord is not something in the pond. It turns into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds, and is helped by wind and clouds. Now I have already soared into the world, and I am just right. As for the nine-gazing dragon roar, the changes in the sky, the wind and clouds will swim in shallow waters, success and failure... How is it possible? How can I dominate my fate, how can two children control it? The hegemony has not been achieved and the world has not mastered it. There must be no mistakes or threats. Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, you must die!"

The fierce light flashed in Xiongba's eyes, "Do you have a white-clothed Shura? You became the knife in my hand and cut them two, but your identity? Is it really a disciple of the Sword Saint? Otherwise, why would it be so strong?"

"besides……!"

Xiongba narrowed his eyes and thought of the strange look of the Clay Buddha when he was dying, a touch of complex and difficult-to-understand confusion, and a final murmur: "Can fate really change?"

"Can fate really change? It must be, absolutely!"

Xiongba became even more determined.

In Wushuang City, the streets are brightly lit and crowded, and they are still very lively.

"Senior Brother Yun, what did you see?"

Nie Feng was wearing white clothes, with long hair fluttering, graceful and handsome. He looked at both sides of the street and asked the people around him.

“Very prosperous!”

Bu Jingyun said coldly.

"Yes, it's very prosperous!" Nie Feng said with emotion, "The streets are wide, paved with stone slabs, clean and tidy, with no sewage and stolen goods, people come and go, with red light on their faces and leisurely colors, which clearly shows a rich and peaceful scene. Wushuang City is indeed the place of the paradise, and I'm afraid even the imperial city cannot match."

“So what?”

Bu Jingyun said lightly.

"But we have to destroy such a place with our own hands?"

Nie Feng clenched his fists.

Bu Jingyun was silent.

Nie Feng sighed quietly.

The two of them walked in the city, watching, and until late at night, they walked towards the city lord's mansion.

"Just kill directly!"

This is Bu Jingyun's strategy. As for what he made up his mind before he could act, Bu Jingyun directly rejected it. He believed that his strength and that he could kill the city lord with the power of the two of them.

Be clean and neat, without any delay.

The full moon hangs high, and the night is lonely.

As soon as they arrived outside the city lord's mansion, the two were stopped.

"Two, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Chu Yang still walked towards the two of them with a mask on his face, followed by Duan Lang, Mingyue, Dugu Ming, Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyu. Apart from that, there was no one else.

"The Lord of Wushuang City, Shura in White!"

Bu Jingyun stepped forward, his eyes filled with cold light, and he didn't care about the discovery of them.

"The Lord of Feiyun Hall in the world, Bu Jingyun, does not cry, and is indeed worthy of the rumored killing god. He is cold and cruel and bloodthirsty!" Chu Yang nodded. He was not very interested in this person. He turned his eyes and looked at Nie Feng, "Do you still remember Bing Xin Jue?"

Nie Feng's expression was shocked, "You are indeed that person!"

He remembered that a few years ago, that night, a man in black kidnapped him and then taught him the revised Bing Xin Jue and Ao Han Six Jue. He was not sure that he was the current lord of Wushuang City.

"Nie Feng, long time no see!"

Duan Lang walked out, looked at Nie Feng, and smiled.

In the past, Nie Feng was his only good friend, and it was the real reason why he stayed in the World Association until Chu Yang appeared.

"Duanlang, long time no see."

Nie Feng showed excitement, and his face froze. Obviously, when he thought of the current confrontation between the two sides, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Okay, we all know what your purpose is to come to Wushuang City. Since it is already in opposition, there is nothing to say!" Chu Yang said, ordering, "Duanlang, you take Bu Jingyun down; Dugu Ming, you go and deal with Nie Feng."

"Yes, the city lord!"

In front of outsiders, Duan Lang always called him formally. After bowing his hand, he walked towards Bu Jingyun.

"Don't cry, Bu Jingyun." Duan Lang showed a strange look, "You have always been arrogant in the world. Let me learn about it today. What are your so-called death gods that don't cry?"

"Duanlang? A rebel gang, I will clean up the portal now!"

Bu Jingyun was not long-winded, and he went forward to the fourth stance of Paiyun Palm. His palms were as sharp as the sea of ​​sequels, invincible and majestic as they were.

Obviously, he has cultivated the Paiyun Palm to a great success, and his palms are round.

"It's overwhelming!"

Duan Lang was not afraid at all, and slapped out with one palm, shocking Bu Jingyun back.

"How could you pass the cloud palm!"

Bu Jingyun was shocked, and he also felt that Duan Lang's palm power was obviously higher than that of him.

"Is Paiyun Palm? It's not a master martial arts. If you know it, you will be able to do it. What's so strange about it!"

Duan Lang Monster laughed, rubbed his body and attacked Bu Jingyun.

The two fought together.

The same cloud palm, the same power, the clouds are filled with clouds and the black fog is rolling, covering half of the street. If Chu Yang had not made the arrangements long ago, it would have attracted a large number of onlookers.

On the other side, Dugu Ming used the Sky Frost Fist to fight Nie Feng, one was covered by the cold frost and the other was as fast as the wind. Dugu Ming actually suppressed Nie Feng.

Among the Three Awesomes, Tianshuang Fist has the strongest power, followed by Paiyun Palm, and finally Feng Shen Leg. Dugu Ming's cultivation is also one head higher than Nie Feng, so he can naturally suppress him.

Chu Yang and the others watched with relish.

"Senior brother, are my hands itchy, too?"

Mingyue showed a eager look, and her arms were shaking constantly with her arms around Chu Yang.

"When it's itchy, do you want it...!" Chu Yang raised his eyebrows, glanced at Mingyue's tender and red mouth, and then looked at her jade-like little hands, and suddenly became distracted. The heart lake caused ripples. The next moment, he was suppressed again, and said with a smile, "You three go around the retreat. If anyone escapes, stop me!"

"Very good!"

The bright moon rose into the sky, used the Feng Shen's legs, and in a moment it landed on the opposite side, blocking the way.

"yes!"

Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyu responded respectfully, blocking the other two directions.

The two of them had long regarded Chu Yang as the most respected person. Their lives were originally saved by Chu Yang. Later, they were placed, and martial arts were taught and vigorously cultivated. In their hearts, this senior brother, who was not much older than them, was the role of the master, both brother, master and father.

They never violated Chu Yang's orders.

Nie Feng saw Mingyue from the corner of his eyes, and Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyu used their body movements. His mind jumped violently, revealing a bitter look: Feng Shen Legs, all three of them actually know Feng Shen Legs, how could it be?
Chapter completed!