"The city of Shangdu is in chaos, and it is difficult for foreigners to make a living in Shangdu."

A faint voice sounded, as if the elders were full of sympathy for the younger generation, but just after the next breath, the sound suddenly turned sharply, and every word broke like ice. "The place in this Seventh Street and Sixteenth Alley is very big. It is easy to make a small piece of place, but it is just someone who wants it... but it will make it difficult for us to do it, and maybe it will cause a disaster."

The foreigner smiled faintly when he heard this and said, "So after thinking about it, it's better for you to join forces to do me. This is not difficult to do in your opinion."

"It's interesting."

The sound of turning sharply quickly turned into secluded again.;;;; Novel .+.br />

As the figures separated in the alley ahead, an old man who looked thin in the dark was walking to the front in a wheelchair.

"We know that you are Zhujianglong, and the disciple behind you should be in the seventh realm. Otherwise, the old ghost Qi would not have died inexplicably without even making a few sounds."

The old man smiled faintly, "But Seventh Street, Sixteen Alley is so big that one Seventh Realm wants to calm us down... Such a thing is always unlikely to happen."

"If we discuss it, we won't block the roads behind, and at least we will give people a retreat." The foreigner also smiled and said, "Even the sergeant on the way has not seen a team of soldiers on duty. They have already had such a relationship. It seems that the next thing is boring."

The old man raised his head unexpectedly and looked at the foreigner, "You are very smart, but how could you not have imagined that General Zhang did not mean that he was. How could even a team of soldiers on duty in the seventh street and alley tonight? Since you already understand General Zhang's meaning, why don't you leave overnight, why do you still come?"

"Maybe you misunderstood General Zhang's meaning. If he didn't want me to stay here, he wouldn't give me a chance to come here tonight." The foreigner looked at the old man with a strange look and sighed: "Chaotianmen Bi Lao Ghost, you have been in this seat for too long and have forgotten how he sat in this seat back then."

"You should change your mind."

The foreigner paused and said regretfully: "You may have forgotten that no matter how jailed you in this seat, it is the real nobles who let you sit in this seat. What you have to do is to make them satisfied first. I can appear here and appear in front of you tonight. Perhaps those nobles think that you have been sitting in this seat for too long and no longer know how to think. Maybe they think that you are not in charge enough, and that you need a new butler here, or just they want to see something new?"

The old man's faint voice did not sound immediately.

He was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly and said, "If the noble man already has such an idea, the only way to let them dispel such an idea is to prove that I can still sit in this seat and prove that I am better than they thought."

The foreigner shook his head and said sincerely: "This is not the only way. I hope you can consider a more gentle way."

"I'm old."

The old man's voice became faint again, "I do, but everyone in front of me will not give my seat to a foreigner like you. I need to prove my ability to those nobles, but you also have to prove your strength to all my brothers."

The foreigner thought about it and wanted to speak.

However, at this moment, he heard several shrill thorns.

"The flying swords in Yandu City are still much worse than Changling."

The foreigner sighed lightly, looked at the old man in the darkness ahead, and said more seriously: "We are so old, why are we still so impatient, and why are we still so unrestrained in doing things?"

The old man in the wheelchair did not respond.

For someone like him, since the decision has been made, there is no need to say anything else.

Several flying swords flew towards the outsiders in the dark with turbulent flows.

The follower behind him set out his sword.

There was a loud bang.

Several flying swords were shot away without any way to avoid them in one breath.

A horrifying scream rang out.

The old man who had just fallen into silence in the wheelchair also looked up suddenly, and his emotions were shocked to the extreme.

In his perception, the great sword following the foreigner followed was like a huge hammer.

Those flying swords were not only knocked away, but were completely destroyed!

What an amazing power this is!

He knew that the minion was in the seventh realm, but the power the other party used to raise his hand instantly proved like him that this minion was not an ordinary seventh realm!

“I hope you can change your decision.”

The foreigner glanced at him and said this seriously.

A green talisman fell in front of him like a naturally falling leaves, and then slowly released a breath that only the seven realms could have.

A faint green flame ignited on this talisman.

This talisman is the real killer move.

Although the flying swords were fierce, they only led away the sword behind him for a moment.

However, at this moment, what shocked the old man and many people blocking the alley in the dark was that a crimson sword appeared in the hands of the foreigner.

The sword light flashed, and the foreigner's body shook violently, but the green talisman was picked out by the sword and broken in half.

The section of the green charm is very thin, but unimaginable flames are gushing out from it.

All the energy that is brought into gathering gushed out from this section.

Two amazing green fire streams in the sky collided, instantly pushing the two remaining talismans to both sides for dozens of feet in an instant.

The faint green but bright fire illuminated everyone's faces in the alley, including the elderly in the wheelchair.

The old man's wheelchair was also shaking violently. He looked at the two rivers of fire in the sky, and even the wrinkles were shining with a faint green light. He screamed incredible, just like a child who was bullied when he was a child, "How is it possible? Why are you also the seven realms!"

At this moment, a sword light lit up behind the old man.

The sword light just flashed and dull, but in just a moment, the sword light was like a red iron rod, bright and hot enough.

A follower behind the old man let out a sharp roar, frightened and turned around and came out of his sword.

His sword is fast and strong.

Anyone around him, including the old man he protected, believed that he could stop the sword.

But at this moment, the sword, like a burning red iron rod, suddenly turned around and stabbed the follower.

The follower was suddenly shocked and felt a sense of desperation.

He intuitively felt that he would die.

He returns to his sword.

However, with a sneer, the sergeant's body stiffened.

He found that the desperate sword intent fell towards him, but the sword body itself did not change its direction.

A long sword like a burning iron rod was inserted into the old man's body from the back of the wheelchair. The sword tip was exposed from the old man's chest, and a steaming steam was emitted.

The entourage screamed in a frenzy and dazed state.

He didn't know why he couldn't stop this sword.

The old man was also confused.

He also realized that whether the follower swung his sword and smashed it, or the foreigner suddenly showed his strength at the seventh level, it was just a cover for the last sword. However, at this point he could not understand why the foreigner was not in the seventh level in a battle not long ago, and why he had reached the seventh level after not much time. He could not understand why the sword was obviously not strong enough, so he could penetrate his body.

"Feel sorry."

The foreigner bowed to him from afar and sincerely apologized: "If you don't die, many people will die."

Feeling the shock of the people in the streets and alleys so shocked that they could not move, the entourage behind the foreigner put down the big sword in his hand and whispered: "Wang Taixu, you surprised me too."

"In fact, it depends largely on what a person has said to me in particular."

The foreigner knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, so he put his sword in his hands and stood with his hands behind his back. He shook his head and responded: "Before I finally left Changling, he told me that the most important thing in breaking the realm is no longer talent, but the most intense emotions."

The follower behind him was slightly stunned, as if he had realized something.

The foreigner continued to whisper: "I didn't understand at first, but later you walked with me and felt your sword intent as you were close to Changling. I gradually understood. Practitioners like you are often able to break through to a very high state in the end because of national hatred and family hatred... Your love, hatred and affection are far richer than ordinary practitioners, and your emotions are far more intense than ordinary practitioners. The more intense your emotions are... even the perception seems to be stronger. Human emotions are always the strongest power in this world."
Chapter completed!