Wang Po was born in Tianliang and was not a southerner, but because of the grudges and hatreds with the Great Zhou court, the people in the south were very willing to accept him.

So when he became the owner of Huaiyuan, he did not feel vigilant or hostility, but instead received welcome.

Compared with Su Li, his character and character are more popular among the southerners, and they are more trustworthy and trustworthy.

In other words, he is more suitable as a southern flag than Suli, but first, he needs to raise the flag.

The whole south was waiting for the day when he broke through the realm and entered the sacred world, but no one thought that this day would come so early and would appear so suddenly that no one was ready.

Today, his iron knife cut off the sky of Kyoto and raised the flag fluttering in the wind. The south finally ushered in its own flag.

In addition to those legends that cannot be verified, he is the youngest person to enter the sacred realm.

Or in the future, in the younger generation represented by Akiyama, there will be someone who will surpass his achievements, but no one can be sure of it.

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On the Luoshui dike, three chariots slowly retreated, and the cold willow branches swayed gently in the wind, unable to keep them.

Looking over there, the second master of the Tang family's face was very gloomy, but he did nothing. The two gods and hundreds of cavalrymen were also silent.

The three chariots looked inconspicuous, but they represented the entire Tiannan and had clearly expressed their attitude.

They can't do anything anymore, otherwise, it means that the court and the Tang family in Wenshui will turn against the entire south.

No one can bear this responsibility, even if he is a big shot sent by the Tang family in Wenshui to Kyoto, it will not work.

There is only one person in the entire Kyoto, and even the entire mainland, who can now bear this responsibility.

Daozun merchants sail on boats.

The second master of the Tang family retracted his gaze from that side and looked somewhere north.

The two things I have to do today have already failed, and the rest is even more important.

The position of the Pope represents the resources and power of the state religion as vast as the vast ocean, and there can be no more problems.

Chen Changsheng must die.

Clouds and snow, like flocks driven by whips, walk slowly in the dark sky.

The saint of Baidi City is temporarily balancing the situation away from the palace.

Southerners will not care about Chen Changsheng's life and death and the existence of the national religion. People like the head of Qiushan's family are even more willing to see Chen Changsheng die.

No one should come to save Chen Changsheng.

In this way, today it can be said that it is barely tied.

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The three chariots drove out of Kyoto without any obstacles.

Wuliyuan, covered with white snow, showed all its figures on the other side of the Baihe River. After crossing the bridge, you can step onto the official road back to the south.

Guan Feibai signaled the carriage to stop, said something to the head of the Qiushan family, bowed and prepared to leave.

The curtain of the chariot in front was lifted up, revealing Wang Po's pale face.

"What are you going to do?"

Guan Feibai said: "That guy should be in trouble now. I'll go and see if I can help."

When he said this, his tone was very natural and felt very natural, so even if the voice was very stable, he showed a particularly righteous feeling.

Wang Po laughed and thought to himself that Lishan Sword Sect was indeed extraordinary, and these young disciples were much better than Senior Su Li.

"No need to go." He continued: "That guy has his own arrangements and doesn't need to help more."

Walking from the Shilang Mansion to the North City, they talked a lot about the Luoshui River, including Wang Zhixiang, Zhouyuan, sword path and sword soul. Naturally, they also talked about what they were going to do.

The guy asked him to help hold the iron tree, and there was no other request.

Wang Po did more and cut off the iron tree, so that guy could naturally do the rest.

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The snow fell on the ruins and on the guy's shoulders.

A sword light came out from the wind and snow, like lightning.

At this moment, the sword light was more than ten feet away from him, but it would arrive the next moment. The sword of the powerful man in the Gathering Star Realm could ignore this distance.

Chen Changsheng didn't look at it, but still stared at Xiaode, ignoring the sword light, and seemed a little too proud of the pickaxe.

This is not the case. When this sword light appeared, he had already produced the sword, but no one noticed it except Xiao De, who was very close to each other.

A crisp sound of swords echoed through this house deep in the Beibingmasi Hutong.

It was the sound of two swords intersecting.

The wind and snow suddenly dissipated, and a master from the Qing official department was forced to appear and retreated with a muffled groan.

A gap the size of a rice grain appeared on the sword he was holding.

This is his sect mountain sword, which he cherishes very much, but he didn't have time to feel heartbroken at this time and was full of shock.

He stared at Xuekong in front of him, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

In the snow, an ancient sword floated, making a humming low sound.

What kind of sword is this? It can actually cut off the mountain sword of his own sect?

More importantly, where did this sword... come from?

While he was still in extreme shock, another sword light penetrated the wind and snow and stabbed Chen Changsheng.

This sword light is even more sinister. It starts two feet below the ground, with an extremely tricky angle, and it has a bit of the smell of the witch clan's sword technique.

Chen Changsheng saw the sword light, but he still did not move.

The cold wind suddenly chaotic, and an old sword appeared before the sword light, as if it was born in the air.

The two swords met, and the sound of the sword was in chaos.

With a strange scream, an assassin from Tianji Pavilion fell into the snow pile in a very embarrassing state from the tree, and a wound appeared on his left shoulder, dripping blood.

"What's going on!"

The Tianji Pavilion Assassin got up, waved his sword wildly, and desperately resisted the pursuit of the old sword, shouting in shock.

Several thunder-like collisions followed in the snow.

Several powerful military officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty who were raiding head-on made several slurs and were shaken back to the bottom of the courtyard wall.

Their hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and their expressions were very serious.

Several swords appeared in the air again in Xuekong, but unlike the previous ghostly swords, these swords were obviously much thicker.

Even after hundreds of years of grinding, these heavy swords still contain extremely terrifying power.

A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.

No one took action again.

With a clear sound, the old sword that pursued the killer of Tianji Pavilion flew back to the snow and stopped in front of Chen Changsheng.

More than ten swords were quietly suspended in the air around his body, carrying the snowflakes falling from the sky, guarding all directions.

These swords have different shapes and different auras, and have one common feature, that is, they are very old.

There are several swords that can even be seen rust, but it cannot hide its sharpness.

Looking at this scene, the strong men in the court remembered the rumors, their expressions became extremely solemn, and even began to show fear.

If that rumor is true, then this should just be the beginning.

Sure enough, just the next moment, they heard a lot of noises.

It's choking!

It was not the sound of the sword body and the scabbard, but the sound of the sword edge breaking through Xue Kong.

Countless swords flew out from Chen Changsheng.

It was like countless fish that kept rushing out of the deep pool.
Chapter completed!