Han Jiulang seemed to hear someone shouting in mid-air. The white-haired, one-horned tiger the size of a house below him suddenly stopped. The Fangtian Painted Halberd in his hand flashed a glimmering light, and he turned around suddenly. , two tufts of yellow hair on the temples were flying, a stern look flashed across his eyes, and the momentum in that moment was frightening.
Behind them, the two hundred knights of the Star Army were ordered to stop. For a moment, the roar of tigers shook the sky, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
The entire street fell silent for an instant, and countless warriors couldn't help but stop and look up, with fear in their eyes.
Xin Zhuo and the other three seemed to be missing out. Gou Xianxian and Li Guangling immediately took a step back, pretending to be nonchalant.
Only Xin Zhuo looked directly at Han Jiulang. He wanted to see what this kid was thinking and how he had changed.
At this look, I was a little disappointed. Except for the fact that his face was still the same, he seemed to be a completely different person. There was no trace of the familiarity anymore.
Han Jiulang looked at him, and for a moment he was in a trance, as if he was very confused. Then, as if he didn't want to be seen like a nobody, he blinked and disappeared into the palace in front of him with his subordinates.
It wasn't until Han Jiulang disappeared for a while that the street returned to normal. A group of people's backs were wet with cold sweat, and their beetles started to open. Someone said:
"It is rumored that at the end of the Middle Ages, the last great emperor died and all races were in turmoil and plundered the world. The great emperor ordered the warriors from all over the world to form a star army and stationed in Jiu Sihai to stop the invasion of all races. At the beginning, these nine The Si Xingchen Army are all ruthless people. They all cultivate their physiques and perfect martial arts. Even now, they are not easy to deal with. The marshal of the Ninth Division Army just now is so powerful and powerful that it is terrifying to see him."
Another person said: "There seems to be a Wuhuang clan from Dayuan in the east who only practices physical fitness and is famous for his strength!"
The man smiled and said: "What a coincidence, I heard that in the Middle Ages and ancient times, the Wan clan lived east of the East China Sea and south of the Jiusi Sea, adjacent to the Great Plains. The Wuhuang clan and the Jiusi Star Army were the vanguards to stop the Wan clan, but the two The family won’t deal with it!”
Someone said: "Isn't that a coincidence? The young master of the Wuhuang clan has also arrived."
As soon as the words fell, no one spoke anymore. It's OK to talk behind the scenes. Once the two families really have a conflict, what's going on with low-status warriors like us talking behind our backs?
The crowd dispersed, and Prophet Gou approached Xin Zhuo and sighed: "You seem to know the general of the Nine Stars Army?"
Xin Zhuo didn't say anything, so it was more than just acquaintance?
Ever since he knew that what happened back then was just a trial through the Looking Glass of a group of people, leaving aside the others for the time being, he had always had a glimmer of hope hidden in his heart, thinking that maybe Cui Ying'er and the others would be different, but seeing Han Jiulang today, all hopes in his heart were gone. Disappeared.
There is no difference, the people are still the same people but not those people anymore.
The big kid Han Jiulang back then made him feel a little depressed.
If his identity was revealed, he didn't even know how Han Jiulang would react. After all, he was an iron-blooded high-level warrior. He was very different from himself. But he was just a pony under his command. Would it be a big deal? He became so angry that he killed himself casually?
Maybe... only being strong enough to be frightening is the best choice for Xin Zhuo in his life. He cannot have illusions about anyone, and no one is worth relying on.
"Let's not talk about it." Li Guangling came up and said: "Brother, you came to the Holy City. Now that you are here, what do you think? Where do we start? You draw a path, we will do it as soon as possible, and we will finish it as soon as possible. Walk!"
Gou Xian also said: "That makes sense!"
Xin Zhuo looked around and didn't know where to start for a while, so he had to say: "Let's take a walk first."
On the dozens of streets, flowers are blooming everywhere, and crowds of people are passing each other, and all of them are dressed in brocade robes, either solemn or arrogant, and the maidservants following behind are also beautiful and charming, with extraordinary strength. If you are not careful, you may bump into an elder of the Holy Land, a True Legend of the Cave, or the master of a super sect peak that ordinary warriors have no chance to meet outside.
No matter how beautiful you are or how talented you are, if you can't reach that level, you can't afford to offend them.
The palaces on both sides of the street are even taller and more luxurious than the last.
Incomparably, there are all modern styles, medieval and ancient styles. Even Goulan is a palace, and a tavern is also a small palace. Occasionally, I see a place that is either run by Dongtian disciples or looked after by the elders of the Holy Land.
Looking at it this way, the "Holy City" becomes somewhat truly holy.
In such a place, it is easy for the mentality to undergo strange changes and the eyes to be distracted.
Especially when we arrived at a huge palace stone square ahead, there were densely packed various famous embryonic stones in front of the gate. A group of warriors selected them in public and cut them on the spot.
Next door, in a fragrant palace, a group of graceful girls shuttled back and forth like bees and butterflies, and some handsome and handsome princes sat cross-legged, drinking tea and chatting, surrounded by beauty.
Turning around a street, there was another gambling house. A group of warriors spent a lot of money to block it with stones and used the true source.
So, while walking, the two old ghosts Gou Xianzi and Li Guangling ran off to nowhere.
Xin Zhuo didn't bother to look for it, so he simply walked forward. He was not idle along the way. He was thinking about how to maximize the cost-effectiveness to obtain the true source and absorb it into the "Moon-Watching Bag" without attracting attention.
When night falls, a bright sea-dark stone lantern lights up on the street, and then the whole city lights up.
The moonlight in the sky is like silk yarn, the holy city on the ground is like daylight, the colorful palaces and the densely packed warriors and women are really confusing.
Unknowingly, we came to a lake in the center of the city. It was hard to imagine that there was a lake in this holy city halfway up the mountain. The lake is ten miles wide and has no end in sight. A huge sword is inserted straight into the center of the lake. A shadow of the sword hovers around it, flying back and forth. Sometimes it reaches the very high night sky, and sometimes it rushes to the bottom of the lake, rolling up large waves.
Just these sword shadows can kill all Hunyuan Xu warriors.
On the lake where the waves rolled, dozens of huge flower boats swayed, their hulls flashing with traces of martial arts patterns, not afraid of the shadow of the sword.
The lakeside was full of people watching the scenery, all talking loudly.
Xin Zhuo squatted down and washed his hands, then looked at the end of the lake. There was a huge and towering palace, brightly lit, exuding terrible pressure, but if you look carefully, there is a kind of tranquility that makes you feel peaceful. .
"Where is that place?" He subconsciously asked the person next to him.
After asking, I found out that this person was still an acquaintance, it was Qin Wuji who I had met on the road during the day.
Qin Wuji smiled indifferently: "The disciples of Taichong Holy Land who are stationed here have a feeling of coercion and peace and tranquility at the same time."
Xin Zhuo nodded and said, "Indeed!"
Qin Wuji said: "Taichong Holy Land has been established for countless years. There are many masters, who are good at Zhoutian Swordsmanship and Wuji Sword Escape. The disciples are extremely difficult to deal with, but they usually don't compete with others. Taichong means extremely quiet. In the realm of harmony, this Taichong Holy Land likes to produce saints the most.
Saints are hard to come by, but the world's master Su Lao often says that among the top ten saints of today's generation of saints and saints, Taichong Saint Zhe Feiyan should be among them.
This Zhe Feiyan is a ruthless character. I heard that she is a disciple of the Holy Land who is good at guarding Yuanji and Hunyuan Heavenly Swords, but she is the only one who can cultivate swords. "
Flying swallow!
Is she here?
Xin Zhuo's mood was a little complicated and he found it funny. Zhe Feiyan was the first woman he had ever married to a matchmaker, and she was the most obedient and sensible. Who would have thought that she would be like this?
When I see her now, I'm afraid I can only carry her shoes.
Qin Wuji suddenly looked towards the center of the lake and said, "There is a good show to watch."
"A good show?" Xin Zhuo said.
Qin Wuji said: "Do you think so many people came to Taichong Lake to enjoy the scenery?"
After speaking, he pointed in the direction of Taichong Palace opposite: "Look!"
"Someone is coming to Taichong Holy Land!" Warriors from all around exclaimed.
In the Taichong Palace, a jade flying boat was seen cutting through the sky, flashing over the middle of the lake. The boat's tail, carrying a huge knife shadow, suddenly disappeared, turning into flying lotuses all over the sky, with a strange fragrance.
The boat was emitting a gleaming light, and with the flying gauze curtains, it was possible to see more than a dozen girls kneeling in the boat holding swords.
The mist in the center of the lake is steaming, and in the hazy place, there is faint fairy music, which is light, sweet, and intoxicating.
Suddenly, a figure with a series of afterimages arrived in front of the boat in a blink of an eye. It was dressed in green clothes and had a graceful figure. It had a slender waist, but its back was as straight as a sword. Three thousand black hair was pulled into a double-knife bun.
Looking at her slightly hazy face, you can see that her eyebrows are like distant black, her skin is as white as jade, her facial features are extremely beautiful and highly recognizable, especially her pair of bright eyes, which seem to be able to see through everything.
If you only use the word "beautiful" to describe her, it is obviously not enough.
She is an extremely capable and indifferent woman, extremely beautiful and has a very special temperament. Compared with her, any woman seems to have become a bit vulgar.
"Taichong Saintess Zhe Feiyan!"
"The Heavenly Sword can kill immortals and is the source of the Three Ways of Discrimination. Two years ago, she defeated the secretive Ferry and his son in Fuxian Palace with one sword. The Taichong Saint is famous all over the world. When I see her today, she is really unique."
"What kind of man in the world is worthy of such a woman!"
The warriors around him couldn't help but praise each other, with admiration and respect on their faces.
"Behind every beautiful woman, there is always a man who is tired of playing. It's a pity that this Taichong saint has taken advantage of that bastard Xin Zhuo in the mirror. If I see him, I will have to kill him."
Qin Wuji, who had always seemed to be confident about everything and extremely knowledgeable, suddenly seemed to be a different person, his face full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Xin Zhuo was looking at Zhe Feiyan to see how she was different from before. Hearing this, he glanced at Qin Wuji.
"What are you looking at? You are a vulgar and vulgar person. I can kill you eight hundred times with one sword."
Qin Wuji glared at him with cold eyes, as if he wanted to vent his anger on him, and on the right person.
Xin Zhuo said casually: "I can also use your White Sausage Sword Qi, and I've seen your cultivation spells before. You and I should be at about the same level. You have no chance of winning, so it's better to keep a low profile!"
Qin Wuji's eyes narrowed violently, as if he heard the most terrifying thing in the world: "What did you say?!"
His voice was loud enough, but it was suppressed by the noise of the warriors around him.
One person said: "Isn't Xiao Jingyi, the Holy Son of Huangquan Sect, here yet?"
Another person laughed and said: "I heard that the Holy Son of Huangquan Sect also used the sword. The sword came out like a blue dragon, traveling thousands of miles in an instant. Thousands of ghosts followed the movement of the sword. He once defeated the Withered Sword Cave Saint and won Jianying. He also killed Qianyu Island in the North Sea. The medieval demon dragon that devoured thirty thousand people ended up eating a bowl of wonton noodles, using less than half a stick of incense!"
"Is this the reason why he challenged the Taichong Saint?"
"Isn't it enough?"
"coming!"
Someone pointed into the distance.
