"Fu Zhaojun, you and your Fu family will regret your order!" Looking at Fu Zhaojun, who was surrounded by soldiers for protection, he couldn't help but burst out with blue veins. He could no longer hide the anger in his heart, and he roared angrily, his handsome face filled with anger. Somewhat deformed.
He really didn't expect that Fu Zhaojun would actually order an attack on the Jiuyang Sect. In his mind, Fu Zhaojun would at most just walk around in front of the Jiuyang Sect like everyone else in the past, then lead the team and leave.
After all, his senior brother Li Jixun was a minister in the same palace as Fu Zhaoju's uncle Fu Yanqing, and now, like Fu Yanqing, he has become the governor of the town. Although it is far from Fu Yanqing's influence and power, it is said that Fu Yanqing usually appreciates and values his senior brother very much.
But I never expected that Fu Zhaoju would not accept this trick, and it was completely unexpected.
Although on the surface, the Jiuyang Sect is indeed under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the political power of the past dynasties, who would interfere with the existence of the Nine Suns sect, a cultivation sect, in Zhaozhou.
What's more, his master, Haichanzi, is now a god-like existence. It is his master Shaoyang Zhenren, who is also a famous cultivator in the Central Plains. And his powerful and powerful Cui family, who would offend him!
Over the past year, my master has been at the critical juncture in practicing his unique skill "Yinfu Zhenjing", so he naturally pays little attention to such mundane matters.
A few days ago, a message was sent to his senior brother. The senior brother led seven senior brothers to guard outside the master's alchemy room and accept the master's orders at any time. Because there are bound to be risks in spiritual practice, the brothers really dare not leave even an inch for the sake of the master's progress. And leave all the daily affairs of the Jiuyang Sect to myself.
But he never thought that he would encounter such a thing, that the Nine Sun Sect would encounter such a thing. This can be said to be the first time that the Nine Sun Sect has encountered such a thing since its founding. Looking at Fu Zhaoju who was giving orders with determination, Chen Wuji knew that there was no turning back and looked at the fellow disciples beside him, as well as the fellow disciple named Qu who desperately wanted to attack Fu Zhaoju.
Seeing that the soldiers here had already surrounded the gate of Jiuyang Palace of Jiuyang Sect, Qu's beard, who had been tossing in the air, had a proud smile in his eyes.
It seemed that he was trying his best to fight against the guards around Fu Zhaoju. In fact, he was just using some tricks, obviously just hoping that Fu Zhaoju would attack the Nine Yang Sect. The sword in his hand used the force to strike, and then swung away after touching the opponent.
Chen Wuji naturally had no idea what this junior fellow student named Qu was thinking. He only knew that this junior fellow apprentice was a leading art master. He was known as Qu Wushang with his left-hand sword in the world that day, but he didn't know why he joined the master's sect later and changed to the Nine Yang Sect. "Nine Yang Sword Technique".
A war can be started by a small thing! A decision may affect a person's life.
Looking at the soldiers coming like a tide, Chen Wuji's mind went blank. He knew that he had failed in the first step. He clearly knew that the decision had little to do with him, but he could not let go of it in his heart at this moment.
In the Jiuyang Palace of the Jiuyang Sect, there is a rooftop of Zhen Guan.
A man with a face as white as jade and a handsome demeanor, wearing a moon-white cassock. His smooth head makes him look full of holiness. He looks like he is only in his thirties, but his eyes full of wisdom make him... People feel that he must be an enlightened monk.
Next to him is a man with the same elegant temperament. He stands elegantly with his hands behind his hands. He looks like a Taoist priest in his fifties with an ancient face full of immortality. His dark eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if nothing could change his will.
Both of them looked at the melee that broke out at the Zhaozhou Bridge, and they became tense for a moment. The more than two hundred soldiers who had been at both ends of the bridge moved quickly and surrounded more than twenty of Chen Wuji's men. In the courtyard of Jiuyang Palace of Jiuyang Sect, a large number of disciples of Jiuyang Sect poured out, wanting to join this war with a huge disparity in numbers. However, when they saw the soldiers rushing towards them in a dark crowd, the expressions of many sword-wielding disciples changed.
"What do you think, real person?" The monk with a graceful face spoke calmly and revealed endless elegance, as if he felt that the action in front of him was just a game. He did not look at the Taoist priest next to him, but his eyes were watching the fight on Zhaozhou Bridge.
Because the declaration of war was issued, the five hundred elite cavalry ordered by Fu Zhaoju rushed directly towards the gate of Jiuyang Palace. Originally, we were only less than two hundred meters away, so we didn't even have to run to rein in the horse. But the sound of horse hooves running together seemed to shake the ground.
In the first round, all the knights in the front row were holding long spears, holding swords across their waists and charging straight towards their horses. They whipped their horses straight away from the start. The knights in the second row at the back all held bows and arrows, and sharp sabers on their sides, and slowly took a few steps forward to prepare for a charge. When the first row of one hundred knights rushed to the front of the manor, the second row of one hundred knights stretched their bows and rushed forward, shouting.
"Abandon your weapons and surrender without killing!"
"Come prepared! Foresighted!" The ancient Taoist priest said calmly: "Nine Yang Sect is a place of cultivation. Although it has some ability to protect itself, it is limited to physical fitness. But for the sake of its disciples As a cultivator, there is no need to compete with him for this leisure! It’s just a pity for the ancestor’s hard work!”
"The real person is enlightened!" Looking at the Nine Sun Sect disciples rushing out of the gate, most of these are some outer disciples recruited by the Nine Sun Sect. These are the majority of people who usually walk outside. When they saw the rushing horse formation, they originally wanted to resist with their swords in hand, but the spears that arrived first had penetrated their bodies, and blood flowed out in an instant.
"Amitabha!" The monk with a graceful face couldn't help but recite compassionately when he saw the red blood, and clasped his white hands together.
"Qu Wushang!" Guzhuo Taoist priest whispered softly, as if he was thinking about something in his heart, but there was no change in his eyes. Even though he was looking at the bleeding in front of the gate and the wailing of the injured disciples who fell to the ground, he did not react, but whispered the name softly in his mouth.
But he kept looking at Qu Wushang, who was still jumping and showing off in front of Fu Zhaoju. Because the soldiers kept approaching with spears, his movements finally slowly stopped. It seemed that he would either abandon his weapon or be knocked down by the sword.
Chen Wuji did not draw his sword. Although he could escape, what price would he have to pay?
Even if Fu Zhaoju is captured, Chen Wuji knows that these soldiers will not stop, because this kind of killing is no longer a scene that Fu Zhaoju can control.
Looking at Fu Zhaoju quietly, there was already a river of blood in front of the door. Do you want to fight to the death or give in?
Chen Wuji was confused. Thinking of his senior brother's instructions to him, Chen Wuji exuded an astonishing murderous aura.
"Have you decided to resist?" The middle-aged man named Lai next to Fu Zhaoju looked at Chen Wuji coldly and said. However, his eyes couldn't help but look at the roof of Jiuyang Palace, where the graceful monk and the ancient Taoist priest were standing. As if his eyesight could penetrate the essence, he locked the positions of the two people.
