"Go quickly"
Dugu Fang suddenly threw a steaming white teacup over.
The incident happened suddenly. The housekeeper's head was cut open on the spot, and blood flowed all over his face. In addition, he looked ugly and looked no different from a ghost at first glance.
"roll"
Dugu Fang, who was already in a bad mood, became even more annoyed when he saw this scene.
"Yes Yes……"
The housekeeper covered his head and ran out crawling. He couldn't understand why, OK, the city lord was angry.
"well"
Dugu Fang sat on the chair with a slumped expression, motionless, as if all his strength had been taken away.
He has a secret that no one knows, that is, he is not the real Dugu Yang at all, and the real Dugu Yang has disappeared long ago.
All this time, because he pretended to be Dugu Yifang, the younger brother of the Sword Master, no top master dared to challenge him, so he had to muddle along for so many years.
After so many years, he, who already had good qualifications, learned the martial arts classics of the Dugu family, and his martial arts improved quickly. Although it was not as good as the previous Dugu Yifang, it was not bad.
However, he still couldn't help but feel guilty when he met a top expert. Of course, what made him even more guilty was meeting the sword master. He was afraid that the sword master with excellent martial arts would see through him and kill him.
"Hey, City Lord, where are you?"
Dugu Yifang murmured to himself, thinking about nothing else.
"City Lord, it's bad, people from the Ming Cult have invaded."
Several urgent voices came from outside the house.
Dugu Yifang flew out like a cannonball, passing by more than a dozen quaint and majestic buildings, and stood on a roof facing the street, just in time to see thousands of people rushing into Wushuang City. These people, especially The several hundred people in front were all highly skilled in martial arts, and they occupied most of the city without a single blow.
"Take my Wushuang City without killing anyone. This is the Ming Cult. Why have you never heard of such a powerful sect before?"
Dugu Fang drew his sword in his hand, with a puzzled look on his face. Considering the strength of the Wushuang City he owned in the land of China, he had never received any news about the Ming Cult before.
"The Lord of Dugu City, Mingjiao Zhang Wuji came to visit."
A young man in Tsing Yi with a handsome appearance and aloof temperament descended from the sky. His lips were red and his teeth were white, and his chest was slightly bulging. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that he was a woman disguised as a man.
"You! Female"
Dugu Yifang never expected that the deputy leader of Mingjiao, who had defeated Wushuang City steadily in the past ten days and destroyed a century-old foundation, was a beautiful woman.
After being the city lord for so many years, he has seen a lot of beautiful women. This is the first time he has seen such a beautiful woman.
"Woman, what's wrong?"
The handsome young master, also known as Hu Erniang, took out a finely crafted paper fan from his sleeves and fanned it with a smile on his face. The image of a handsome young master, reclusive and independent, appeared on the paper.
"Do you know who my brother is?"
Dugu Yifang threw the Sword Master Dugu Sword to scare Hu Erniang. At this time, he could not do anything except say this. There were too many people coming from the other side. If you go up like this, even if the opponent piles up, he can still be piled up to death.
"I know, Sword Master!"
Tiger Erniang raised her free left hand nonchalantly and pressed it down. She had done this action hundreds of times in the past ten days.
The Mingjiao believers and the Jianghu people who had been suppressed these days swarmed forward.
Swords, energy, gravel, and explosions filled this small world.
After a hundred breaths, the remaining resistance forces in Wushuang City were defeated, and many people knelt down and surrendered. This shows how unpopular the Dugu Fang is.
"You traitors! When my brother comes, you will all die."
Dugu Yifang, who was surrounded by everyone and was on the verge of collapse, screamed in shock and anger when he saw this scene.
"First attack Wushuang, then destroy the world. Only I can teach clearly and become the king of martial arts."
Hu Erniang held the Xueyin Kuangdao, slowly floated into the air, and slashed down with domineering force.
A blurred sword-shaped gas that was more than ten feet long slashed down. The powerful air wave not only destroyed a large area of buildings and roads, but also knocked Dugu Fang away. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Tiger Erniang slowly landed on the ground with a solemn expression.
"From now on, Wushuang City will be renamed Mingjiao Wushuang Branch."
"yes……"
Thousands of people knelt down in unison, and the scene was extremely spectacular.
Lying on the ground, Dugu Yifang's face was slumped and his eyes were dim.
…
As night falls, the sky is like a washed blue-black coarse cloth, and the stars seem to be glittering gold scattered on this coarse cloth.
Outside Wushuang City, three thousand Mingjiao disciples stood in the breeze with solemn expressions.
On the wooden platform more than one foot high in the middle, Tiger Erniang, who still looks like a handsome young master, is sitting behind the desk, holding a book in his hand and reading the book intently in the flickering candlelight.
Suddenly, a thousand steps away, there was a blurry figure, shadowy and hazy, as if it would disappear at any time.
"who!"
Hu Erniang picked up a candle and threw it casually.
Oh, the candlelight passed through the blurry figure, but left no trace.
Hu Erniang put down her book and her expression became solemn. She had never seen such a thing before.
The blurry figure twisted, split into two, then into three... or even hundreds, scattered in the air and on the ground, the scene was very horrifying.
If you look carefully, you will find that the ones behind are all afterimages, and the one in the front is the real body, a man with white beard and hair and a majestic appearance, carrying endless power, as if he wants to destroy the world.
Tiger Erniang wanted to get up to fight the enemy, but found that her body could not move, and the air around her gave her a solid feeling.
"This is the power of the Sword Master"
At this time, how could Erniang Hu still not know the identity of the other party. It's just that the other party can even immobilize her wind and thunder wings, which she never expected.
boom……
The sword master, who was walking in the void, his body emitting dazzling light like a furnace, came closer, his majestic face devoid of any emotion.
More than 60% of the three thousand Mingjiao disciples around the wooden platform were from the Wushuang City branch. Seeing this scene, many people felt regret in their hearts. The Sword Master was too powerful, and he could defeat invincible opponents from all directions. The deputy leader of the Ming Cult is no match. People like them can only be slaughtered.
If they could do it all over again, they would not stay here and be buried with them.
"Roar……"
Hu Erniang tried her best to force open the wind and thunder wings, but no matter how she stimulated her strength, she failed. The mysterious power from the Juggernaut isolates everything.
At the critical moment, a phantom of a winged tiger emerged from the body and faced him with the aura of the king of beasts.
As a result, the sword master, the tiger mother, and the primordial spirit collided together, blooming with dazzling light.
