Hearing this, the four of them understood what Ye Gucheng meant.
He wanted to use this battle to lay the foundation for the Sword Sect to unify the world.
"But with our current strength, it will be difficult to defeat the major factions joining forces." Guo Songyang said calmly.
Ye Xiang also nodded and said in a deep voice: "Although we have integrated more than twenty Jianghu forces in the Hexi area and have more than a thousand disciples, most of these forces have to surrender due to the strength of our Sword Sect. Now all the major sects have joined forces to stop our Sword Sect. The enemy is strong and we are weak. If a fight breaks out, these forces may not necessarily take action. They may even defect before the battle and join forces with other major sects to deal with us."
"Without other reinforcements, it will be difficult to win with our current strength alone!"
Ye Gucheng narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to speak when a calm voice suddenly sounded from a distance:
"Who said there are no reinforcements?"
Everyone was startled and quickly looked back.
I saw two figures walking slowly from the mountain road in the distance.
The leader was wearing a black robe, with an aloof and cold face, holding a long sword with a black scabbard. As he moved, a murderous and deadly sword intent rushed towards him.
The pupils of Guo Songyang and the others shrank, their hairs stood on end for a moment, and they subconsciously clenched the long swords in their hands.
Master!
But before they could make any move, a smile appeared on Ye Gucheng's lips, and he suddenly took two steps forward to meet them.
"You came."
Guo Songyang and others were stunned. Did the sect leader know these two swordsmen?
"Yes, here we come." The swordsman in black said calmly.
"You should have come earlier."
Ye Gucheng said in a low voice: "You are half an hour late from the agreed time."
"But I'm still here."
The four people in Guo Songyang and the young man holding a strange long sword behind the black-robed swordsman suddenly had black lines all over their heads.
Is it necessary to get so deep?
This black-robed swordsman turned out to be Yan Shisan.
The young man in white behind him was the owner of the Tears Sword, Gao Jianfei. After losing to Yan Shisan, he voluntarily became Yan Shisan's follower.
Yan Shisan said calmly: "Not only am I here, but your old friends are also here."
"Old friend?"
Ye Gucheng frowned, but the next moment, he seemed to notice something. He suddenly turned around and looked at the mountain road leading to Jianzong.
There, a swordsman in white was slowly walking towards the mountain.
Behind the swordsman in white, there is a young man in black, holding a sword made of a piece of iron.
Seemingly aware of Ye Gucheng's gaze, the two of them also looked up.
"Buzz buzz..."
At this moment, the swords in the hands of several people on the field suddenly trembled violently.
Guo Songyang and others looked horrified and stayed where they were.
Two more peerless swordsmen!
In this arena, is the peerless swordsman already so worthless? !
…
The tenth day of August is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Sword Sect, eighty-one swordsmen came out of the mountain, and their sword energy swept across a hundred miles, heading towards the Golden Palace.
Suddenly, the world was shaken.
No one could have imagined that Jian Zong would dare to go to the Golden Palace even though he knew that the major martial arts sects were reinforcing the Golden Palace.
A swordsman would rather break than bend.
Go ahead to dangers.
The news of Jian Zong's appearance spread quickly to all directions.
Powers of all sizes in the martial arts world, including those who did not accept the invitation of the Golden Palace, all sent people to the Golden Palace to watch the battle.
All eyes are focused here.
A storm gathered quickly!
…
In Hexi City, more than twenty leaders of forces originally affiliated with the Sword Sect gathered here.
After hearing the news that Jian Zong went to the Golden Palace alone, everyone was surprised.
They had also received news of reinforcements from the major sects in the Golden Palace, and they were all not optimistic about this battle. They had already planned that if the Sword Sect forcefully summoned them to the Golden Palace to help out, then they would defect and fight with the major sects. Join forces to deal with Jian Zong.
Although this is somewhat disgraceful, it is better than losing one's life.
But they didn't expect that people looked down upon them at all and had no intention of letting them help.
Including Ye Gucheng, only eighty-one swordsmen went to the Golden Palace.
Is this sword sect so strong?
After hearing the news from the spies, more than twenty faction leaders couldn't help but look at each other.
Suddenly, someone sneered and said: "Eighty-one people want to compete with more than 3,000 masters from various major sects. What a fool's errand!"
"It would be better if he doesn't let us go together. Once the Sword Sect is destroyed, we will be free!"
"good!"
"Taking a step back, even if Jian Zong really wins, but he didn't send a message asking us to go for reinforcements, then Ye Gucheng won't be able to blame us."
"We are just sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers. If the Sword Sect wins, we will continue to be affiliated with the Sword Sect. If the Golden Palace wins, we will have nothing to lose. On the contrary, we will regain our freedom. Why should we stay depressed for a long time? "
"Mr. Zhao's words make sense, and I think so too!"
"Ha ha……"
Everyone spoke one after another, and the big stone hanging in their hearts finally sank.
But at this moment, one of the old men suddenly said quietly: "I'm afraid that if the Sword Sect wins, they will liquidate us."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and then fell silent.
In fact, they have already thought of this.
It's just that they all believed that Jian Zong had a low chance of winning, so they subconsciously ignored this possibility.
But now that this old man has exposed it, they have to face this problem.
There was a moment of silence.
One of the leaders looked at the old man and said in a deep voice: "What does Leader Jiang mean?"
This old man is a master of the Wuji Sect. No one knows his name. Those who know him call him Old Boxer Jiang.
When Old Boxer Jiang heard this, he was silent for a moment, then stood up and said:
"Since the establishment of Jian Zong, it has been promoted to the top sect in just a few months. Although we are forced to become a subsidiary sect of Jian Zong due to the strength of Jian Zong, in the past few months, we have also enjoyed the benefits of Jian Zong. Even if the imperial court wants to touch us, it depends on Jian Zong’s face.”
"Since you have chosen to surrender to the Sword Sect, let's follow the same path to the end."
"When others are prosperous, we take advantage of them, but when we are facing a crisis now, there is no need for us to add insult to injury or sit on the sidelines, otherwise we will probably die miserably in the future."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked a little ugly.
What Old Boxer Jiang said meant something to them. How could they not hear it?
One person said in a cold voice: "If you want to die, you can go alone. No one will stop you, so why bother pretending to be arrogant?"
Looking at the repulsive looks of everyone, Old Boxer Jiang remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "We don't agree with each other, everyone, please take care of yourself."
After that, he stood up and left.
After he left, the man just now snorted coldly and said: "There are only a few dozen people from the Sword Sect, and there are more than 3,000 people from each major sect. Wanting to win is nothing more than a dream!"
Another person waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, if he wants to die, then let him do it!"
"I want to see whether he is right or whether our choice is the right one!"
As he said this, the man sneered.
…
as time flows.
Soon it was August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
More and more martial arts forces rushed to the Golden Palace to join in the fun.
In just a few days, the number of people in the Golden Palace doubled again.
Among them were Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang.
A group of seven people came to the small town at the foot of the Golden Palace Mountain. They were all eye-opening when they looked at the dense crowds of people from various factions around them.
"This Qing Dynasty has not been so lively for a long time!"
Zhu Zao couldn't help but sigh.
Chu Liuxiang nodded. He traveled around the world and made many friends. There were many people he knew among the crowd.
While greeting his acquaintances, he said: "It's true that it hasn't been so lively in a long time."
Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and others were not so optimistic.
In Daming, they had a lot of fun.
But as long as there was excitement related to the West Factory owner, almost every time it would end with countless people dying and eventually a river of blood.
Although the scene in front of me looks lively, I'm afraid that it won't be long before this place will become a purgatory on earth...
"well……"
Sighing in his heart, Lu Xiaofeng scanned the crowd, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Huh? They are here too!"
Everyone followed his gaze and saw a stall not far ahead. A group of people from the world gathered around, listening to an old man's story.
And beside the old man, there was a cute little girl standing.
"Brother Lu, do you know that storyteller?" Chu Liuxiang asked doubtfully.
Lu Xiaofeng nodded, walked over quickly, and shouted excitedly: "Senior, you are here too!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Old Man Tianji looked up. When he saw Lu Xiaofeng and the others, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
I am really unlucky!
How come I can meet these nosy guys everywhere...
(End of chapter)
