Chapter 282: . Surrounded

In the deserted sea to the west of the eastern Xinjiang, islands are scattered scattered.
On a deserted island, a piece of cooking smoke suddenly appeared.
A few young people with luxurious clothes but shabby clothes set up a fire, trying to roast seabirds with their feathers and broken belly.
But as soon as the cooking smoke rose, someone appeared in front of him and stamped out the fire.
The owner of the feet is a young Taoist priest, coldly looking at the men and women in costumes in front of them: "Three orders and five applications are not allowed to light fire! Should you still be in the palace of Yingyun City?"
The men and women in Chinese clothes were furious at first, but after hearing the other half of the sentence, they had to press down and admit their mistake to the Taoist priest: "Dao Master, we just want to make a fire and make some cooked food..."
"Look for your parents." Taoist said coldly.
At this time, a middle-aged man came over: "Young people are ignorant, don't be offended by the Taoist leader."
The Taoist priest glanced at each other, his expression relaxed: "Watch them well, otherwise it will be no good for everyone."
"Definitely, definitely." The middle-aged man said quickly.
After the Taoist priest left, the man's expression became gloomy, and he coldly scanned the next few juniors.
Those young girls in Chinese clothes all bowed their heads.
"Is he wrong?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
Everyone quickly replied: "Uncle Wang, we will never dare anymore."
The middle-aged man stared at the group of juniors in front of him for a long while, and finally sighed.
He picked up the raw meat on the branch, steamed it with his own masculine energy and blood, and then gave it to everyone: "Although the Taoist priest is rude, he is right. This is not Yingyun City. We must be careful and be patient. ."
Everyone hurriedly responded and took the food and ate.
Seeing their embarrassed appearance, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh secretly again.
He couldn't bear to look anymore and left here.
In the distance, a young man was waiting for him: "Father."
The middle-aged man nodded silently and took the lead.
The young man followed behind him, hesitant to speak.
"What do you want to say, speak." The middle-aged man asked.
After hesitating for a while, the young man finally spoke: "Father, my son heard that there was news circulating on the shore that the Nanchen royal family has all come down, and Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty is now under the order of Chang'an to manage the land of my great Chu..."
The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you want to say?"
The young man hesitated for a while, and finally summoned his courage: "Father, Chang'an is so powerful that we can hardly resist the crime of non-war. We are not ashamed of our ancestors. We might as well... also surrender!"
After all the words were spoken, he was calm, waiting for his father's trial.
The middle-aged man was not angry.
After a long silence, he sighed softly: "It's late."
The youth was surprised: "How come?"
"You just said that Dongtang Li Qiong took the position of the so-called Chu Di Chief in Chang'an and took up the place of our great Chu."
The middle-aged man’s tone was full of fatigue:
Not only we can’t go back, but there are countless Chang'an people who want to use our heads to do meritorious service, but don’t want us to join Chang'an to grab seats with them.

Hearing this, the youth also showed despair in his eyes.
"Is there no way?" The young man's voice was difficult.
The middle-aged man looked further west.
"Go west, it is the legendary Middle-earth."
He slowly said: "If we really can't stay here, let's take a risk and cross the ocean to the west, or there may be a chance for life."
The young man looked around, and then whispered quietly: "Father, it's better to be sooner than later."
The middle-aged man said: "It is rumored that the Middle-Earth is strong. As outsiders, how can we stand so well? However, some people have already come to inquire first. We wait to reply. Let me know."
"Father's words are very..." The young man nodded.
However, before he could finish his words, shocking pressure suddenly came from the distant sky.
Both father and son were shocked.
They turned and looked into the distance, and they saw a cloud of mist floating from the distance.
"Yunwu implies a fierce and fierce image, which seems to be sword energy... the kendo of Wutian Peak in Northern Qi!"
The middle-aged man looked solemnly: "This level of cultivation must be Lin Ying's personal visit, and the people from Chang'an City are here!"
There was a feeling of despair in his heart.
Because Lin Ying is not here alone.
The direction of Changan's attack is not limited to one side.
Instead, there are experts in all directions.
The surrounding sea area and several islands are all surrounded by Chang'an masters.
In contrast, the island has also risen a strong aura.
The head teacher of Zicheng Mountain in the West Chu, Zhang Bining.
Yang Ting, the head of the Yang family in the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The former dean of Xuanhe Academy of Xichu, Jia Zhang.
The three ninth level masters appeared together, their expressions more serious than ever.
Beside them, the master of the Western Zhou martial arts faction, the island owner of Biray Island, who crossed the West Sea, looked even more ugly.
Although there are still a few people scattered on other islands, this is their temporary base camp.
Mingming had just moved over, but was found by Chang'an, and they were all blocked together.
How can the news leak?
Have a rape?
Several people have the same idea in their hearts.
At this moment, I saw someone flying up on an island and throwing into the Chang'an camp.
When the father and son saw this, their eyes flashed.
The people who flew up were actually from the same clan of the Xiang family of the Western Chu royal family.
The clouds spread a little beside Lin Ying, revealing a man with a cold expression, as if there is no emotion.
The man opened his mouth and said: "According to the Chang'an order, the Xichu Xiang family has sincere surrender and will not hurt their lives."
Everyone in Xi Chu recognized him: "Tang Ze? It's actually you?!"
Someone yelled: "My Da Chu has always treated you well, and you actually joined Chang'an, which in turn made people come and kill us?"
Tang Ze's expression did not change at all: "Tang was just worried about the favor of the king in the past, so he served Chang'an in order to exchange more family members for immortality."
Although many people in the Xichu royal family were so angry, they shouted.
But there were also people who were shaken in their hearts, even secretly surprised.
"The demon words deceive the crowd, take your life first."
Zhang Bing, the ninth realm of Taoism, the head teacher of Zicheng Mountain said coldly.
At the same time as he spoke, a sword light flew into the sky, and the target was directed at Tang Ze.
Tang Ze stood motionless in the air.
In the clouds and mist beside him, a sword light flew out.
This sword light did not look as agile as Zhang Bining's sword light, nor was it like the opponent's sword light that could fly far away.
But at this moment, in the area between 100 meters, he is stronger and faster than the other party!
With a flash of sword light, Zhang Bining's flying sword had been repulsed, and Tang Ze was safe and sound.
The figure of Lin Ying, the ninth martial king, head of Wutian Peak, emerged from the clouds.
On the other side, the Xichu royal family was bought and attracted by Chang'an Tianxian Temple. The few people who secretly informed them were about to flee the island and rush towards the Chang'an camp. The space around them suddenly distorted.
It turned out that Jia Zhang, the old dean of Xuanhe Academy of Xichu, made the shot.
The ninth realm of the great Confucian family, country, and the world, immediately took them all and put them in the independent world.
However, before Jia Zhang's family and the world had time to fully unfold, it suddenly burned.
Jia Zhang condensed his eyes and looked to the side.
There, Cao Ranran, the dean of Xiyuan Academy, appeared and calmly bowed his hands: "Brother Zhongyu, it's been a long time."
Jia Zhang did not answer, but his expression became obviously serious.
He was looking around.
In addition to Lin Ying and Cao Ranran, there were three ninth-level masters, Zhuo Sin, head of Zhoudi Huanglei School, Yuan Zhe, Dean of Jiguang Academy of Jindi, and Zheng Tianfeng, Patriarch of the Zheng Family in Tangdi.
They encircled all directions, including the West, tightly and tightly.
But what worries Jia Zhang and others more is that they faintly feel that there are experts hidden around them, and the threat is greater.
Yang Ting, the Patriarch of the Yang Family who has been supporting the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty, slowly exhaled: "It seems that Chang'an is going to cut the grass and roots today."
Zhuo Sin hugged a fist to Yang Ting and said, "Patriarch Yang, you and I don't fight once or twice.
You and Ji Fang were in Zhoudi that year and called the sword double super, and their strength was better than Zhuo, Zhuo admired.
However, during this period of time, Zhuo studied hard and practiced, and asked himself to make a little progress. Today, I will ask Patriarch Yang for advice. "
After all, he directly slapped Yang Ting with a palm.
"Afraid you won't make it?"
Yang Ting immediately raised his sword out of its sheath and faced Zhuo Sin.
The blue wave of his Yang family's swordsmanship unfolded, like a vast expanse of blue waves, endless oceans, the sword's mighty force, and it seemed like the stormy sea was extremely violent, really extraordinary.
The Western Zhou Dynasty had previously recognized that he was the second person in Xizhou martial arts after Zhou Wang Jifang.
Zhuo Sin had never taken advantage of him before fighting against him.
If the opponent hadn't been fighting and retreating before, just looking for a way out, Zhuo Gui might even suffer a bit.
But this time fighting again was only the first move, and Yang Ting noticed something was wrong.
In just three or four months, Zhuo Sin has grown in strength.
Under a palm, it seemed as if the nine gods thunder fell.
Yang Ting's Bibo knife couldn't catch the opponent's palm for a while.
At the beginning, the Yunmo, the Taoist cultivators, and the likes of Yanxishi in the Eastern Tang Dynasty had advanced in strength, and Zheng Tianfeng, who was watching him, also broke through from the eighth to the ninth in less than a year. , So now Zhuo Sin's strength is increasing, is it also because of Chang'an City... Yang Ting flashed a thought in his mind.
However, Zhuo Xin slashed his palm again, centering on the back of Yang Ting's knife, his fingers were numb, and his mouth was splitting.
"This is the Thunder Palm of the Nine Heavens. It was developed by Zhuo after the master of the Great Wilderness Thunder Master, guided by Mr. Chang'an Wuyun. Please help me with Patriarch Yang."
At the same time Zhuo Sin spoke, his subordinates were not slow, and his palms ran out of chains, really like the heavens above the nine heavens, the divine thunder was constantly splitting down, just like a punishment from heaven.
Yang Ting couldn't answer the question for a while, and resisted with all his might. He was beaten so that he could only parry, and had no power to fight back.
The corner of his eye swept away, and he saw Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy of Jindi, unfolding his homeland and the world, taking all the people from the nearby islands all at once.
At the same time, Zheng Tianfeng descended from the sky, as if a sacred mountain was flying, and then landed.
An island kept shaking.
Zheng Tianfeng is like a giant spirit god, pushing the royal family warriors of the Western Zhou Dynasty across the island.