Chapter 1240: Warriors Imperial City

Xiao Qiu!
After seeing Xiao Qiu again in many years, Fang Bai was suddenly at a loss, avoiding Xiao Qiuzhuo's gaze, and lowered his head.
"Why don't you dare look at me?" Xiao Qiu's voice was slightly resentful.
The Xiao family's strong men looked at each other, did not expect that Xiao Qiu dare to question Fang Bai, and he did not seem angry, is it?
Fang Bai looked up, why didn't he dare to see her? Fang Bai also felt a little inexplicable. Nothing happened between them from the beginning to the end, and he deserved it!
"I haven't seen you for a long time!" Fang Bai replied, scolding himself for being stupid.
Regarding emotions, Fang Bai can be as firm as Xiao Yu, but in the face of this situation, he feels helpless.
Lu Xi, Yun Si, Wang Yuzhen, Xiao Qiu ...
In all fairness, the four are good women who are rare and worth cherishing by any man, but Fang Bai has a light rain, and this life is enough!
Xiao Qiu froze. It seemed that Fang Bai's lame sentence did not know what to say.
"Qiu'er, you retreat." Madam Xiao cried Shen: "The matter between the Xiao family and Fang Dianzhu has nothing to do with you!"
Xiao Qiu looked at the spirit above Suspension Mrs. Xiao, her face dimmed, "She is my mother, I will not allow anyone to hurt her!"
"Qiuer!" Madam Xiao yelled, "I'm not going back!"
Xiao Qiu gritted his teeth, stopped between Mrs. Xiao and Fang Bai, Fang Bai smiled secretly, and received Mrs. Xiao's spirit in front of Xiao Qiu, he really couldn't do it.
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"As long as you let go of my mother, I am willing to pay any price." Xiao Qiu said firmly.
"Ugh!"
Fang Bai sighed, "I don't intend to treat Mrs. Xiao, and I don't need you to pay any price, you go!"
Xiao Qiu stared closely at Fang Bai, and slowly retreated to Mrs. Xiao, "Mother, let's go."
Mrs. Xiao glanced at Fang Bai and found that he did not have any objection, and retreated with Xiao Qiu.
As Xiao Qiu turned around, Fang Bai said softly, "Take care!"
A deep voice sounded in Xiao Qiu's ears, and Jiao's body trembled suddenly, turning her head to look at Fang Bai, her eyes flushed, and tears flickered, "Fang Bai, I hate you!"
The clear voice has sorrow, sorrow, loss, love, but no hate!
The two figures flew away, silent around.
Xiao Yan looked at the departing figure, his eyes were full of unwillingness, when the revenge of his aunt, when can he report?
Tianyue gave Fang Bai a dissatisfied look, and the latter noticed and looked back awkwardly, and Tianyue's eyes grew colder.
"I……"
Fang Bai opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Besides, he had nothing to do with Xiao Qiu, why explain?
On the ruins, the Xiao family's powerful men looked sad, and the Xiao family became a thing of the past. As far as Fang Bai said after five hundred years, they were free, but no one cared.
A glance at the crowd, Fang Bai said, "After one month, head to the Warriors Dynasty!"
The Xiao family's strong body was lightly shocked, realizing that Fang Bai was not so simple against the Xiao family, but he wanted to unify the desert!
But no one can think of them, Fang Bai's goal is not green waste, but the wild four realms and eight wastes!
The Xiao family was annexed, and the combined situation of the War God Temple surged to more than 450 people. Although the combat effectiveness may not increase much, it can have a strong visual impact.
Looking at the wild, how many sects can have such powerful strength?
Looking back at the Temple of Yin and Yang, Fang Bai smiled.
The strength of the Wushuang Dynasty is similar to that of the Xiao family. The strength of Fang Bai can be easily won. The reason for waiting for a month is to give everyone in the Xiao family a time to adapt. The change of identity requires time to adapt.
Warriors Dynasty.
After the annexation of the Ten Great Valleys, the strength of the Warriors Dynasty soared. After a century of development, its prestige increased, and it gradually became dissatisfied with the situation of the three-thirds of the world.
To the north is the Xiao family, powerful, once a collision occurs, it must be a life-and-death battle.
To the south is the Temple of War, which is vulnerable, but one Fangbai can let the Wushuang Dynasty give up all its plans.
In this way, the Wushuang Dynasty seems to be in trouble, and it must push forward northward. Apart from this, there is no other way!
The Wushuang Dynasty never imagined that someone would do it before them, and a storm was rolling from north to south toward the Wushuang Dynasty.
The sky is clear and the light shines. A stream of light passes across the northern sky, and it is straight towards the Wushuang Imperial City. It is Fang Bai.
One month after surrendering to the Xiao family, Fang Bai immediately set off. He didn't want the news to spread to the Warriors Dynasty, which aroused their alarm. One month was the limit.
The magnificent imperial city can't see the margins, Fang Bai feels that it is also good to be the temple of war!
The void fell towards the imperial city, and a steady stream of people lined out of the city. The monsters dragged their vehicles and galloped. Everyone could avoid wherever they passed.
Fang Bai frowned lightly, and ignored it, simply moving slowly in the crowd towards the gate.
For years without this feeling, it seems to be back in the crowd.
"Are you old?"
Fang Bai laughed secretly, perhaps in the eyes of others, he is also an old monster-level existence.
Surrounded by people who are too virtual, return to the virtual reality, occasionally peeping inside, looking around the crowd, everything is empty, impatient and contemptuous smiles appear at the corners of the mouth.
For some reason, Fang Bai suddenly liked this feeling. If they knew that there was a sixfold mix of mixed conditions, they would not know what kind of expression it would be.
Unconsciously, half an hour had passed, and Fang Bai was not in a hurry. Suddenly a quarrel sound came in front of him, which aroused his interest.
Sword nine?
"People in the barren south are not qualified to enter the Wushuang Imperial City, and are not ready to roll!"
It has been a long time since the deserted land despised the South, and it is not something that has happened in recent years. Even if the South is now the world of the Temple of War, it still cannot change its deep-rooted thinking.
A hundred years ago, Bai Weizhen was barbaric, and the next was a century of disappearance. Someone inside the Warriors Dynasty gradually became dissatisfied with the Temple of War.
Why is the Temple of War exclusive of the South? And you have to stick your hand out of the south?
"I'm from the Temple of War. Why can't I enter the Wushuang Imperial City?" Jian Jiu's angry voice sounded.
"Why?" The sneer sounded again. "I really take the Temple of War seriously. What else is there in front of my Warriors?"
The news of the Battle of the Eight Holy Gates spread to Qinghuang, and Fang Bai became prestigious for a while, but some people dismissed it and thought that the rumors were too exaggerated.
What is quasi-san?
That is the most powerful and savage existence. Many people have never had a chance to see the quasi-sanity in their lives. Can Fangbai let the quasi-san retreat?
If you really have that strength, why should you be afraid of Zhan Tianzong?
There was no news for a hundred years. Some people thought that Fang Bai must have died under the siege of a certain large gate, or Zhunsheng heard the rumors and was angry and took it down.
"Arrogance!"
Jian Jiu said angrily: "Dare to despise the Temple of War and get away from me!"
Under the rage, Sword Nine slammed his palm towards the speaker, who was taken aback and screamed back.
Although the Warriors Dynasty is strong, the guardians of the city gates are not so strong. The sevenfold cultivation of the Taoism is enough to make people shocking.
Over the years, Jian Jiu still stays at the peak of peeping. Although his strength is not strong, this person is not able to resist it.
Besides being caught off guard, Jian Jiu flew directly out of the palm and slammed his back against the city wall with blood spurting and his face pale.
The guard around looked dumbfounded and the man looked at Jianjiu again, suddenly awakened, no wonder they were slow to respond, I don't know how many years I haven't encountered this situation, even dared to attack the guard under the Warriors Imperial City.
"Take him down!"
The man leaned against the wall, his face sullen, and growled angry.
The Warriors of the Imperial City knows that they are not Sword Nine opponents, but they still rushed forward without fear of death. The Warriors of the Imperial City had a simple and effective rule. Whenever encountering the enemy, he would not shrink and kill without pardon!
Even if the current situation is a union, they can only rush up regardless of life and death.
When Jian Jiu saw this, he hurried up into the air and galloped southward.
These guards are far from his opponents, but don't forget that this is the Wushuang Imperial City!
"Leave me!"
The sound of anger drinking came from the city. The sound just sounded, and the man had gone beyond Jian Jiu San, and was approaching a bright light and chopped towards Jian Jiu.