Chapter 690: Conflict will start

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read2();　　 Gwangju Metropolitan City, the Dongseong Gate, which had already been turned off, suddenly lit up. Under the gate, the commander-in-chief of the Gwangju Division and the garrison guarding the Metropolitan City The commander-in-chief appeared together, and at the same time countless torches lit up outside the city gate, forming an endless dragon.
Then, under the gaze of a pair of eyes, a silent group of sergeants appeared in the darkness. Afterwards, the commander-in-chief of Gwangju Sitianjian, who had been closing his eyes and rested, opened his eyes and jumped forward. When he appeared again , Has come in front of the angry beast army, saluted Sima Annan, and said:
　　 "Young Master Sima, Gwangju Si Tianjian, and Ben Lei Army have assembled outside the city. You can start the call directly with a single order."
　　Sima Annan was wearing a coarse cloth, but his handsome appearance and confident look still made people dare not to look down upon him. Then he raised his hand in return, and a clear voice came out:
　　 "Your Majesty's will must have been cleared. Your lord, you are familiar with this neighborhood, please lead the way."
　　 "Wanjian Mountain is in the east of the Metropolitan City, please here!"
The commander-in-chief of Gwangju Sitianjian led the way sideways, but at the moment he turned around, looking at the angry beast army behind Sima Annan, his eyes flashed with a thick look of horror, because in the darkness he felt Every sergeant of sergeant is no longer a human being, but an ancient beast with a violent aura!
　　 Wanjian Mountain mountainside, Jiange attic, after tens of thousands of disciples returned from their burial in Jianhu, the light that had not been lit for a long time shined again, looking from a distance, it looked like a continuous sea of ​​stars in the sky.
The injuries suffered by the disciples of Wanjian Pavilion this time are not shallow, because most of them were broken by the sword soul by Shan Wenbai’s incomparable magical powers. The Taoist soul is the medium for the monks to communicate with the world. Once the foundation of practice is damaged or even broken, it will take at least a year and a half to recover. This is a water mill.
In the center of the Zongmen, there is a particularly tall attic, which is in the shape of a huge sword. Combined with the layout of the whole Zongmen, it is in the trend of returning ten thousand swords to the sect. This is the place where Murong He lived. The figure of Sheng sits in the center of the attic.
Jiansheng's face was pale, and she had just confronted Shan Wenbai. She had endured all the vitality bonuses of the entire sword pavilion disciples. Even if she was born with Jianxin, she still overspent all the power of the soul and physical strength, but the girl was not concerned at this time. Without this, he looked at the void in front of him blankly, his face was full of unbelievable color, and he kept muttering:
　　 "No, I know you, you would never do this, your majesty!"
In the end, the word "Your Majesty", the girl said very solemnly, and then she bit her lip, gently took out a small light blue porcelain bottle from her arms, looked down, and after a while, an old man walked in slowly from outside the pavilion. After arriving in front of Jiansheng, he also sat cross-legged on the ground, gently speaking:
"The Sovereign has an order. During the time period when he continues to retreat and attack the saint, you will be the young pavilion master with decision-making power. Therefore, we old guys have discussed it, let me report on the situation at this time, and Ask about the next arrangements.
"At this time, the disciples of the sword pavilion have basically returned to their attic, but most of them have been severely injured, and the trauma of the Taoist soul is the most troublesome. It can be said that this is the weakest time since the establishment of the ten thousand sword pavilion. Pavilion Lord, I am worried that the court will meet."
　　 The old man’s voice has not yet fallen, but the girl who had bowed her head immediately raised her head and said directly:
　　 "Grandpa Rong, I understand your Majesty, he will not do this."
　　 The girl’s voice was categorical, and then a little complicated emotion appeared on the old man’s face, and he continued to speak with hesitation:
"Young Pavilion Master, I know that before your Majesty returns to the capital of God, there is still a good relationship with our sword pavilion, but the semi-holy voice and magical powers that have just struck are seen by all the disciples, and I can ask the entire Shenzhou vast land. In addition to the Great Xia court, who can easily send an unknown upper triple semi-sage?
　　 "At the same time, it is precisely because of the existence of this good relationship that now the minds of the tens of thousands of disciples in the entire sword pavilion are filled with an uncontrollable anger."
　　 "There must be something tricky in this."
Jian Sheng opened her mouth, as always, a firm voice came out. Then she opened the purification potion in her hand, and suddenly a pure primordial aura spread out. Jian Sheng raised her head and drank it, and then she took the little girl in her hand. Lifting the porcelain bottle in front of the old man's eyes, he continued to speak:
"Grandpa Rong, you know, I have been staying on the mountain since I was admitted to the pavilion. It was my first time going down the mountain half a year ago. Because the Master and Your Majesty had a good bond, so I went to Shenjing City together with His Majesty, although only It only took a few months, but it was much more than what I had seen in more than a decade. The most important thing is that I know what his Majesty is and the energy he possesses.
"Therefore, if this is really your majesty's will, then the person who comes is definitely not just an upper three-fold semi-saint. The Radiant Army will come, the Night Dire Division will return, and even the long-famous Upper Fourth Army The same will come, and Emperor Fuyao, who has the entire Daxia as a backing, will do nothing if he doesn't make a move. Once he makes a move, he will shake the earth."
　　 Although the girl’s faint words were not heavy, they sounded deafening to the old man, and then the latter’s face sank into condensedness, nodded and continued:
"You are right, Young Pavilion Master, just now we were shocked by anger, so it seems that my Wanjian Pavilion may be caught in a calculation. In this vast land of China, there are people who dare to calculate the Zhao clan and the Emperor Fuyao. This is simply looking for death!"
"The real danger is our sword pavilion. As you said, Grandpa Rong, Master Wanjian pavilion is currently in retreat and a large number of disciples are injured. He is in the weakest period in history, and he is involved in a conspiracy again. A little carelessness is People perish and destroy the sect."
Jiansheng raised her head and stared at the eyes of the old man in front of him. After calming down a little bit, this thoughtful girl showed an overall view far beyond the ordinary, but after all, she was still too young, so the next breath was outside the central attic. Suddenly there was a violent commotion, and at the same time a young disciple rushed into the attic and shouted:
　　 "The disciple from the Jianmen on the mountainside reported that the entire Wanjian Mountain was completely surrounded by the army at this time, and the people of the Tianjian in Gwangju had already arrived outside the mountain."
　　 Before this disciple's voice, Jiansheng and the old man's complexion changed drastically, and at the same time they drank:
　　 "It's bad!"
　　 As expected, the next sentence made Jiansheng subconsciously crush the porcelain bottle in his hand.
　　 "After the disciple Moriyama came to report, a large number of disciples full of anger have already been killed down the mountain in groups with swords!"