Chapter 713: Wanjian Old Story

Wang Po was born in a cool place, not a Southerner, but because of the grudges and hatred between the courts of the Great Zhou Dynasty, people in the South are willing to accept him.
So when he became the master of Huaiyuan, he did not greet vigilance and hostility, instead he received welcome.
Compared with Su Li, his character and character are more popular with Southerners, more trustworthy and dependable.
In other words, he is more suitable as a south flag than Su Li, but first of all, he needs to raise this flag.
The whole south has been waiting for the day when he broke into the sacred, but no one thought that this day would come so early, it would appear so sudden that no one was ready.
Today, his iron sword chopped off the sky in Kyoto and raised a flag that fluttered against the wind, and the south finally ushered in his own flag.
Except for those legends that can no longer be verified, he is the youngest person to enter the sacred realm.
Or in the future, in the younger generation represented by Akiyama Jun, there will be someone who surpasses his achievements, but no one can be sure.
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On the Luoshui Embankment, the three vehicles walked back slowly, and the cold willow branches gently swayed in the wind, unable to retain them.
Looking over there, the second Tang family's face was somber, but he didn't do anything. The two gods and hundreds of riders and Yujun also remained silent.
The three chariots are unremarkable, but they represent the entire Tiannan and have clearly shown their attitude.
They can't do anything else, otherwise it means that the imperial court and the Wenshui Tang family will face up with the whole south.
No one can afford this responsibility, even if he is a big man sent by the Wenshui Tangs to Kyoto.
The entire Kyoto, and even the entire continent, now only one person can bear this responsibility.
Tao Zun business boat.
The second prince of the Tang family withdrew his gaze looking over there and looked somewhere in the north.
One of the two things to do today has been defeated, and the rest is more important.
The position of the pope represents the vast resources and strength of the national religion, and there can be no more problems.
Chen Changsheng must die.
Clouds and snow, like flocks driven by whips, walk slowly in the dark sky.
The saints in Baidi City are temporarily balancing the situation in the palace.
The Nan people will not care about the life and death of Chen Changsheng and the existence of the state religion. People like the head of Qiushan are even more willing to see Chen Changsheng die.
No one should come to save Chen Changsheng.
Calculated in this way, today can be said to be barely tied.
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The three cars drove out of Kyoto without any hindrance.
The snow-covered Wuliyuan showed all its figures on the side of the Baihe River, and after crossing the bridge, it could embark on the official road back to the south.
Guan Feibai signaled that the car was stopped and said something to the owner of Qiushan, saluting to leave.
The curtain of the front car was lifted, revealing Wang Po's pale face.
"What are you going to do?"
Guan Feibai said: "That guy should be in trouble now. Let me see if I can help."
When he said this, his tone was very natural, and he felt very natural, so even if the voice was very stable, it also showed a particularly straight and strong feeling.
Wang Po laughed, thinking that Lishan Jianzong was truly extraordinary. These young disciples were much stronger than Suli's predecessors.
"No need to go." He went on to say: "That guy has his own arrangements, no need to help more."
From Shilang Mansion to Beicheng, they chatted a lot on the banks of Luoshui. About Wang Zhice and Zhou Yuan, Dao Dao and Jian Po, they also talked about the things to be done.
The guy asked him to help hold down the iron tree, and besides that, he had no other requirements.
Wang Po did more and cut down the iron tree, so that guy would naturally be able to do the rest.
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Snow fell on the ruins, on the guy's shoulder.
A sword light came out of the snow, like lightning.
At this moment, Jianguang was still more than ten feet away from him, but the next moment would come, and the sword of the strong star of Juxing Realm could ignore this distance.
Chen Changsheng didn't look at it, still staring at Xiaode. He ignored the sword light and seemed a little too proud and arrogant.
This is not the case. When this sword light appeared, he also had a sword, but no one except Xiao Duke, who was very close.
A crisp sword blared through the house in the deep alley of Beibingmasi.
That is the sound of the intersection of the two swords.
The wind and snow suddenly dissipated, and a master of the Qing Dynasty official was forced to show his figure and snorted back.
There was a rice-sized gap in the sword he was holding.
This is his Zongmen Mountain Sword, which he cherishes very much, but he was so sad at this time that he was shocked.
He stared at the snow in front of him, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost.
In the snow, an ancient sword floated, humming low.
What sword is this? Can he actually cut his Zongmen Mountain sword?
More importantly, where did this sword come from?
While he was still extremely shocked, another sword light broke through the snow and stabbed Chen Changsheng.
This sword light is even more insidious. It rises two feet below the ground, and the angle is incredibly tricky.
Chen Changsheng saw this sword light, but still did not move.
The cold wind was turbulent, and an old sword appeared before the sword light, as if it were born out of nothing.
When the two swords meet, the sound of the sword is chaotic.
With a strange cry, an assassin in Tianji Pavilion fell into a snowdrift from the tree, and a wound appeared on his left shoulder, bloody.
"How is this going!"
The Tianji Pavilion Assassin got up and swung his sword wildly, desperately resisting the pursuit of the old sword, and shouted in shock.
There were several sounds of thunder and thunder in the snow.
Several powerful military leaders of the Great Zhou Dynasty who made a frontal raid, snorted several times with difficulty, and were shocked back to the bottom of the courtyard wall.
Their sword-shaking hands tremble slightly, their expressions dignified.
Several swords appeared again in the snow, but it was different from the previous ghostly swords. These swords were obviously much heavier.
Even after hundreds of years of washing, these great swords still contain extremely terrible power.
A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.
No one else shot.
With a clear whisper, the old sword that chased the killer of Tianji Pavilion flew back and stood still in front of Chen Changsheng.
More than ten swords, suspended in the air around his body quietly, followed by snowflakes falling from the sky, holding all directions.
These swords have different shapes and different breaths. They have one common feature, that is, they are very old.
A few swords can even see rust marks, but they can't hide the edge a little bit.
Looking at this scene, the strong men of the court thought of the rumor, their expressions became very dignified, and they even began to show fear.
If that rumor is true, then this should just be the beginning.
As expected, at the next moment, they heard a lot of voices.
Choking choking!
It wasn't the friction between the sword body and the scabbard, but the sound of the blade breaking through the snow.
Countless swords flew out of Chen Changsheng.
It's like countless fish pouring out of the deep pool.
Between the courtyards, masterpieces of sword intentions and masterpieces of sword light conceal the colors of snow and wind.
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