The Forbidden City is a symbol of the power of the wealthy clans in the northern capital, and it is impossible to allow the Shilin Party to set foot easily. Something else can be discussed, but when it comes to the struggle for power, that is the mortal enemy!

No matter where you look at it, Liu Zhongyuan's move is not wise. Because there is no possibility of success at all, not to mention that there are still 30,000 garrisons in the city now, just with the five hundred fake pill masters in Hualeng Hutong, the sixty-four martial artists of this martial pavilion will definitely not have an advantage!

But no matter what others think, the Shilin Party members still arrived in front of Deqing after all.

Sixty-four martial artists, all of them are young people in their twenties and thirties, and the leader is the one with purple broken hair, at first glance, there is no difference from some of the current ancestors of the Northern Capital. Only a master who is proficient in the soul path can see the coldest killing intent in his slightly cynical eyes.

This is not only a martial arts master, but also a peerless powerhouse who is truly murderous!

The gate of Deqing Gate was closed, but a phalanx was neatly lined up in front of the door. A phalanx of at least 300 people, with a Pu knife in the front row and a muzzle in the back row!

Such a formation did not mean to despise the Shilin Party in the slightest, and it was almost regarded as a surprise war.

There is no need to investigate, above the gate tower of Deqing Gate and in the courtyard, I don't know how many soldiers are in ambush.

"The palace gate is forbidden, people stop coming!" In the phalanx, a middle-aged martial artist broke out in a deep voice.

Although Sun Ruoxing is not majestic, he secretly complains in his heart. He had been the leader of the guards of the Deqing Gate for more than five years, and he had never been so nervous as he was today.

A quarter of an hour ago, a large number of warriors were arranged under him, and there were even many masters of the Fake Dan Realm, but on the contrary, the above did not even explain a word about how to deal with this matter!

Party fighting, how big of a deal is this? How could it be that he could dispose of a small shrimp?

Under such a high tide, even a hard reef will be beaten to powder!

Sun Ruoxing couldn't retreat, so he had to defend himself. The Shilin Party is not simple, but he has no way out.

The purple-haired young man took a few more steps, and the sound of pulling the bolt on the opposite side was already a sound before it could be stopped. As soon as his left hand was raised, dozens of martial artists behind him stopped at the same time and stood still.

"My generation of martial artists, I have been away from home for a long time, and I want to put incense on the pillar for the saint Guan and worship one or two. How? The Green Forest Party members don't even have this mind? I'm afraid that sixty-four of us will be able to stage an attack and kill under your strict guard? ”

The corners of the purple-haired young man's mouth rose and he sneered slightly.

Even after 400 years, the Keshilin Party still looked down on the Green Forest Party.

Little family gas! Unable to say boo to a goose!

In particular, this group of young talents in the Wuge could not imagine how the Green Forest Party, which was corrupt in civil officials and spared the lives of military attachés, drove them out of politics and almost slaughtered them.

"The Forbidden City is strictly forbidden, please return it. Please understand Sun's responsibilities. If you want to enter the shrine, you will need to apply for a pass. ”

Sun Ruoxing tried his best to keep his voice steady, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful to anyone who came.

The palace gate guards sound majestic, but Sun Ruoxing knows that tonight is the right time, otherwise, he will not have the qualifications to talk to the young man opposite.

No one from the Hao clan in the northern capital came forward, firstly, they wanted to test the attitude of the Shilin party, and secondly, they were ready to sacrifice a small official at any time to settle the matter.

"Guan Shengren has been lonely in Shengxian Mountain for four hundred years, and he has never seen a real martial artist, and the heart of my generation is the pass! Get out of the way, we went straight to the Holy Immortal Mountain, never setting foot elsewhere. ”

The purple-haired young man's voice was clear and did not back down in the slightest.

I haven't seen a real warrior for four hundred years, and in this way, it is simply a blatant mockery of the Hao clan of the Northern Capital who actually controls the Forbidden City!

Sun Ruoxing no longer argued, and he also knew that tonight's level might not be so easy to pass.

"Sun's duty is not to be negligent and offended." Sun Ruoxing didn't move, and the muscles on his face trembled, "All the sergeants obey the order!" Those who trespass on Deqing Gate, kill! ”

At the exit of the killing word, a disgusting bloody breath suddenly appeared in the air.

"Ten miles away, the heroic soul of the saint Guan is looking at us, how can a warrior of my generation be a powerful man and stiffen his own backbone? Tonight, either a pilgrimage or a sixty-four of us corpses! Shilin Party Martial Pavilion, let the great masters of the Northern Capital see, what is the real martial artist! ”

The purple-haired youth's voice began to be as cold as a knife, faintly about to pierce people's eardrums.

His words were not aimed at Sun Ruoxing, he also knew that secretly, I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring here.

The people of the Martial Pavilion behind him took two steps forward in unison, although there were only more than sixty people, but this momentum was connected, as if even the air began to stir.

Sun Ruoxing's throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. After the big war, no matter what the result is, as a palace guard, there is no reason for him to survive! Maybe he will be used as a scapegoat.

"What is a real warrior? In front of the old man, Wu Qinglong is not qualified to say such things! Later life, don't make a mistake about yourself, this Deqing Gate is also a ghost gate, it's not for you to break through, go back! ”

The old man's voice came, Sun Ruoxing gasped, and finally relaxed the tense nerves, sweating like pulp, flowing down his back.

Someone finally came forward!

The voice was not loud, but the purple-haired young man's figure shook significantly, and the momentum of the people behind him one after another also collapsed in an instant.

As he said, although the old man did not show up, he obviously controlled the overall situation! If you are not a master of Jindan Dacheng, it is impossible to do this!

"Hell? Deqing Gate was built 970 years ago, the former dynasty of the great Confucian Lu Fang Hong personally sealed the inkstone with his life under the city tower, Dehe celebrated the harvest year in the world! From the day the Deqing Gate was built, there was no city gate, and there was no need to guard, and the ghosts and crumbs naturally retreated! Why, today, this place has become a ghost gate? ”

The purple-haired young man gritted his teeth slightly and protested.

It is not for nothing that the Shilin Party members have made up their minds to break into this Deqing Gate tonight.

Four hundred years ago, the Hao clan of the northern capital installed a city gate for the Deqing Gate, and since then the Forbidden City has become a forbidden place. The Shilin Party Wuge entered the city to smash this wall in the hearts of the people again!

"It's not the same as it used to be. Little offspring, don't tease you in front of the old man, if you don't leave, it will be a river of blood. The old man lived to be one hundred and seven years old, and he never reasoned with anyone, get out! ”

The voice rolled in from the Deqing Gate, and the old man had obviously lost his patience, and did not want to have more verbal disputes with him.

"Shilin Party Wuge, I am willing to flow my blood into Lu Daru's inkstone, and write another moral article!" The purple-haired young man took a step forward, and his roots stood up, like a mad lion, and he shouted loudly.

The Shilin Party members behind him shouted in unison, followed closely behind, and the momentum that had been scattered re-condensed!

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead! The knife in the old man's hand is a moral article! ”

There was a muffled snort in the middle of the Deqing Gate, and a single knife more than five feet long flew into the air, chopping into the void one foot in front of the purple-haired young man.

As long as he doesn't retreat, this knife will cut off his head!

The speed of the knife flying in the air was not fast, but the scream that broke through the air still sounded, and the tip of the knife trembled slightly, making a long buzzing sound.

The purple-haired young man's eyebrows were raised, and he stepped last time, turned his head sideways, and stretched his neck, as if he was waiting for this knife to be cut off!

The master of Jindan Dacheng, I'm afraid that his strength is still above Wu Qinglong, and he has no strength to fight. What's more, he never thought of hiding, and he couldn't enter Deqing Gate, so he sprinkled all his blood here!

This is the belief of the Shilin people. Sometimes, faith is more important than one's own life, which is the pride and responsibility of their Shilin Party for thousands of years.

The martial artists of the Shilin Party behind him all pressed their hands to the weapons on their waists, as long as the long knives were cut off, tonight, they would compose a war song with blood in Deqing Gate!

No one was afraid, and no one retreated, because this was in itself the purpose of their entry into the northern capital.

In the darkness on both sides, two long sighs sounded at the same time.

After sighing, the two daggers flew towards the single knife at the same time, and the last shot came first, pointing at the blade.

Wow!

The knife fell into the dust, sticking to the neck of the purple-haired young man, bringing out two beads of blood!

The lights are bright, and the entire range of Deqing Gate is as bright as day. The people who shot on both sides were also revealed in front of everyone.

On the left side, there were two people standing, the thin old man was Wu Qinglong, the leader of the Wu Pavilion, and the young man next to him was Liu Zhongyuan, the current leader of the Shilin Party.

Wu Qinglong naturally wouldn't watch his right-hand man die here in vain, and it was imperative to make a move. But Lin Ruochen on the right is a little abrupt.

"The afterlife is terrifying! However, even if the two of you make a move, you won't be able to enter this Deqing Gate tonight! ”

The heavy city gate of Deqing Gate squeaked and was pushed open with one arm.

An old man was dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform, with short hair and beardless hair, and his eyebrows were snow-white, drooping more than half an inch long. The body is straight, without the sense of decay of a hundred-year-old person, and what comes to his face is still the spirit of blood and bravery!

"Mr. Xu, with your identity, blocking the junior martial artists here, and going to the Holy Immortal Mountain to pay homage to the saints, I'm afraid it's not the style of my generation of martial artists, right?"

Wu Qinglong stepped forward slowly, bowed his hand first, and asked in a deep voice.

He didn't appear in person before, because he didn't want such an old antique to meddle in this matter. But the truth is, people don't care at all.

"Wu Qinglong, the old man is not a martial artist, he is a soldier of my Hua Heavenly Kingdom! The old man has only recognized military orders all his life. What do you want, go and consult with them, I don't interfere. But if you want to enter Deqing Gate today, you have to step on the old man's bones! ”

The old soldier shook his head slightly, and stood under the city gate, with no intention of retreating.

Xu Zhongyou, the real martial artist of the Hao clan in the northern capital, once served as the chief instructor of the three major field armies in the northwest, and he became a Jindan in fifty years, and he has not appeared again in the past twenty years.

Wu Qinglong sighed, since Xu Zhongyou didn't enter the oil and salt, it was impossible to enter this Deqing Gate tonight.

If you talk about combat power, Wu Qinglong is also a master of Jindan Dacheng, but compared with Xu Zhongyou, I am afraid it is even worse. What's more, Xu Zhongyou, who is now 100 years old, has never decayed his qi and blood, and has obviously realized a certain way of immortality.

Seeing that Wu Qinglong was silent, Xu Zhongyou turned around and looked at Lin Ruochen on the other side!