Everyone is hurrying up, Xu Zhi and the king of kings, Gu Changying and Shang Wenwu are working hard to improve their strength.

Farther away, countless intelligence officers were comprehensively analyzing the strength of Yingguo's deathmatch candidates at every moment, and every clear analysis could give their country's cultivators a chance to survive.

Master cultivators, not cabbage, are very important in Yingguo, and they are also very important in Dongyue.

Especially Shang Wenwu and Gu Changying, Xia Xinhong, cultivators with excellent records.

"Shang Wenwu, a master high-level cultivator, one hundred and thirteen years old, sixty-seven conscriptions, no refusal, heavy killing, and extremely high degree of task completion."

"Gu Changying, a master high-level cultivator, is forty-six years old, has been recruited nine times, has no refusal, has a steady temperament, and has a high degree of task completion."

"Xia Xinhong, a master high-level cultivator, forty-one years old, recruited six times, no refusal, decisive killing, excellent task completion."

Far away in Kyoto, an old man pinched the paper in his hand and recited it silently.

"Dongyue is prosperous, declining, rising and ending, and now, we are only left with death, and even Yingguo dares to provoke us."

"Your Majesty, the rise and fall of dynasties has never been inevitable for thousands of years, and even we can't stop it."

Beside the old man, a middle-aged scribe shook his head and sighed.

"The general trend of the world has been settled for a long time, the family is no longer blooming with the flowers before, the family is declining, and our national situation is also slowly declining, which is inevitable, human nature is so, no one can avoid it, the neighboring country, these more than 1,000 years, not to mention the renewal of three or four dynasties."

"Xiliu, Nanao, and Northern Xinjiang are all newly built countries, and the morale of a country is at the sharpest moment, and our edge has long since disappeared, if it weren't for the remnants of a little blood, Dongyue, I'm afraid it would have died a long time ago."

"The only thing we can barely be proud of is that the people can still eat a mouthful of food, and the technology is not bad, keeping up with this era."

The middle-aged scribe was the only one who dared to tell the truth in front of the old man.

"Wang Dong, these three people are very bloody, let people do their best, give them the most detailed information, and let Huang Putu accompany him when the time comes."

"Your Excellency, Grand Grandmaster Situ and Grand Grandmaster Yan have crossed to the Ying Kingdom in the east, if Grand Grandmaster Huangputu is not sitting here, your safety is in danger?"

"I'm in Kyoto, and I want to see if anyone from these countries dares to kill me, and who can kill me."

The old man sat in a wheelchair, gnashing his teeth with anger and rage.

"Let's see if they have a demand for pills, Dongyue's treasury is not full, some master cultivators' medicines can still be supplied at any time, and some families should also be bleeding, their arms are turned out, and knives often stab their own people, what is the matter, you go and check it carefully."

"Those two children are very kind, I heard that they killed those two Yingguo Master cultivators, it's very good."

"All the requirements they can put forward now can be met, and if they die in battle, they should be buried in the same capacity as the martyrs of the master cultivators."

"Yingguo, there is a price."

Any hatred is gathered little by little, until it is so huge that it cannot be contained, and then it explodes.

For this thousand-year-old empire, there are too many people snooping, trying to kick it down and find some benefits.

Situ Xuankong walked with a sword, Yan Xingxia raised a knife to fight, Dongyue has a soft and weak personality, but the people who have not lost their blood have never been broken.

And the biggest hope is the new generation year after year, generation after generation is different, generation after generation has hope.

Yingguo.

Compared with the official silence of Dongyue, most people in Yingguo almost knew the information that the Winged Tiger and the Impreza died in Dongyue.

They want revenge.

The death battle in the ring was dispatched by the very famous master swordsman cultivators and master swordsman cultivators in Yingguo.

Makoto Hoshino, nicknamed the evil knife, has strange moves, in the Yingguo Masters, eighty-six wins, three defeats, and the lethality belongs to the top level of the front end.

Tsuda Shahe, a master of swordsmanship, is good at fast swordsmanship, and also has a record of 72 wins, 2 draws, and 4 defeats in the Masters.

These two people almost represent the highest level of Yingguo's master-level cultivators, and for defeating the two master cultivators who are not very famous in Dongyue, not only Makoto Hoshino and Shahe Tsuda are full of confidence, but also the general public is sure that the master will win the battle to the death.

If you want to choose a more powerful master cultivator, it is difficult for the people of Yingguo to come to a conclusion, and the cultivator who can defeat the two will either retire, die, or become a grandmaster.

Among the master cultivators, the two of them are the pride of Yingguo.

For Yokoyama Xiaoyou, Yingguo people think that this is a catastrophe from heaven, and the family with two masters, if nothing else, Yokoyama Xiaoyou has a bright future.

Now, only because of Dongyue, the Winged Tiger and the Impreza died, so that Hengshan Xiaoyou almost became an orphan, and the back bone was broken, and it was difficult to repair the future, Hengshan Xiaoyou did not take revenge at this time, and there was no chance in the future.

In the publicity, Yokoyama Xiaoyou became a sad child, and for a time the Yokoyama family received tens of thousands of donations.

The crowd was surging, and they all crusaded against Dongyue.

Some Dongyue people who were doing business in Yingguo had their shops smashed, their vehicles burned, and some even beaten.

The officials of Yingguo were very conniving at these situations, delaying, slowing down, and even saying a certain bad tone to the Dongyue people's report.

Even the official condemnation of Dongyue, they were indifferent.

"Juzi Wenyi, you old thing, don't run."

"Situ Xuankong, you are insane, you came all the way to chase me and cut me, I... Made. ”

In the mountains of the northern plains of Yingguo, two gray rays continued to fly, the figures rotated like the wind, and there were one or two subtle bumps in the air from time to time.

The chase has been going on all night, and a great master full of spirit wants to run, but few people can stop it, not to mention that what Yingguo people are best at is concealment, running, and all kinds of weird techniques.

Situ Xuankong finally angrily slashed towards Beiyuan Mountain, the sword light flashed, and when he saw the mountain, it slowly tilted, and finally collapsed.

"Dongyue, but he's not dead yet."

His big sleeves danced in the wind and floated away.

"When you die, Dongyue will be almost the same, anyway, Lao Tzu is better than you."

In the air, there was a light hum from Ju Zi Wenyi, and then, he coughed again, obviously, it was not easy to escape for his life under Situ Xuankong's sword.

If it weren't for Situ Xuankong's age and limited physical strength, he could only chase him for a day, Ju Zi Wenyi felt that he might not be able to survive.

"Acceptance"

In the house of the great name, Yan Xingxia stood with a knife, and opposite him, Yanagi Zongyuan, who was dressed in green clothes, was covered in blood, and one arm was tilted, hanging softly to the ground.

"Yan Xuankong, you are really extraordinary."

Liu Sheng Zongyuan squinted his eyes, his eyes were full of cold light, in terms of head-to-head confrontation, he was indeed inferior to Yan Xingxia, just a few hundred moves, and he had lost an arm, but for him, if he didn't want to fight, no one wanted to stop him from leaving.

"This arm is my response, I don't know if you're satisfied."

Yanagi Sogen knew about the death match between the two masters, and now that he was in front of the countries, they had to rush hard.

What was originally a problem that could be solved by some diplomatic means is now getting bigger and bigger, and it is out of control.

"Restrain your apprentices and grandchildren, otherwise next time it won't be as simple as an arm."

Yan Xuankong stepped on his feet and didn't look back, like an arc of light, flying away.

Yagyu Sogen stayed where he was for a moment, ripped off his crippled arm, and threw it away, he stretched out his hand, and a new arm grew out again.

Above the ground, there was a wooden hand that was tattered and cracked.

"Xiliu, South Australia, Northern Xinjiang, drive the wolf and devour the tiger, hum, my Daying Country is not so easy to take advantage of."

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