There is no son, and KitKam is exquisite. Turn over your hands for the clouds, and cover your hands to set the world. Idle to lean on Petite, rise up and order thousands of troops. Smiling proudly, across the world.

This poem, who the author is, has long been lost in the vast sea of people, and there is no way to know, but the person written in this poem has left a strong mark on the past chapters of this vast Kyushu.

Not Zhou right phase - Gongzi Yunxiang, tapir Tianjue is the most relied on, but also the only think tank, in that Daxi national power is at its peak, when the three religions are flourishing, it is he who single-handedly planned the battle of a hundred schools of thought, ink, soldiers, law, yin and yang and other hundreds of schools of thought joined forces to challenge the three religions, this is after the hundred schools of thought, Kyushu is another huge battle for the system.

After that, the vitality of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism was greatly damaged, and in the face of the advance of the hundred schools, he had no choice but to make a compromise, recognized the status of the hundred schools, and agreed to the limited propaganda of the hundred schools; On the other hand, the Hundred Schools also suffered heavy losses, and many of them, which were already sparsely numbered, were completely wiped out after the First World War.

Just when the three sects and hundreds of schools were defeated, a force was like a meteor demarcating the realm, rising strongly, and quickly established a new order of martial arts with lightning speed, this organization is called - Buzhou, and the people who have been planning all this in the dark are also placed in front of countless people in power for the first time - Gongzi Yunxiang!

"Gongzi Yunxiang, worthy of his name." Baili Chunqiu looked at the pale blue figure in his sight, and exclaimed with a hard time distinguishing between true and false.

In his eyes, the person in front of him is too similar to the Si Wujun who only has one side, the same amazing talent, the same pride and self-confidence, the only difference is that he is a little less heroic than the Si Wujun, but more free and easy rhyme, so it is not deliberately comparing which is better or worse, but it is involuntarily looking forward to the time when the two meet.

"Yun Xiang has seen the valley master." Yun Xiang said neither humbly nor arrogantly, and then sat down at the request of Baili Chunqiu.

"Since the right minister is here, it seems that it is a previous proposal, and he did not accept it thoughtfully." Hundred miles of spring and autumn road.

"Yunxiang will be on this day again, and there will be no reinforcements from the Three Sects." Between the words, full of confidence, alone here, knowing that the role of his trip is as a hostage, Yun Xiang said, of course, he also has his own plans in his heart, after all, is there a better way to find out information than to go deep into the opponent's interior?

"So, it's hard work." Nodding, Baili Chunqiu said, "In this way, Mr. Lao will go down to rest, and when this battle is over, I will personally send Mr. back." ”

"The valley master is polite." Yun Xiang smiled and asked, "I wonder if Yun Xiang is lucky enough to witness this battle?" ”

"If the right minister is interested, but it doesn't matter." Wearing a mask, Baili Chunqiu made people unable to see his expression clearly, and his tone was still flat, making it difficult for people to guess his true thoughts in his heart, "I will ask Mr. to take a break, and when the battle begins, someone will invite Mr. to watch the battle." ”

"That's right, thank you." Yun Xiang smiled, got up and said, "In this way, then Yun Xiang won't bother you, please." ”

As the figure went away, Baili Chunqiu put his eyes back on the main hall, the eighteen prison divisions, except for the three people who had already shot in the field, the two who were recuperating from their injuries, and the two who went out, the remaining eleven people all gathered here, just waiting for an order!

"Everyone, prepare for war." But when he saw the person on the high seat, he slowly stepped down and gave orders in his mouth.

"Yes!" Eleven people, eleven sounds, neatly without the slightest deviation, but after seeing the eleven people kneeling on one knee and saluting, they actually came out of the hall in an orderly manner, each knowing that this battle was different from the past, and only to face it in the best state.

The hall fell silent, leaving only one person, but the meeting mask was slowly removed, revealing a face, and then, a sword-bearing figure appeared in the hall without warning......

"Thank you for your hard work." Baili Chunqiu said.

"You let me watch Wucheng die, just to let that person in the Cloud Cave be born?!" The questioning voice echoed, Liu Yan looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were full of puzzlement, anger, and even half expectation, it was expectation, a reasonable explanation.

"Although Wucheng is strong, it is not as good as that one in the end, if this battle is successful, the Earth Remnant Valley needs more strong people, and the only thing that can make that person get involved in the world again is ......"

Syllable! Before he finished speaking, he saw that on the face where he took off his mask, there was an incomparably clear slap print, "Bastard!" Liu Yan scolded angrily, "When will you ...... When did it become, so ......" Liu Yan looked at the person in front of him, he was speechless for a while, and he couldn't find an adjective for a while, and in the end, he could only spit out two words, bastard! At this moment, these two words seem a little, powerless.

"It's all for him." Baili Chunqiu said, the expression on his face was still so indifferent and ruthless, "I want to ask this demon world for justice on his behalf, for this day, I have endured it for too long, so I must not lose!" As he spoke, his eyes rolled slightly, and he looked at Liu Yan and said, "You will help me, big brother......"

"I ......" Liu Yan paused, speechless, turned around, a breeze blew up his clothes, and the answer echoed in the hall, only the two of them heard it......

Outside the remnants of the valley, the fierce battle has not stopped for a moment—

Wen Luo, Li Ge; Mo Bai, Shen Yihan, and twenty-three, the battlefield of five people, the battle of two points, and the battle of the elites of the two major forces, the war is getting higher and higher.

Wen Luo bamboo branch on behalf of the sword, the limit of the move, boundless sword qi, the potential to shatter the void, Li Ge horizontal gun in hand, one move and one style, undisguised killing machine, swords and guns burst, gas leads to the beacon fire, the two of them have fought fiercely so far, the body is already full of red, the air is exhausted, just look at who has been more determined.

Rebuke Wuyue, rebuke Wuhua, the sword of the Yuehua Palace, the power of the purple hand divine soldier in the north, but see that although the battle twenty-three in the battle situation is falling into the downwind, it still does not lose its calm bearing, and between the thunder sensations, he is not afraid of the light of the moon, "Scattered soul hand, purple sun volley!" "But seeing the twenty-three true qi of the battle, the thunder is shocking, and the purple hand of the north has reached the extreme.

The two glanced at each other, and the moon shone brightly, shrouding the thunder.

But I saw: the sword wind swept the thunder, the palm power shocked Huawei, under one move, the three of them were seriously injured at the same time, and flew out upside down, almost at the same time, a figure flew out of each of the two camps to take their own people and retreat into the back camp.

On the other hand, Qianji is against Zhu Can, but the image of victory and defeat is already clear and clear, although the golden wheel is indestructible, although Zhu Cang has a body that is not bad, aggressive, but he has not noticed his every move, he has been perceived by Qianji, but he has seen ......

"Die!" Zhu Cang's golden wheel cut gold duanyu, unstoppable, the strange soldier took off his hand and went straight to the thousand marks, at the same time, the burly body, suddenly stepped on, if the angry eyes of King Kong, a majestic palm, dumping a thousand marks. I saw a thousand traces of double pupil luck, instant opportunity, sharp moves, seven finger combos, such as the wind and heavy mountains, there is no gap between them, the third blow, the golden wheel, broken! The sixth blow, palm momentum, break! The final blow pierced through Zhu Cang's chest, and before the tall body could react more, it had already collapsed.

Just when the coalition saw the victory, suddenly heard that in the remnants of the valley, a figure stepped out of the waves......