Syllable!

A sword appeared in the emperor's hand, a slender sword, the blade hidden deep in the scabbard, not revealing the slightest.

But on his body, there was an inexplicable sword aura.

In the blink of an eye, the emperor who was high above and ruled the world became a swordsman who wandered the rivers and lakes.

Swish!

Ye Gucheng's eyes froze, looking at the sword that appeared in the emperor's hand, and said word by word: "Immortal Sword!" ”

Bai Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor, the immortals stroke my top, and give immortality!

Who would have imagined that the emperor who was high above was actually the immortal sword that wandered the rivers and lakes, which is really incredible!

It's a pity, but it's true!

Boom!

The emperor, or Bai Yujing, grasped his immortal sword tightly, feeling the sense of security brought by the blade, and looked at the prince of Pingnan with sharp eyes, and said, "If you two have any other means, you might as well take it out!" ”

"Huh." Facing the encirclement of the four masters of the world, there was still a calm smile on the face of the prince of Nanwang, and a smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, "Of course." ”

"The entire upper study has now been completely sealed, and only one of the victors can leave here alive today."

"Isn't it?" In the end, the prince of Pingnan looked at the emperor thoughtfully and asked.

Bai Yujing nodded, and said with a cold expression: "Yes, the three forces, only one side of the centaur can survive tonight." ”

"Hahahaha." Bai Yujing's tone contained an indescribable ruthlessness and murderous intent, which spread throughout the entire upper study.

Before his voice could fully fall, there was a cold and crazy laugh from outside the room, and the laughter was full of unbeatable ambition.

Creak!

The door of the upper study, which had been closed, was pushed open again, and several figures turned out and came to the side of the emperor and the prince of Pingnan.

Swish!

The leader was a handsome and extraordinary, but somewhat thin young man, and behind him, he followed several figures step by step.

"I knew that you couldn't do it alone, and now you still want me to do it." The young man came to the side of the prince of Pingnan, glanced at him with disdain, and said unceremoniously.

The prince of Pingnan was not angry, but said lightly: "If I lose tonight, do you think you will be spared?" ”

"Of course I do." The young man said coldly, "That's why I'm going to help you!" ”

Syllable!

Bai Yujing's eyes were sharp on the young man who came, and he said slowly but firmly: "Prince of Taiping! ”

"Not bad." The young man is none other than the prince of the Taiping King - Gong Jiu, Gong Jiu turned his eyes and put it on the emperor's body, and said proudly.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! ……

At the same time, the people who came with Gong Jiuyi were also listed, and each of them was a first-class master.

No matter which one it is, it is a top master on the rivers and lakes.

Dressed in thin clothes, dressed up with flowers and branches, but with a charm, not much inferior to the fox spirit of the Demon Sect Tianmei Princess; Dressed in a strong suit, there is no ring in his hand, there is a ring in his heart, but the coarse cloth clothes can hardly hide the domineering money gang Shangguan Jinhong, and the young man behind him - Jing Wusheng; Dressed in a robe, with warm eyes and a long breath, he looks like the Shaolin abbot of the mixed yuan - the Great Compassion Zen Master, and the last one, a little old man who is not good-looking.

But vaguely, the other people present were a little jealous of this little old man and stayed away from him.

No one dared to get too close to him.

Plus Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, the prince of Pingnan, and the prince of Taiping.

This is the main force of this rebellion, and among them, in the end, I don't know how many people will survive.

"Invite the Moon Palace Master, Marquis Wenyuan, and the Eastern Sect Master, the three of you, can you stop so many people?"

Wang Shizi of Pingnan said with victory in his hand, "It's better to turn around and leave now, I can guarantee that I will definitely not pursue it." ”

"Huh." Bai Yujing smiled, smiling very happily, without the slightest fear and decadence of an emperor at the end of his rope.

"Are all of you all here? That's my turn! ”

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……

Before the words fell, Bai Yujing's palms clapped, and the crisp applause echoed in the upper study and fell into the ears of others.

With Bai Yujing's applause, the entire upper study room was suddenly cataclysmic.

Rumble! Boom! Clang!

Several figures pierced through the glazed tiles of the upper study, and even the walls, and came in front of everyone.

Sou!

A figure was covered in a mist that could not be dispersed, as if he was a phantom demon who had come out of the fog.

Swish!

Looking at this person, Princess Tianmei's delicate body suddenly began to shake, and there was only fear in a pair of beautiful eyes.

In the past, this beautiful princess had never been in the crosshairs, but in the face of this person, she felt fear from the bottom of her heart.

Syllable!

Dressed in gray-black robes, holy and solemn, he also held a slender long sword in his hand, and although his face was old, it made people feel no offense at all.

Wudang faction Mu Zhenren!

The former Wudang famous Mu Dao people have transformed into the head of the Wudang faction - Mu Zhenren, who has faded away from the game dust of the past 30 years and got back everything that belonged to him.

At this moment, in the body of this Wudang celebrity, not even a drop of power has been leaked, and what is contained in this old body is extremely powerful.

Looking at this figure, a trace of war intent crossed the eyes of the Great Compassion Zen Master.

Shaolin Wudang is famous all over the world.

Outsiders only see that Shaolin and Wudang are the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, but no one knows that the relationship between them is far from being as harmonious as the world thinks.

Even though they can't destroy each other, they both want to be able to overwhelm each other.

Today, the Shaolin abbot, the first master of Shangwudang, the Shaolin Wudang dispute that has lasted for hundreds of years, has also come to a time to make a decision.

The third is a middle-aged man who is a little lonely.

The middle-aged man is not young, but his face can still show a little bit of the perseverance and calmness of his youth. He also wears a long sword at his waist, which is eye-catching.

His skin is dark and his appearance is not good, but no matter who he is, after knowing the name of this person, there will only be two words left.

That's it: fear!

Just because, his name is Tie Zhongtang!

In the past hundred years, in the martial arts, no one can give a definite answer to who is the number one master, but if you say who is recognized as the number one hero, there is no problem at all!

Tie Zhongtang, these three words themselves are a myth!