The spring sun is bright and brilliant, and the earth is a prosperous scene of the revival of all things, the grass is tender and green, and the willow branches are gently swaying.

However, there was silence in the four fields, and the birds did not chirp and the insects did not chirp.

Bianliang in April, a big city with a population of more than one million, where the world is prosperous, but there is no sound at all, everyone holds their breath, closes the doors and windows, and waits for fate to come.

Just because outside Bianliang City, tens of thousands of martial arts masters surrounded the four gates of Bianliang. Eight desolations and dozens of martial arts sects, on the day of the Qingming Festival, jointly launched a war against the Golden Dragon Society!

Half a month ago, after the Golden Dragon Society took control of Bianliang City, it shrank into it, making everyone in the world confused. But the Son of Heaven has to take care of it, that is where the righteousness lies, and it is the heart of the people in the world, so the army of the king of Qin from all walks of life has set off and is coming to Bianliang.

Martial arts people rely on light skills, foot strength far beyond ordinary people, under the banner of the Eight Desolations, the first to reach Bianliang. Yesterday, the farthest Divine Sword Sect among the Eight Desolations finally arrived.

So far, the eight wildernesses have gathered together to achieve a grand event that has not been seen in martial arts for thousands of years!

In a Taoist temple five miles outside Bianliang City, the characters of various factions were heavily guarded during the shuttle. Three steps and one post, ten steps and one sentry, not even a fly wants to fly in from under the eyes of these masters.

Originally, the owner of the Taoist temple was already very knowledgeable and took his apprentices away, and gave this not small Taoist temple to the True Martial Sect Taiyi Zhenren for safekeeping.

In the main hall of the Taoist temple, the figures of the nine Dao exuding a very different temperament sat in a circle, silent. And behind these nine people, dozens of people were sitting, and they also did not say a word.

Yang Zhengze knocked on the table, glanced at the head of the Eight Desolations, and had some divergent thinking:

This martial arts world is really powerful, a group of one or two hundred years old old men and old ladies, one is younger than the other, and the long-lived hundred-year-old gods and horses are all universally configured, not surprising at all, this is a fake martial arts world!

Seeing that no one spoke, the Five Poisons Sect Leader couldn't hold back a little, slapped the table, and stood up. It's a pity that she is a little short, and she is not as tall as she can sit up, so she snorted coldly, stood on the chair, and looked at Yang Zhengze.

The head of the Eight Desolations looks like a cute girl, but with a mouth, he is old-fashioned:

"Boy, your way of holding a meeting is good, if you want to deal with the Golden Dragon Society, you have also thought of a way?"

"Huh?"

Just when Yang Zhengze was a little dazed, Taiyi Zhenren, who was a Dao bone fairy style, spoke:

"This time the Golden Dragon Society will do such a bold thing, there must be all preparations, but this has been shrinking and not coming out, but the old way has never been able to figure out the reason."

Miao Yin, who was sitting next to Yang Zhengze, answered the voice and said slowly: "Yes, the Golden Dragon Society has always been bold and careful, and will not do stupid things, there must be a conspiracy in it." ”

The rest of the people nodded their heads in acknowledgment.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Zhengze couldn't help but be speechless for a while: Sure enough, it is not a wise way to ask a group of people who practice martial arts all day to come up with ideas!

When the Divine Sword Sect arrived yesterday, all the leaders said that they would make a big plan for action today, and by the way, Yang Zhengze, who had an outstanding record, was named the 'Contemporary Sword Saint', and promoted him to the same status as the head of the Eight Desolations.

But what the hell is it that you don't talk when you have a meeting today!

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more embarrassing, Yang Zhengze cleared his throat, attracted everyone's attention, and said:

"No matter what conspiracy the Golden Dragon Society has, it is useless in the face of absolute strength. Therefore, what strategy to set is really not what my generation is good at, what we can do is to use the sword in our hands to return the world to a bright future! ”

Seeing that all the leaders nodded yes, Yang Zhengze said again: "I received a report, it will take half a month for all the Qinwang armies to arrive, are we still waiting for them?" ”

Fei Jian, the sect leader of the Divine Sword Sect, snorted coldly and said indifferently:

"No need, what is the use of those ordinary people coming, it's just rushing to that chair, when others don't know?"

Hearing these words, he had never spoken, and the old monk sat down in Shaolin's abbot Xuanye, clasped his hands together, said the Buddha's name, and said slowly: "Then it's convenient to launch an attack this afternoon." Nine of us, go to the palace to rescue the Son of Heaven, as for the people of the Golden Dragon Society, the heads and disciples of each faction are in charge, donors, what do you think? ”

Everyone nodded, and sure enough, it was more appropriate to do it directly!

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An hour later.

The heads of the sects have all explained the disciples of each faction, and the heads of the Eight Desolations and Yang Zhengze have also walked together.

Looking at the head of Bianliang City, which was still motionless in the distance, the nine people glanced at each other and saw the caution in each other's eyes: There must be a conspiracy here!

As soon as the long sword of Fei Jian came out, his eyes were firm, and his white clothes swayed in the wind.

"The road ahead is long, I will break it with a sword!"

Yang Zhengze glanced at him in surprise, and just wanted to complain, when he saw Xuan Ye's somewhat pockmarked face, full of compassion, and put his palms together and said, "Everyone, it's time to go." ”

had no choice but to withdraw his complaining soul, Yang Zhengze glanced at the head of the Eight Desolations who nodded silently.

The next moment,

Nine figures, rising from the ground, crossed the city wall, and flew towards the palace! And more figures, also followed, climbed over the city wall, and came to the Bianliang City with the city gate closed.

I saw that the streets were full of black-clothed people armed to the teeth, and there were tens of thousands of people!

As soon as they met, a scuffle broke out between the two parties. Countless sword lights flickered, countless arrows soared into the sky, countless true qi were horizontal, and on the streets, blood flowed like rivers, and life was rapidly dissipating!

Yang Zhengze and the nine of them glanced at the chaotic ground, did not stop, and flew straight towards the palace.

Three years ago, Yang Zhengze had seen the palace of this world from the outside. Except for the feeling that the walls are taller than the Forbidden City, there is nothing special about it. But standing at the top of the gate of the palace at this moment, Yang Zhengze found that this palace is more than twice as large as the Forbidden City, which is quite a bit of the legendary Daming Palace.

I saw that on the palace square, countless palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground, silent. Countless soldiers stood in formation, motionless. In front of the Taiji Palace, under the umbrella of the Son of Heaven, stood a slender figure wearing a yellow robe and a golden mask.

Beside him, stood four men in red, white, blue, and green armor. And an acquaintance of Yang Zhengze, Mu Ying, stood at the front of the soldiers, wearing a steel armor with a dazzling flash.

Yang Zhengze Shiyang Sword pointed at the man under the umbrella and said:

"You're the dragon head of the Golden Dragon Society."

The dragon head didn't answer, as if he didn't care about the nine peerless masters who appeared in front of him and dominated the world.

I only heard Mu Ying shouting: "Bold, dare to be disrespectful to today's saints!" ”

Yang Zhengze looked at Mu Ying, who had a righteous face, and felt quite funny.

"Yo, how did he become your saint again? What about the Holy One you used to be? ”