In the barren sea west of eastern Xinjiang, islands are scattered scattered.

On a deserted island, a smoke suddenly rises.

A few richly dressed but shabby young men lit a fire and tried to roast seabirds that had lost their feathers and disemboweled.

But as soon as the smoke rose, someone appeared in front of him and stomped on the fire.

The owner of the foot was a young Taoist priest, and he looked coldly at the men and women in gorgeous clothes in front of him: "Three orders and five shen are not allowed to make fires!

Those men and women in fancy clothes were originally furious, but when they heard the second half of the other party's words, they had to suppress their breath and admit their mistakes to the Taoist priest: "Dao Chief, we just want to make some cooked food on the fire......

"Go to your parents. The Taoist priest said coldly.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over: "Young people are not sensible, don't be surprised." ”

The Taoist priest glanced at the other party and softened his expression: "Be optimistic about them, otherwise it will not be good for everyone." ”

"Definitely, definitely. The middle-aged man hurriedly said.

After the Taoist priest left, this person's expression became gloomy, and he coldly glanced at the juniors next to him.

Those young men and girls in gorgeous costumes all bowed their heads.

"Is he wrong?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.

Everyone hurriedly replied, "Uncle Wang, we don't dare anymore." ”

The middle-aged man stared at the group of juniors in front of him for a long time, and finally sighed.

He picked up the raw meat worn on the branches, steamed it with his own masculine blood, and then handed it to everyone: "Although the Taoist priest is rude, he is right, this is not Yingyun City, we must be careful and patient." ”

Everyone hurriedly responded, took the food and ate it.

When the middle-aged man saw their embarrassed appearance, he couldn't help but sigh secretly again.

He couldn't bear to look at it anymore and left the place.

In the distance, a young man was waiting for him: "Father." ”

The middle-aged man nodded silently and took the lead.

The young man followed him, and he stopped talking.

"Say whatever you want, speak. The middle-aged man asked.

After the young man hesitated for a moment, he finally spoke: "Father, my son heard that there is news circulating on the shore that the royal family of Nanchen has descended entirely, and Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty is now under the order of Chang'an to manage my land of Great Chu......"

The middle-aged man stopped and turned his head to look at him: "What do you want to say?"

The young man hesitated for a while, but finally mustered up his courage: "Father, Chang'an is powerful, and it is difficult for us to resist the crime of not fighting, and we are not worthy of our ancestors, so we might as well ...... It's also down!"

As soon as the words were spoken, he looked calm, quietly waiting for his father's judgment.

The middle-aged man was not angry.

After a long silence, he sighed softly, "It's late." ”

The young man was shocked: "How come?"

"You also said just now, Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty took the position of the so-called governor of Chu in Chang'an, and occupied our place in Chu. ”

The middle-aged man's tone was full of fatigue: "Not only can't we go back, but there are countless Chang'an people who want to make meritorious deeds with our heads, and don't want us to also serve Chang'an and compete for seats with them." ”

When the young man heard this, his eyes also showed despair.

"Is there no way to do it?" said the young man's voice.

The middle-aged man looked farther west.

"To the west, there is the legendary Middle-earth. ”

"If we can't stay here," he said, "we can take a risk and cross the ocean to the west, or have a chance of survival." ”

The young man looked left and right, and then whispered, "Father, sooner rather than later." ”

The middle-aged man said: "It is rumored that Middle-earth is as strong as a cloud, as outsiders, how can we have such a good foothold? However, someone has already gone over to inquire first, let's wait for a reply, at least have an understanding of Middle-earth first." ”

"What my father said is very ......," the young man bowed.

However, before he could finish speaking, a thrilling pressure suddenly came from the distant sky.

Father and son were shocked.

They turned and looked into the distance, and behold, a mist drifted in from afar.

"The clouds and mist imply a fierce image, like sword qi...... The sword path of the Northern Qi Fog Heavenly Peak!"

The middle-aged man looked solemn: "This kind of cultivation must be Lin Ying's own arrival, and the people from Chang'an City are here!"

A sense of despair arose in his heart.

Because Lin Ying didn't come here alone.

There is more than one direction in which Chang'an is coming.

But on all sides, there are masters surrounding them.

The surrounding sea area, several islands, are all surrounded by Chang'an masters.

On the other hand, a strong momentum has also risen on the island.

West Chu Zicheng Mountain is in charge, Zhang Bining.

The head of the Yang family in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Yang Ting.

Former president of Xichu Xuanhe Academy, Jia Zhang.

The three Ninth Realm masters appeared together, their expressions all unprecedentedly serious.

Beside them, the Western Zhou Martial Arts faction, the owner of Biray Island, who crisscrossed the West Sea, had an even more ugly face.

Although there are still a few scattered around the other islands, this is their temporary base camp.

Obviously, it was just transferred not long ago, but it was found by Chang'an, and they were all blocked together.

How does a message leak?

There is a mole?

The same thought came to the minds of several people.

At this moment, I saw an island where someone flew up and threw himself into the Chang'an camp.

When the father and son saw this, their eyes flashed.

The person who flew up was actually a member of the same clan of the Xiang family of the Western Chu royal family.

The clouds and mist beside Lin Ying dispersed a little, revealing a man with a cold expression, as if he had no emotion.

The man opened his mouth and said: "According to Chang'an's order, there are those who sincerely surrender in the Xichu Xiang family, and their lives will not be harmed. ”

Everyone in Xichu recognized him: "Tang Ze? It's actually you?!"

Someone scolded: "My Da Chu has always treated you well, you actually served Chang'an, and in turn let people chase and kill us?"

Tang Ze's expression did not change at all: "Tang Mou was worried about the kindness of the king in the past, so he served Chang'an, in order to exchange for more family members to not die." ”

Everyone in the royal family of Western Chu, although many people were angry and scolded.

But there are also people who are shaken in their hearts, and even secretly surprised.

"Lie to confuse the people, take your life first. ”

Purple City Mountain is in charge, and Zhang Bining, a real person in the ninth realm of Taoism, said coldly.

As he spoke, a sword light flew into the sky, aiming directly at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze stood in mid-air and didn't move.

In the heavy clouds and mist beside him, a sword light also flew out.

This sword light doesn't look as smart as Zhang Bining's real person's sword light, nor is it like the other party's sword light can fly over long distances.

But at this moment, in the area between 100 meters, it is more aggressive and faster than the other party!

In a flash of sword light, Zhang Bining's flying sword had already been repulsed, leaving Tang Ze safe and sound.

The Ninth Realm Martial Dao Monarch, the figure of Lin Ying, the head of the Fog Sky Peak, appeared from the clouds.

On the other side, the Western Chu royal family was bribed and co-opted by the Tianxian Palace of Chang'an, and a few people who secretly reported the news were about to escape from the island and rush to the Chang'an camp when the space around them suddenly distorted.

It turned out to be Jia Zhang, the old dean of Xuanhe Academy in West Chu, who made a move.

The family and country of the Ninth Realm Confucianism directly want to take them all and put them into an independent world.

However, before Jia Zhang's home country could be completely unfolded, it suddenly burst into flames.

Jia Zhang's eyes froze and looked to the side.

There, Cao Ranran, the dean of Xiyuan Academy, appeared and calmly arched his hand: "Brother Zhongyu, it's been a long time. ”

Jia Zhang didn't answer, but his expression became obviously serious.

He was looking around.

In addition to Lin Ying and Cao Ranran, there were also three masters of the Ninth Realm, Zhuo Sin, the head of the Zhou Land Desolate Thunder Sect, Yuan Zhe, the head of the Jindi Jiguang Academy, and Zheng Tianfeng, the head of the Zheng family in the Tang Dynasty, who were present at the same time.

They surrounded all directions, including the West, and the water was impassable.

But what worries Jia Zhang and the others even more is that they vaguely feel that there are still masters hidden around them, and the threat is greater.

Yang Ting, the head of the Yang family, who has always supported the Western Zhou royal family, exhaled slowly: "It seems that Chang'an is going to cut the grass and eradicate the roots today." ”

Zhuo Sin clasped his fists and saluted Yang Ting: "Yang family master, you and I have not fought once or twice.

You and Ji Fang were in Zhoudi back then, and they were called both swords and swords, and their strength was even higher than Zhuo's, and Zhuo admired them.

However, during these days, Zhuo studied hard and practiced hard, asked himself if he had made a little progress, and asked the head of the Yang family to teach him today. ”

After that, he directly slashed at Yang Ting with one palm.

"I'm afraid you won't make it?"

Yang Ting immediately raised his sword out of the sheath and faced Zhuo Sin.

The blue wave knife of his Yang family was unfolded, like a vast blue wave, endless ocean, the knife momentum was vast and continuous, and it seemed to be extremely violent and terrifying, which was really extraordinary.

The Western Zhou Dynasty previously recognized that he was the second person in the Western Zhou martial arts after Ji Fang, the king of Zhou.

Zhuo Sin had fought with him before, and he had never taken any advantage.

If it weren't for the other party's previous fight and retreat, just seeking a way out, Zhuo Sin might even suffer a loss.

But this time the fight again, it was just the first move, and Yang Ting sensed that something was wrong.

In just three or four months, Zhuo Sin's strength has greatly improved.

Under one palm, it was like the thunder of the Nine Heavens God fell.

Yang Ting's Bibo knife couldn't catch the other party's flesh palm for a while.

At the beginning, the Eastern Tang Dynasty's Yun Mo, Zhichen Daoren, and Yan Xi were all in strength, and Zheng Tianfeng, who was now eyeing him from the sidelines, also broke through from the eighth realm to the ninth realm in less than a year, so is it because of Chang'an City...... A thought quickly flashed through Yang Ting's mind.

And Zhuo Sin slashed down with his palm again, hitting the back of Yang Ting's knife, shocking his fingers numb, and his mouth was about to crack.

"This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm, which is the Great Wilderness Thunder Palm of this faction under the guidance of Mr. Wuyun of Chang'an, Zhuo Mou studied it, and asked the head of the Yang family to help him correct one or two. ”

At the same time as Zhuo Sin spoke, his subordinates were not slow, and they made a chain of palms, which was really like being above the nine heavens, and the divine thunder continued to fall, which was like a heavenly punishment.

Yang Ting couldn't answer for a while, and resisted with all his might, and was beaten to the point that he could only parry, and he had no power to fight back.

The corner of his eye swept over, and he saw Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy in Jindi, unfolding his home country and taking all the people from several nearby islands into it at once.

At the same time, Zheng Tianfeng fell from the sky, as if a sacred mountain flew in, and then landed.

An island kept shaking.

And Zheng Tianfeng is like a giant spirit god, pushing the warriors of the Western Zhou royal family on the island.