In the palace, because of the peak duel between Lin Yi and Zhao Xiong, there were countless heavyweights on the stage.

Throughout Great Xia, all of these people stomped their feet, capable of shocking the Quartet. But in the ordinary class, it is impossible to know such news.

Previously, five fighter planes roared towards the military base in Wuchang District, which had already caused bursts of exclamation.

Some people took out their mobile phones and kept taking pictures, spreading the news on social media, asking why there were fighter jets in Daxia.

But it was just a small wave in the deep pool, and more people just regarded it as an after-dinner topic, and did not delve into it.

Wangyun Tower Wangyun Peak, now still crowded. Even though it was already early afternoon, there were no fewer people in it.

Today is the first day of the new year of every month, and many people are vying to send their own tribute incense on the top of the Wangyun Tower.

The first incense stick represents good prayers, and those who worship the Buddha understand it. Wangyun Pagoda is a famous pagoda that is said to enshrine a relic of a great monk.

Many people say that the prayer of Wangyun Pagoda is very effective. Today, Wangyun Tower has not been approached by many people, and it has been blocked, which has caused many people to be dissatisfied.

But the incense burners around them were moved from the hall to the outside of the Wangyun Tower. On the path, many people are vying for incense.

There was a wave of scramble in the morning, this is the second wave, and if you can't compete for the first incense, it's better to send your own incense.

On the seventh floor of Wangyun Tower, at the top of the tower, Zhao Taiji respectfully looked at the master of the Sword Gate in front of him. At this moment, Zhao Taiji's face was full of fear, and sweat was dripping.

Such a powerful cultivator was almost sweating, and one could imagine how strong Zhao Taiji's urgency was. The reason why he was sweating was because not long ago, just after hanging up the phone, he had vomited a mouthful of blood.

The exercises went mad and led to this. He kept looking ahead. He found that the master of the Sword Gate was still there without saying a word, just looking at the pilgrims outside the tower in a daze.

didn't hold back, Zhao Taiji said,

"Door master, what can I do this time? That Lin Yi ...... Then Lin Yi doesn't know what he did to my grandson, it's okay to say about our Zhao family, Zhao Xiong will die if he dies, but this will affect the century-old foundation of our Sword Gate, Sect Master, if Lin Yi comes in a while......" As he spoke, the Sword Gate Master glanced back at Zhao Taiji.

Zhao Taiji looks like an ordinary old man, but after staring at it for a long time, you will find that Zhao Taiji is a person who has been an emperor after all, and there is a majesty on his body.

It's just that when he looked back at the door owner, this majesty dissipated without a trace. The master of the Sword Sect looked much younger than Zhao Taiji, but he was forty or fifty years old, and he looked like a middle-aged man.

Zhao Taiji knew that when he was a young man, the door master looked like this, and decades later, the door master was still like this.

It can be seen that the strength of the door owner is unfathomable. The door master smiled slightly,

"Tai Chi, you let me down very much, you don't have to test me here, if you try it like this, I will punish you."

"As the master of the Sword Gate, I have just broken through, I can imagine how strong my strength is, that sword pill has made the dantian in my body continue to expand at least ten times as much as before, and I can even use a move to make ten thousand swords come out."

"Don't believe it, come and see ......" When he finished speaking, Zhao Taiji showed doubts in his eyes, and subconsciously asked,

"What is Ten Thousand Swords?" In the next moment, Zhao Taiji felt that his whole body seemed to be shrouded in fierce sword qi.

There was a look of shock in his eyes. In front of him, everything in this room, or even a little bit of dust, seemed to have taken the shape of a sword.

With the strength of his Dao realm, he could clearly see that some of the wood chips on the table had already stood up, like a sword.

"This ...... This is the formation of sword intent...... Ahh......hhh Door Master ...... You ......" Zhao Taiji was a little crazy, and his eyes were glaring angrily.

"Practicing swords at the age of three, being able to realize the true meaning of the sword at the age of ten, at the age of twenty-five, an iron sword is in the world, at the age of thirty, killing a giant Jiao in the deep mountains, at the age of forty, dominating the world with a wooden sword, I Cao Zifeng has been in the world for one hundred and sixty-seven years, for me, playing with swords, to paraphrase a modern popular saying, I am a professional, killing Lin Yi, just playing!" Cao Zifeng, the master of Tianmen Gate, has lived to be one hundred and sixty-seven years old, and has been practicing swords since he was three years old, and has practiced for more than 160 years, thinking that he has mastered the true meaning of swordsmanship.

Zhao Taiji kept nodding, and the old emperor of the imperial court could clearly feel that a chilling sword intent was constantly entwining his body.

Looking at those sword hairs, Zhao Taiji wanted to laugh excitedly.

"If Lin Yi, the little rabbit cub, comes this time, he will definitely die, since my grandson Zhao Xiong is not dead, then kill Lin Yi, and all the crisis will be resolved."

"It is estimated that Lin Yi is also afraid of the door master, so he doesn't dare to do anything to Zhao Xiong." A little sycophant is sent.

But if Zhao Taiji had ever seen the scene of Lin Yi and Sanyou Hengren fighting, he wouldn't be able to say this sentence at all.

At that time, where Lin Yi waved his hand, countless dense sword feathers, both in terms of quantity and quality, were even more powerful than this one hundred and sixty-seven-year-old Sword Gate Master Cao Zifeng.

Of course, not only Zhao Taiji was like this, but Cao Zifeng, the master of the Sword Gate, would not dare to be so arrogant at all if he saw that scene.

The two of them rushed over with great expectations, thinking that Lin Yi was scared and didn't dare to do anything to Zhao Xiong.

Don't you know that Zhao Xiong is dead now, and Lin Yi, the little beast who is in a hurry to find death, has left his parents and others who are constantly talking with Zhao Xiong, and went to Wangyun Peak and Wangyun Tower alone.

Lin Yi knew that only by solving the Sword Gate Master and Zhao Taiji and slaughtering the entire Sword Gate would the first major crisis be completely lifted and he would have more confidence to leave.

When Lin Yi walked leisurely and came to the top of Wangyun Peak, looking at the winding queue at the foot of the mountain, he remembered the scene when he went to the Yunwu Villa on the Yunwu Mountain to get the Yunwu Ancient Tea Tree.

Lin Yi began to go up the mountain. This time Lin Yi was different from then. At that time, Lin Yi followed the crowd with the big slip, but now Lin Yi is not taking the usual path at all.

Instead of following the crowd, he turned a corner, jumped up with one foot, and soared about ten meters into the air, directly onto one of the cliffs.

Climbing the cliff, as if walking on the ground, Lin Yi kept walking through the woods. It didn't take long for Lin Yi to come to another cliff.

It happened to be far away, more than ten meters away, on the other side of the cliff on the peak of Wangyun Peak. Lin Yi's body fluttered lightly and moved sideways there.