Xi Yao and the others were taken aback, and when they looked up, the light at the entrance of the grotto dimmed, and several mermaids rushed in.

The person at the head, the bronze skin flashed with a dazzling luster, the wild linen robe draped on the body was blowing in the wind, the palms were wide and broad, but the whole body exuded an inexplicable terrifying momentum, it was Bi Xuan, who was regarded as the Martial Honor of the Prairie and had fought with Song Xing once.

The person on Bi Xuan's left has a face that is unusually narrow and long, and the facial features on it are all shortcomings that no one wants to have, and it is more like they are all crowded into a pile.

His forehead was particularly high, his chin was slender and a little cumbersome, and the bridge of his nose was disproportionately high, making his eyes and mouth even smaller.

Fortunately, there is a long black hair draped over the shoulders, which reconciles the incongruity between the broad shoulders and the narrow face, otherwise it will be even more awkward and weird.

Standing on the right side of Bi Xuan is an old man with a long beard, with a quaint and simple face, wearing a thick brocade robe, which shows that his taller figure than ordinary people is even more majestic as a mountain, and he has a hermit flavor that is out of the dust.

The two of them stood beside Bi Xuan, but their momentum was like a high mountain, and they did not lose Bi Xuan, the Turkic martial god.

The three of them stood together, and the momentum alone had already filled the entire palace.

Looking at the three people in front of him, Song Xing had already guessed the identities of the other two in his heart.

Yijian master Fu Cailin, scattered people Ning Dodge!

"Three great grandmasters, what a battle!"

Song Xing smiled slightly, and also released the momentum on his body, resisting the coercion of the three of them.

"To be able to organize the three great masters, I want to come to Cihang Jingzhai and the contemporary Zhai master is also here."

Song Xing's voice fell, and a figure walked out behind the three great grandmasters, and said to Song Xing, "Cihang Jingzhai Fan Qinghui, I have seen the Demon Sect Demon Lord."

She was wearing a white dress and plain skirt, her face was dignified and beautiful, and her temperament was like a fairy.

"Unexpectedly, it is rumored that the Lord of Cihang Jingzhai is such a beautiful woman." Song Xing admired slightly.

"The Demon Lord is falsely praised." Fan Qinghui shook her head lightly and said, "The poor nun came to see the Demon Lord this time because she had something to ask for."

A hint of mockery flashed in Song Xing's eyes, and he said, "Let's hear it."

Fan Qinghui said: "Please put the common people in the world first, give up the struggle for hegemony in the world, and lead the Demon Gate to withdraw from the Central Plains."

Song Xing looked at the woman in front of him, and said a little suddenly: "It turned out that it was for Li Valve, Song Mou was really curious, how much benefit Li Valve promised Cihang Jingzhai, let you saddle the horse and help them like this."

Fan Qinghui looked at Song Xing's expressionless face, and his voice was still unwavering: "Poor Ni said, just for the sake of the common people in the world, Li Valve is the co-master of the world selected by Cihang Jingzhai, and the Demon Gate is against it, but it is against the way of heaven, and in order for the common people to no longer suffer, I am willing to ask the Demon Lord to let go."

Song Xing sneered: "It's a good sentence that the world is the co-master, but as a Han person, I have chosen a foreign co-lord for the world, a good mercy for the mercy."

Compared with Song Que's firm desire to restore the rule of the Han people, the lord of Cihang Jingzhai believed that the submission of the south to the north and the unification of the south with the north would be the inevitable direction of historical development.

She believes that even if the northern aliens rule the Central Plains, as long as the war can be ended, all this is worth it, and after a long time, it is the right way to assimilate the aliens with Han culture and form ethnic integration.

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Hearing Song Xing's mocking words, Fan Qinghui's face changed slightly, Cihang Jingzhai has been high and respected in the rivers and lakes over the years, how could he have been hit by someone like this.

"The general trend of the world has become clear, why should the Demon Lord go against the sky."

Song Xing said: "Li Valve and you, you can't represent the will of heaven, if you want to win the world, rely on your own ability to take it!"

Without waiting for Fan Qinghui to speak again, Song Xing said loudly: "Since the evil king is here, why hide outside secretly, if you want to take the head of a certain master of Song, let's go together."

The faces of everyone in the grotto changed, and Fan Qinghui's eyes flashed with a vigilant look.

After a few breaths, a figure floated into the grotto like a ghost, and in the eyes of Xi Yao and Bai Qing'er, this figure was as light as light

Smoke is really like an evil spirit.

The man who appeared in front of everyone had a face that made a woman scream, a high nose bridge, sexy thin lips, and deep and charming eyes. If it weren't for the slight smile on the corner of his mouth that was too evil, maybe it would really give people a sense of gentleness.

It's a pity that the light flashing in his ink-black phoenix eyes was a bit cynical, which made his originally handsome and handsome face suddenly become gloomy!

Feeling the momentum of Shi Zhixuan's body, which did not lose the slightest bit to Bi Xuan and the others, Song Xing understood that Shi Zhixuan had finally broken through the realm of the Great Grandmaster with the help of Cihang Jingzhai.

The people who were invited by Fan Qinghui to ambush Song Xing were not the three great masters, but the four!

Perhaps with the help of Cihang Jingzhai, Shi Zhixuan actually stepped into the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and was even invited by Fan Qinghui to come and ambush Song Xing.

Song Xing instantly guessed Cihang Jingzhai's plan, even if the ambush of Song Xing failed, and two great masters appeared inside the Demon Gate, they would inevitably fight for power and profit, so they couldn't take care of more things.

After being suppressed by Lao Junguan for three years, Cihang Jingzhai finally showed his terrifying fangs, and as soon as he made a move, it was a lore, and the lineup of the four great grandmasters made it clear that he did not intend to let Song Xing leave the grassland alive.

Song Xing laughed, looked at the people in front of him, and said, "No wonder you dare to come to the door so fearlessly, it turns out that you have moved the four great grandmasters, even so, what can you do with me?"

Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan are both great masters of foreign races, and they have the opportunity to get rid of the great masters of the Central Plains and plunge the Central Plains into a state of turmoil, so they naturally can't ask for it.

Song Xing dared to guarantee that although the two of them were instigated by Fan Qinghui on the surface, they both had their own little abacus in their hearts.

If Song Xing really died in the grassland, the next moment, maybe the Turks would take advantage of the troubled times in the Central Plains to lead troops to the Central Plains and set off even greater bloodshed and massacre.

Fan Qinghui said calmly: "Demon Lord, the poor nun advises you not to resist stubbornly, if you are willing to surrender and abolish your martial arts, the poor monk can be the master, how about guaranteeing your life?"

Song Xing sneered, "I, what kind of goods are you Cihang Jingzhai doing, and you are worthy of me surrendering?"

Anger appeared between Fan Qinghui's eyebrows, and he said slowly, "Then don't bother the Demon Lord to choose."

Song Xing sneered, suddenly stretched out his hand towards the void, grabbed the void, and with a slurp, all the air within a few zhang of the surrounding area instantly froze.

Fan Qinghui's body shook, and his footsteps took seven or eight steps back in a row before stopping.

"Cihang Jingzhai, but that's it."

Song Xing snorted coldly, his body moved, turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, and in the blink of an eye, he swept in front of Fan Qinghui.

"Zheng—"

The sound of the knife resounded in the sky, and with a wave of Song Xing's arm, a cold light shot quickly towards Fan Qinghui's throat.

Fan Qinghui's face changed slightly, his sleeves swayed, and the majestic internal force gushed out, blocking the great evil king who Song Xing slashed, and jumped more than ten zhang away with the help of his strength, widening the distance between the two, and said coldly: "The demon lord is also the master of the dignified faction, don't you feel ashamed to attack like this?"

Song Xing sneered, "Cihang Jingzhai is also embarrassed to talk about face?"

Fan Qinghui was silent for a moment and said, "If you don't descend, what awaits Lao Junguan is only destruction."

Song Xing sneered: "Then let's see, today is the fall of your Cihang Jingzhai or the destruction of my old Junguan."

With his words, a fierce momentum suddenly erupted, the wind and clouds in the entire grotto changed, stone chips flew, and everyone in the grotto looked in the direction of Song Xing in fear and anxiety.

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