The emperor welcomes his relatives, but it is a major event in the world.

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty, where the emperor resides.

Full house.

Imperial Residence, the first hotel of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It can even be said that it was specially made for the emperor.

Outside, the Guards, the Praetorian Guard, and some killers lurking in the shadows.

The seemingly festive and peaceful surface is hidden and murderous.

"Frostless, you shouldn't, I'll help you get through it when the time comes."

"Hidden sword, the Holy One wants to do something to us, you can't stop it."

Leng Wushuang's voice sounded emotionless at all.

"Who said that?"

Hiding the sword, the momentum on his body skyrocketed.

"Sword Elephant?! You have seen the sword elephant?"

The pinnacle of the Nine Realms, after that, is divided into four stages: sword rhyme, sword elephant, shortcut, and enlightenment.

And the second stage of the sword elephant is also called the contemplation of the sword elephant.

Watching the heavens and the earth, mountains and rivers, grass, trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts.

Behind the hidden sword, there was nothing, but the speed of his sword was faster than usual.

It's more than a step faster.

In this case, even fools can see that it is a contemplation of the sword elephant.

"Tsk! Yes! I entered such a realm without saying a word."

Ah Yu put his hand on the body of the hidden sword.

After three days.

The four of them have already arrived at the imperial capital, and they are not far from the imperial residence.

"Take your hands off."

The Tibetan sword did not shake off the smoke of the sword.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a cold frost standing next to him, the two of them would probably have to do it on the spot.

"Okay, now this is the capital of the Dynasty, let's try to keep a low profile, no one dares to guarantee how many people Xia Yuan is here and ambushed."

"Well, Miss Leng has a point."

Jian Nantian also agreed.

Ah Yu and Zangjian shot their eyes at Jian Nantian.

Jian Nantian tilted his head at a 45-degree angle, pretending not to notice the murderous eyes of the two.

On the road of the dynasty, Yang Feng did not dare to directly lead 70,000 people to swagger through the city, but embarked on the sheep intestine trail, which took most of the day.

Finally it was to the capital.

But he only dared to hide his army outside the city, because there was no city inside the city where his army of 70,000 could hide.

"Yang Shao, can we go and fight our way out of the encirclement?"

Jiang Jian and Jiang Tian looked at Yang Feng with suspicious eyes.

"Don't worry, I've already made it clear to Leader Jiang that when the third watch is in the evening, no matter what the situation, if you should make a move, you must make a move."

In this Hongmen banquet, there is only one person Yang Feng wants to kill, Xia Yuan.

"But I'm a little ...... about us."

"Xiao Tian, what are you practicing swordsmanship for?"

Yang Feng saw that everyone's confidence was shaken when they faced this unknown battle.

"Of course, I want to become, like Dugu's predecessors, a peerless master, free from the world."

Grandmaster of the Ten Realms, this is the dream of all sword practitioners in the world.

"What about you? Little Prison."

"I'm also the same goal as Brother Tian."

"Xiaoyin, what about you?"

"Me too."

When asked, almost everyone hopes to be able to become a person like Dugu Defeat.

Sword Demon, lonely and defeated.

It's a myth, a myth that really opened up swordsmanship.

Everything he does is something that others want to do but dare not do, and others want to do but can't do it.

"In that case, let's do it, it's useless to just think about it."

After Yang Feng said this, he entered the city gate by himself.

On the way here, they got a lot of invitations.

"Well, Yang Shao said

It is reasonable, swordsmanship is sharpened, and all of us here are older than Yang Shao, but in terms of their view of things, they are not as good as Yang Shao, and it is no wonder that Yang Shao is able to create his own swordsmanship at such an age."

Jiang Xiong sighed helplessly and kept up with Yang Feng's pace.

The rest of the people followed suit.

Imperial capital.

The streets and alleys are full of colorful lanterns, giving people a feeling of celebrating together.

There are not many pedestrians on both sides of the street.

Yang Feng and his party, after entering the capital, eleven people disappeared.

And the eleven people who disappeared were the killers of the Heavenly Mandate Organization that he had cultivated.

Manifest Destiny Organization.

This time, Yang Feng sent eleven killers, of which ten were at the middle gold level and one was at the obsidian level.

There were only six people left by Yang Feng's side.

Jiang Prison, Jiang Tian, Jiang Xiong, Jiang Yin, Jiang Feng, Jiang Fan.

Among these six people, only Jiang Jian and Jiang Tian stepped into the threshold of the Nine Realms, and the other four were in the Eight Realms or the Seven Realms.

In a blink of an eye, the six of them came to the Imperial Residence.

What is the emperor's residence, it is naturally the most high-end and high-grade restaurant in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

Not one of them.

In the whole world, there is only one imperial residence, and there is no other branch.

The entrance of the Emperor's Residence.

There is a special person who is responsible for checking the invitation, and Yang Feng handed over the invitation in his pocket.

After the other party carefully checked, he glanced at Yang Feng and handed the invitation to Yang Feng again.

As soon as he stepped in, Yang Feng felt a sense of murder.

Obviously, everyone who came here today understands that it is not for drinking, but for "opening a banquet".

As soon as they entered the door, Yang Feng and the others noticed the location of Zangjian and the others.

However, at this time, Yang Feng dressed up a little, so there were some changes in his appearance.

His eyes wiped with the hidden sword and the others.

"***, I just seemed to have a familiar feeling."

"Me too."

"You said it shouldn't be, Yang An's guy is here, right?"

"Pay more attention, white-shirted swordsman, I guess eight or nine will not be far from ten."

A woman's sixth sense is the most powerful.

"...... behind him"

The Tibetan sword entered the Broken Vein Mountain, but that day, it didn't stay for long, so it only had a sense of familiarity.

"The Holy One has arrived!"

Outside the emperor's residence, a loud voice sounded.

"Greetings to the Holy One!"

"Greetings to the Holy Majesty!"

Greetings rang out from all directions.

Yang Feng stood in place, his eyes were ancient and waveless, and he couldn't see the depth.

The four people behind him were just putting on a show.

Soon, surrounded by everyone, a man with a full heavenly court and an imperial robe entered the imperial residence with a majestic face.

Beside him, three or five guards stood.

Staring at it, it turned out to be the peak of the Eight Realms, and even one of them had reached the level of the peak of the Nine Realms.

"Yang Shao, it's hard to start! There are many masters around him, and we ......."

"Don't make a move for a while, I'll meet him myself for a while."

Yang Feng wanted more than anyone else, grabbed Xia Yuan, and asked about his father's whereabouts.

Moreover, it can almost be said here that they are all Xia Yuan's people, once there is really any conflict and they start to make a move, Jiang Tian and the others will definitely be reduced to the soul of the sword.

Because there were no less than sixteen masters of the Nine Realms present, and it was not excluded that they were secretly hidden.

"Damn, this dog emperor, where did he come from, there are so many Nine Realm masters, although the realm is vain, but there are too many of them!"

Ah Yu complained quietly on the side.

"Look, it's Bai Ye, Ruxi, Lin Mu, and Wu Qiankun

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Eight of the nine great sword gods have come.

When Fengyi arrives, this Hongmen banquet may reveal its true face.

"Wushuang, for a while, you try to break through, and leave the rest to me."

Tibetan Jian knows that today is more auspicious and less auspicious.

Although Leng Wushuang had no feelings for him, he still couldn't let go of Leng Wushuang in his heart.

Maybe this is love, even if you know that the other party is not in your heart, you still love without hesitation.

"No, I don't."

Cold frost, with a slight coldness hanging on the corners of his mouth.

She dared to come to the Imperial Residence, but she never thought that she would leave alive.

"Wushuang, don't be tough, *** is right, no matter what you say, it's also a woman, let women fight bloodily, I will kill the terrifying sword god, where is this face to be placed?"

Ah Yu also spoke.

Only Jian Nantian beat the drum in his heart.

He is still at the peak of the Nine Realms, the first stage of Shen Yun.

The scene in front of him gave him a strong sense of oppression.

"Lin Mu, Bai Ye, Ruxi, and Wu Qiankun have seen the saint!"

The four of them saluted towards Xia Yuan with their fists.

"Excuse me, have all the founding heroes of the country come here?"

Xia Yuan's gaze swept around, and his gaze finally stopped on Leng Wushuang's body.

No way, the temperament is too attractive.

The number one beauty on the beauty list is not blown out.

Standing there casually, it is an extremely eye-catching existence.

"Cold Sword God, I haven't seen you for many years, but your demeanor is still the same!"

Xia Yuan's voice sounded.

Hearing Xia Yuan's words, Leng Wushuang said indifferently.

"Holy one, it's too much."

And the Tibetan sword beside Leng Wushuang, his fists rattled.

There are green tendons on the forehead.

"Hidden sword, calm down! Now we do it, and we'll be the target of public criticism."

Ah, he grabbed one of the arms of the hidden sword.

Yang Feng in the crowd in the distance, the sword intent "sapling" in the dantian part of his body, has grown slowly in the past few days, and the sword intent he has bred is not much different from the previous few days.

"It seems that this fierce battle is inevitable."

Xia Yuan's intentions, Yang Fengna couldn't see it, he was provoking the hidden sword.

As long as he hides the sword and dares to make a riot in this situation, then Xia Yuan can openly deal with the crime of hiding the sword.

"Hidden sword, you have to hold your temper!"

It's not the best time to make a move.

Yang Feng said silently in his heart.

"Whew!"

Hidden Sword's heart beat so strongly that he took a deep breath.

But the mood did not calm down, and his eyes still stayed on Xia Yuan.

"Haha! I wonder if the cold sword god can appreciate his face and be my bridesmaid at this wedding?"

"I'm sorry, Holy One, but I'm really not interested."

Leng Wushuang, as soon as these words came out, everyone's hearts became nervous.

You know, it's not ordinary people who talk to Leng Wushuang!

It is the Ninety-Five Supreme of the Great Xia Dynasty, Leng Wushuang, at best, he is only a minister of His Royal Highness, and he dares to speak so disrespectfully.

"Bold! Leng Wushuang, do you know who you're talking to?"

A Nine Realms peak guard beside Xia Yuan burst out with killing intent on his body.

And angrily scolded Leng Wushuang.

"Who is Wushuang talking to, can you be a nobody?"

The sword was forcibly pressed, and the anger in his chest.

Ah Yu is speechless, he and Zangjian, not to mention the different personalities, there is still a contrast, Tibetan Sword has a cold personality on weekdays.

Everything seems indifferent.

But once Leng Wushuang is involved, Zangjian's temper will become extremely irritable, even surpassing Ah Yu.

Ah Yu is weekdays, looks grumpy, critical

Moment. He's at ease.

"You, you kid have a kind of name!"

"Hidden Sword."

Hiding the sword, he spit out two words very calmly.

"Hidden Sword Sword God?!"

"Hidden sword, long time no see, don't come unharmed."

Xia Yuan stepped out in one step and stood in front of this Nine Realms peak swordsman.

Greeted the hidden sword calmly.

"Humph!"

Zangjian snorted coldly and did not speak.

"Hidden Sword, what is your identity that you dare to treat with such an attitude, Son of Heaven? Why don't you kneel down and apologize?"

"Xia Yuan, your dog is not on a leash! I discipline and discipline you on your behalf, you don't mind, right?"

The figure of the hidden sword disappeared in place, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared behind the guard who had just spoken.

The hidden sword in the cuff is unsheathed.

That guard was only the peak of the Eight Realms, and the gap between the two swordsmanship realms was too big.

Before he could react, the sword that hid the sword fell on his neck.

"Hide your sword, don't be impulsive." Look at the book

Ah Yu and Jian Nantian arrived in time.

Bai Ye and others also heard the news.

Xia Yuan's gaze stayed on the sword in the hand of the hidden sword.

Broke through again.

Compared with ten years ago, Zangjian has made a step forward in swordsmanship.

Even Xia Yuan can't secretly admire it in his heart.

Xia Yuan is also a swordsman, but his talent is not in the sword, and he has been cultivating the sword for more than thirty years, and he is only at the peak of the eighth realm.

Unable to enter the Ninth Realm for a long time.

What about the ethereal tenth realm.

"Brother Tibetan Sword, I haven't seen him for many years, and my swordsmanship is even better than before, so I'm glad to congratulate you."

From beginning to end, Xia Yuan did not show a trace of displeasure on his face.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the move of hiding the sword undoubtedly offended Xia Yuan to death.

"Holy Lord, this time I was invited to wait, it shouldn't be just for the sake of eating and drinking, right?"

The Tibetan sword did not receive Xia Yuan's compliment, but went straight into it with a single sword.

Xia Yuan's brows furrowed deeply.

This hidden sword is more and more unbridled and does not take him seriously.

"Holy Lord, you have a lot of them, don't be as knowledgeable as the hidden sword."

Jian Nantian pulled the robe where the sword was hidden.

"Haha! Brother Jiannan, Brother Zangjian, you don't need to panic, as for inviting you here this time, when Fengyi comes, you can tell you everything."

Xia Yuan smiled heartily, as if he didn't take the rudeness of the hidden sword to him before.

The hidden sword was pulled back into its seat.

Leng Wushuang did hide the sword by his side.

"Hidden Sword, you don't have to do this for me, you know, I ......."

"Frostless, you don't have to feel guilty, I volunteered."

Zang Jian, when he said this, his heart was dripping blood, and sometimes, he couldn't understand why he was worried about Leng Wushuang.

Leng Wushuang's smile lingered in his mind.

Just seeing a smile on Leng Wushuang's face, it was already ten years ago.

At that time, he was deeply attracted by the cold smile.

Ten years later, to be precise, after Yang Zhong abandoned Leng Wushuang, Zangjian never saw a trace of a smile on Leng Wushuang's face.

The merry sword god is no longer romantic, but treats the people of the world coldly.

"You ......"

Leng Wushuang trembled in her heart, but she still wanted to shatter the only illusion left in Zangjian's heart.

Because, the long pain is better than the short pain, and she doesn't want to delay the hidden sword.