Wang Po was born in a cool background and was not from the south, but because of the grievances and hatreds between him and the Great Zhou court, the people in the south were very willing to accept him.

So when he became the master of Huaiyuan, he did not usher in vigilance and hostility, but was welcomed instead.

Compared with Su Li, his character and morality are more liked by the southerners, and he is more trustworthy and dependable.

In other words, he is more suitable than Su Li as the flag of the South, but first, he needs to raise this flag.

The whole south had been waiting for the day when he would break through to the sacred, but no one expected that this day would come so early and so suddenly that no one was prepared.

Today, his iron sword cut through the sky of Kyoto, raised the flag fluttering in the wind, and finally welcomed the south with its own flag.

Aside from the existence of legends that can no longer be verified, he is the youngest person to enter the divine realm.

Or in the future, in the younger generation, represented by Akiyama-kun, there will be someone who surpasses his achievements, but no one can be sure.

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On the Luoshui embankment, the three chariots slowly retreated, and the cold willow branches swayed gently in the wind, unable to stay.

Looking over there, the face of the second master of the Tang family was very gloomy, but he didn't do anything, and the two god generals and hundreds of cavalry feather forest troops also remained silent.

The three chariots, which look inconspicuous, but represent the entire Tiannan, have clearly shown their attitude.

They can't do anything more, otherwise, it means that the imperial court and the Wenshui Tang family will have to turn against the entire south.

No one can afford this responsibility, even if he is a big man sent to Kyoto by the Tang family of Wenshui.

In the whole of Kyoto, or even the entire continent, there is now only one person who can take on this responsibility.

Daozun business boat.

The second master of the Tang family withdrew his gaze and looked somewhere in the north.

Of the two things to be done today, one has already failed, and the remaining one is even more important.

The position of the Pope represents the resources and strength of the state religion, and there can be no more problems.

Chen Changsheng must die.

Clouds and snow, like flocks of sheep driven by whips, walk slowly in the gloomy sky.

The saint of White Emperor City is temporarily balancing the situation in the palace.

The southerners would not care about Chen Changsheng's life or death and the survival of the state religion, and people like the head of the Akiyama family would be even more willing to see Chen Changsheng die.

There shouldn't be anyone who will come to save Chen Changsheng.

In this way, it can be said that today is barely a draw.

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The three chariots drove out of Kyoto without any hindrance.

The snow-covered Wuliyuan shows its full presence on the other side of the Bai River, and after crossing the bridge, you can step on the official road back to the south.

Guan Feibai signaled the chariot to stop, said a word to the head of the Akiyama family, and saluted and prepared to leave.

The curtain of the chariot in front of him was lifted, revealing Wang Po's somewhat pale face.

"What are you going to do?"

Guan Feibai said: "That guy should be very troublesome now, I'll go see if I can help." ”

When he said this, his tone was very natural, and he felt very natural, so even if his voice was very steady, he showed a particularly sense of righteousness.

Wang Po laughed, thinking that the Lishan Sword Sect was really extraordinary, and these young disciples were much stronger than Su Li's predecessors.

"No need to go. He continued: "That guy has his own arrangements, and he doesn't need to help more." ”

From Shilang's Mansion to Beicheng, they talked a lot on the bank of Luoshui, about Wang Zhice and Zhou Yuan, Dao Dao and Sword Spirit, and naturally talked about what they were going to do.

The guy asked him to help him drag down the Iron Tree, and other than that, he asked for nothing else.

Wang Po did more and cut down the iron tree, so that guy would naturally be able to do the rest.

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Snow fell on the ruins and on the guy's shoulder.

A sword light peeked out of the wind and snow, like lightning.

At this moment, the sword light was still more than ten zhang away from him, but the next moment would come, and the sword of the powerhouse of the Gathering Star Realm could ignore this distance.

Chen Changsheng didn't look at it, he was still staring at Xiao De, ignoring the sword light, and he seemed a little too proud and arrogant.

This is not the case, when this sword light appeared, he had already taken out the sword, but except for Xiao De, who was very close, no one found it.

A crisp sword roar resounded through the courtyard in the depths of the North Terracotta Hutong.

It was the sound of two swords intersecting.

The wind and snow suddenly dispersed, and a master of the Qing Officials Division was forced to show his figure, and retreated with a muffled snort.

A gap the size of a grain of rice appeared in the sword he was holding.

This is his sect mountain sword, which is extremely cherished by him, but he doesn't have time to feel heartache at this time, and his heart is full of shock.

He stared at the snowy sky in front of him, his face pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

In the snowy sky, an ancient sword floated, humming low.

What kind of sword is this? Can you actually slash your own Zongmen Mountain Sword?

What's more, this sword ...... Where did it come from?

When he was still in extreme shock, another sword light pierced through the wind and snow and stabbed towards Chen Changsheng.

This sword light is even more insidious, starting two feet below the ground, and the angle is extremely tricky, with a bit of the taste of witch swordsmanship.

Chen Changsheng saw this sword light, but he still didn't move.

The cold wind was sudden, and an old sword appeared in front of the sword light, as if it had been born out of the sky.

The two swords met, and the sound of the swords was chaotic.

With a strange scream, an assassin from the Heavenly Machine Pavilion fell from a tree into a snowdrift in a terrible way, and a wound appeared on his left shoulder, dripping with blood.

"What's going on!"

The Heavenly Machine Pavilion assassin stood up and swung his sword wildly, desperately resisting the pursuit of the old sword, and shouted in shock.

Several thunderous crashes sounded in the snowy sky.

Several powerful men of the Great Zhou military who were attacking head-on let out several muffled snorts and were shaken back to the bottom of the courtyard wall.

Their hands holding swords trembled slightly, and their expressions were very solemn.

Several swords appeared in the snowy sky again, but unlike the previous ghostly swords, these swords were obviously much thicker and heavier.

Even after hundreds of years of grinding, these heavy swords still contain extremely terrifying power.

An eerie atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.

No one shot again.

With a clear sound, the old sword that was chasing the killer of Tianji Pavilion flew back through the snow and stopped in front of Chen Changsheng.

More than ten swords, quietly suspended in the air around his body, took the snowflakes falling from the sky, and guarded all directions.

These swords have different shapes and different breaths, and they have one common feature, that is, they are very old.

Rust can even be seen on a few swords, but they don't hide the edge.

Looking at this scene, the strong men of the imperial court remembered the rumor, their expressions became extremely solemn, and they even began to show fear.

If that rumor is true, then this should just be the beginning.

Sure enough, in the next moment, they heard a lot of voices.

Choke choke!

It was not the sound of the blade of the sword grinding against the scabbard, but the sound of the blade breaking through the snowy sky.

Countless swords flew out from in front of Chen Changsheng.

It's like a myriad of fish, gushing out of a deep pool.

Between the courtyards, the sword intent and sword light were great, covering the colors of the wind and snow.