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In Crowe City, at the door of the guest house, Xius grabbed Ling Hujue, who was about to go out, and said urgently, "Boss, do you really want to go alone? To read the latest chapters, please lock in to Aishang's novel network biquge.info" Theseus said as he clutched Ling Hujue's arm vigorously, and his honest face turned red.

Linghu turned his face sideways, looked at Xiusi and the others who followed him with the same expectant expression, smiled, the corners of his mouth twitched with slightly bared teeth, very beautiful, "Didn't I already tell you?

Seeing that everyone lowered their heads and did not speak. Linghu Jue patted Xiusi on the shoulder, ignoring the implied insistence in Xiusi's eyes, and said loudly, "Don't worry, it's okay!" Speaking of this, he turned around and said to Xiao Yue, who was holding Tusu, "Miss Xiaoyue, cook more rice at night, I will definitely eat a few more bowls tonight!" After speaking, he shook a hand vigorously and took Xiusi's hand, and then slowly broke it open, and quickly turned around, and the back of the white samurai uniform raised a beautiful arc.

Xiusi and the others looked at the back of Ling Fox Jue, who was walking away quickly, and their hearts were gloomy. "Boss!" said Hughes, gritting his teeth, turning sharply and heading towards the backyard. All the people seemed to have understood something, and they all walked to the backyard without discussion, and their steps were very urgent, as if something was going to fall.

Turning the corner of the street, Ling Hujue's pace slowed down, and Junxiu's face was no longer as relaxed as just now, dignified, an indescribable dignifiedness. Gripping the sword of darkness that was stuck diagonally behind his back, the fox regained his usual indifference on his face. Thinking of the expressions of Xiusi and the others just now, Ling Hujue's chest was hot, and he deeply understood that if it weren't for his cold face in the morning and his cold refusal, these people would not hesitate to accompany him to the East Gate, accompany him to face thousands of troops, and even accompany him to die! "Brother, while I am still alive, I will definitely not let you die first!"

Sunlight shines through the cracks in the battlements and on a clearing inside the east gate. Since the capture of Crowe by Cotroux, the streets of Crowe have been deserted. The breeze blew the shreds on both sides of the street, and the broken doors and windows creaked. A shattered magic crystal fell from the door of the store and rolled to Linghu's feet with a grunt.

"You're here, where are your men?" said Fath, dressed in cyan armor, slowly walking out of the corner of the gate, smiling sympathetically on his thin face.

Ling Hu Jue gently stepped on the magic crystal that rolled to his feet, and crushed it hard, and the originally hard crystal immediately turned into powder. Moving his steps, Ling Hu said in a cold voice without raising his eyes, "You can call your people to come out!"

Fath was stunned for a moment, and waved his hand with a gloomy face, only to see nearly a hundred Cortroux soldiers poking their heads out from the rooftops on both sides of the street, all bows full moon, arrows wound, and aimed at Ling Hu's heart.

Ling Hu Jue still stood with an unchanged face, as if these hundred sharp arrows were aimed at others, not himself. The shoulder-length length floated slightly under the operation of the true qi, and the cold and handsome face was particularly dazzling at the moment. But what really attracts the people around him is not the handsome and unusual appearance of Ling Hujue, but the hidden momentum. In the eyes of the surrounding Kotru soldiers, Ling Hu Jue seemed to be no longer a person at this moment, but more like a mountain and a sea. And their arrows were peculiarly small and insignificant in front of this mountain, this sea. Under the subtle action of their hearts, all the soldiers suddenly felt that the bow and arrow in their hands suddenly seemed to become heavier, and the weight made the tip of the arrow droop involuntarily.

"This young man is not simple!" Major General Zaro, who was standing on the city tower, stared at Ling Hujue not far away, and his cold face showed a hint of surprise. Ever since he had told him the whole story the previous night, he had taken a great interest in the young man.

Qili, who was standing beside Zaro, also felt the difference between Ling Fox, his slender sword eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and a few hints of light red were wiped on his sickly face. Secretly reached out and shook the scimitar behind his back, with a thoughtful smile on his face.

Fa Si was also infected by Ling Hu's absolute momentum, his face became solemn, and he slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and slowly ordered Hu Jue's eyebrows. Since losing to Linghu in the Four Clans Competition, Fasi has abandoned his sword and used a sword instead.

Ling Hu Jue stared at the tip of the sword pointing to the center of his eyebrows, as if an old monk had settled down, and stood with his feet unscrupulous, his face showing a holy light. "Hiss!" Fa Si, who had always been inferior in momentum, finally couldn't help but move, and the long sword in his hand swept up with the figure of the rushing forward, and stabbed straight towards Ling Hujue's eyebrows. Linghu's face did not change, his toes were thinner, and his body moved back flat as if he was being pulled by something. The dark sword behind him also flashed a little cold star in the slight retreat, flying towards Fasi's face!

Fath spun sideways in a hurry, avoiding the oncoming cold stars, his left leg flew up, and the long sword stabbed straight into Ling Fox's chest like flowing water. Ling Hu Jue's face tightened, and he secretly praised in his heart, "It seems that Fa Si's kung fu has made great progress in the past half a year, or it won't be a few years before he can reach the level of a great sword master!"

Looking at Ling Hu Jue, who was entangled with Fasi, Major General Zaro's face standing on the city tower gradually became grim, and his heart that had always been silent also secretly exclaimed, "I didn't expect these hunters from the mountains to be so powerful, I used to see Fasi's kung fu and felt incredible, I didn't expect this young man named Ling Hu Jue to be even more powerful!"

Qili also stood expressionlessly, but his heart kept churning, "Linghu Jue, I want to meet you!" As if sensing the master's fighting intent, the strange scimitar behind Qili trembled slightly, and let out a few faint sounds.

After connecting Linghu with more than a dozen moves, Fath finally couldn't help but take a few steps back, and a hint of light red flashed on his thin face, and he disappeared immediately. gasped slightly, and the body that had been standing up straight slowly arched up, exuding a faint light-colored fighting aura.

Ling Hu Jue still stood quietly, his head slightly raised, his eyes blurred at the white floating clouds in the sky, and the spiritual platform was empty. A breeze came, swaying shoulder-length, so arrogant, so cold. At this moment, in the eyes of these surrounding archers, Linghu did not look like a terrible enemy, but more like a wandering poet and a homesick wanderer. When the hearts of these archers were unconsciously lonely, Ling Fox was moved, and in an instant, the whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, and like a meteor that fell sharply, and before others could see what was going on, they had stabbed six hundred and thirty-six swords at Fasi.

Fa Si was shocked, he didn't have time to think, the long sword in his hand subconsciously blocked, and after a crisp sound of gold and iron fighting, Fa Si had a cold face, and took a few steps back, and with the falling long sword, the feathers on several helmets slowly fell in the air.

Fa Si looked straight at Ling Hujue, his face pale. He knew in his heart that at least six of the thirty-six swords that Ling Hu Jue had just made could inflict heavy damage on him. "No, I didn't, I didn't lose!" Fa Si shouted in his heart, he couldn't find any trace of beauty on his distorted face, and his two eyes looked at Ling Hu Jue like a drop of blood, gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go!"

Nearly a hundred sharp arrows flashed like locusts and flew towards Linghu Jue, so dense and so fast.

Major General Zaro on the city tower frowned, but he still stretched out his hand to stop the beggar who was about to jump down, and said lightly, "Wait a little longer, listen to Fasi, that young man named Ling Hu Jue still has a few good kung fu subordinates!"

"Wind whirlpool, protect!" Ling Hu Jue ignored the arrows in the sky, and sang softly, with the figure of Gao Xuan, a cyan whirlwind rose from the ground, swirling around Ling Hu Jue's whole person, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye. As soon as those arrows collided with these whirlpools, they all seemed to lose their strength, and they flew around Ling Fox Jue with the whirlpools, and from a distance, it looked like a huge ball of arrows was constantly tumbling. Linghu, who was in the center, did not dare to be relaxed, and quickly gathered the eight-layer Demon Moon True Qi, and at the moment when the wind stopped, the ball scattered, and the arrow fell, Linghu Jue let out a clear roar, and turned into a dragon, the sword was like a silver rainbow, sprinkling thousands of stars, and it was under the hood of Fa Si Lin a few meters away.

Fasi retreated sharply, and the sword in his hand shook out a little sword flower under the urging of true qi, like a cold plum in full bloom in winter, little by little, one by one, blooming in front of Fasi. Starlight suppressed the sword flower, and the sword flower bloomed under the starlight, and after a series of blows, Fa Si snorted, took a few steps back, and blood oozed from his right arm without a helmet.

"Good swordsmanship!" With a cold compliment, a silver sword light fell from the sky, making the fox snort coldly, not retreating, but advancing, and the dark sword in his hand drew several dark sword shadows. After a few crisp crossfires. Ling Hu took a few steps back, stood with his sword down, and looked at Qili standing in front of him with a pair of bright eyes shining with cold light.

"Who are you?" Ling Hu Jue asked in a deep voice, his cold tone without a trace of emotion, and with the handsome face that was as cold as frost, the temperature around him suddenly dropped by a few degrees.

Qili lowered his eyes, and his feet moved gently with the slight Yang, "My name is Qili!"

Ling Hu Jue looked at the calm Qili and the scimitar that shone with a strange light, and secretly complained in his heart, "It seems that the Kotru Empire must have interfered in the affairs of me and Fasi, and looking at Qili's move just now, the kung fu should be above Fasi!"

"Boss, boss!" Just as Ling Hu Jue and Qi Li were gathering their true qi and preparing for a battle, a hurried shout came from behind Ling Hu Jue. With a cacophony of footsteps, Hughes and the others appeared at the corner of the street

"Boss, how are you?" Seeing that Ling Hu Jue was standing quietly in the middle of the street, Fath and another young officer were standing opposite him, and there were quite a few archers around the eaves, they immediately raised their spirits and flew over, especially Xiu Si even jumped to Ling Hu Jue's side and asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" Ling Hu Jue's cold words revealed a hint of emotion, and he reproached without twisting his head, "I didn't tell you to stay in the inn. Don't come out?"

Xiusi saw that Ling Hu Jue was not scarred, and he also made up his mind, and stood side by side with Ling Hu Jue, his eyes glared at Fasi, and replied in a muffled voice, "Boss, not only are we here, but even Tusu, Cole, etc. are here!"

"What?" Linghu Jue, who had never looked back, was anxious and startled, and even his voice trembled a little. After the First World War of Donglin Art Academy, Tusu and Cole were seriously injured, and although Sisi tried his best to treat them, they were still unable to move freely until today.

There was no answer, Xiusi and several other members of the falcon team had been completely infected by the fighting intent of the beggar and the surrounding atmosphere, everyone was anxious to gather their true qi, their bodies bowed slightly, the hunting knife in their hands, and the magic sword were even more like poisonous snakes swallowing cold rays, looking from a distance, it was like a group of demon leopards ready to pounce, and there was a moment of explosion in the quiet waiting!

Under the sun, Zaro, who was standing on the city tower, finally couldn't help but be moved, and his tense face showed a look of surprise, "What a terrible group of young people!"

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