It turned out that he had already coped from the beginning.

"After today, there will be no longer a forest in Datang, right?"

Murong Yingjie asked softly, the study is a quiet place, not suitable for loud noise, and there is nothing wrong with speaking softly.

Li Xiu took a deep breath, shook his head and said: "The people of Changlin can't be killed, there will always be some people hiding in temples or rivers and lakes, but if you can't kill all of them, you can kill ninety percent, after today, the people in Changlin will not die, but Changlin will disappear." ”

There may be some remnants of the Changlin people, but the Changlin will definitely disappear.

This is the confidence of listening to Xue Lou, especially Xu Jiaoren is now in Gusu City.

There is an inevitable connection between many things, Changlin wants to kill him, but he is not dead, he is in Gusu City right now, the Murong family will rebel, but they dare not kill him, so Changlin will do it himself, and Xu Jiaoren will definitely come.

One of Changlin's Five Realms died in the Meridian Valley, and the hatred was added to the hatred, and the resentment was even deeper.

If you can't take advantage of this time Li Xiu to kill him when he is in danger alone in Gusu City, it will be difficult to do it in the future.

There are only a handful of the five realms in the world, and the sum of the Tang Kingdom is not much, starting from Xiaonanqiao to Liangkai River and Meridian Valley, maybe the five realms that have died in the past few decades have not died much in just half a year.

The world of great controversy.

A chaotic situation.

Therefore, Xu Jiaoren will definitely come in person, and only if he comes in person can he have all the confidence to kill Li Xiu.

"Your Highness said before that you would kill all the chess pieces, so you killed the people of Changlin cleanly, and by the way, cleaned up the internal troubles of the Tang Dynasty, I still have the same problem as before, how do you break the game in front of you?"

No matter how many people Xue Lou kills in the distance, no matter how thorough it is, he can't take care of it in front of him after all, he will win, and Li Xiu will die after Xu Jiaoren comes.

If he dies, no matter how much Changlin is killed by Xuelou, it will not be called a game, let alone a game.

It's just a dead fish.

There was enough ink and enough chatter at the moment, so that everything that should have been said had been said and the things that had been figured out had been figured out.

Then there is no need to go on.

Murong Yingjie casually took off a piece of clothing from one side of the wall and put it on his body and then walked out of the study and the deserted garden, his pace was not fast, but the pace was very large, like Qiao Sanye's sword steps, just a few steps appeared in the main courtyard, stepping on the wreckage through the two five realms and then standing

In front of the gate of Murong Mansion.

The three big characters above his head shone dimly.

Li Si fell from the sky and stood in front of him.

Hundreds of Tsing Yi turned around at the same time, lowered their heads slightly, the hand holding the sword gradually strengthened, the knuckles turned white, and the breathing was suffocated.

Murong Yingjie simply stood there, so that no one dared to raise his head in Xue Lou.

Gusu City is good at using swords, and there are many people who use swords well in Tang Kingdom, but the best force with swords is undoubtedly Gusu City.

Murong Yingjie is the city lord of Gusu, he is thin and has a dark disease in his body, so his face has been pale for more than ten years, and he has also taken the medicine of the grass saint for more than ten years, and he has never improved.

Since he became the city lord, the sword in Murong Yingjie's hand has never been unsheathed, because no one can let his long sword unsheath, and no one even deserves to be looked at by him so much.

But his strength is very strong, this is clear to everyone, he has not drawn his sword for more than ten years, but he can rank sixteenth on the Heavenly Scroll, his strength is by no means more than that.

From the deserted garden to the main courtyard and then to the front of the mansion, this distance was not too far, and when Murong Yingjie stood at the door for a while, Murong Tiancheng and Li Xiu also walked out.

Li Xiu stood on the side, looking at Murong Yingjie with complicated eyes, his eyes were the reflection of his heart, and his heart was also complicated.

Murong Yingjie is definitely one of the most feared people in the entire Tang Dynasty.

But he just wants to go against the sky.

It doesn't make sense.

"It's impossible to say who will win in the future, but I will be the one who wins today. ”

Murong Yingjie fought for a long time in front of the mansion gate, the sun rose from low to highest, and noon had arrived.

It's not a good day.

A sword appeared in his hand, and even if it had not been unsheathed for more than ten years, the sword was still clean and clean without the slightest dust.

He drew his sword, its sheath glowing with a piercing sound.

The swords in the hands of hundreds of Tsing Yi pressed down, not daring to raise them, not daring to be disrespectful.

The sword light was bright, and a sword roar exploded like thunder in the sky over the entire Gusu City, and the sound of humming echoed in everyone's ears.

Murong Yingjie drew his sword.

The Jianghu people squatting on the chairs were not shaking their thighs, and the man who had taken three or four sips of a bowl of wine stiffened his arms and held the bowl.

Countless diners and people walking in the streets froze in place.

Everyone's expressions changed in this moment.

Many people looked in the direction of Murong Mansion in horror and shock.

The city lord of Gusu drew his sword.

Li Ji is very famous in the north of the city, and there are many Li Ji in the huge north of the city, but Nie Yuan is the only one he often visits.

Murong stood at the door of the store and hesitated for a long time, after all, he was embarrassed to draw a portrait of the proprietress in front of the boss.

Egg drop soup is a very simple food, and so are steamed buns, which are naturally made much faster.

It's just that four eggs are added to a bowl of egg drop soup, which is indeed a bit more.

It tastes good, smells good, and should taste good too.

"Young City Lord, it's done, it's rare for you to come here, it just so happens that there are still some materials left today, I'll make you a signboard of a small shop for you to take back to eat, in the past, when the second master and Brother Nie came to patronize, they had to eat some every day." ”

Li Ji's signature dish is very delicious and has a unique taste, Murong has heard Nie Yuan mention it more than once, and even Murong Xue has said it twice.

It would be nice to have that savage, very proud girl say something like that.

Anyway, it's not bad for this time, so it's okay to try it.

Murong nodded and was about to speak, but a sword roar suddenly sounded in the sky, and the sound of the sword was pure and loud, without the slightest noise.

The only person in the entire Gusu City who can have such a sword intent is Murong Yingjie.

The strength of the old sword god may be stronger, but his sword is no longer pure, so he can't make such a sound.

It was his father's sword.

Murong Yingjie drew his sword.

Murong's expression became a little dazed, his body froze in place and could not move, his chest heaving and panting.

The boss and the proprietress stood not far away, looking at him worriedly, but they didn't dare to step forward.

After a moment, Murong's eyes turned slightly red, and then he reached out and picked up the egg drop soup and six big corn boiled meat buns that had been packaged on the table in front of him.

"Keep it for now, I'll pick it up in the evening." ”

He commanded softly, then turned around and walked out of the door of Li Ji.

The sound of the sword roar only sounded for a moment and quickly disappeared, but Murong walked faster and faster, because he knew that it would not be long before the sound of the sword would sound a second and a third.