The sun is shining, and the majestic towers are bathed in the sun and glittering. The cold and majestic city walls also add a touch of warmth under the warm sun. After the end of the war, the town demon city ushered in the peace that had not been seen for a long time, and the monk garrison in the entire city had been evacuated, and the remaining merchants and permanent personnel were also filled with comfortable and peaceful smiles on their faces.

"The demon clan has completely rested on its laurels, do you still want to stay here?"

The two figures standing against the railing looked particularly tall in the light and shadow. The peak of the kendo smiled and asked the first person in the martial arts in the world beside him.

Feng Xing's gaze kept looking at the south from afar, and his tone was light: "I've been here for hundreds of years, and I always think it's good here." The people in the city are already familiar with it, and the endless mountain range that can't see the end at a glance is also pleasing to the eye, so they don't want to move. It's good to look at the mountains, practice boxing, drink wine, and occasionally think of those buried in the ground. ”

The Sword Master shook his head with a wry smile and was silent.

Feng Xing has guarded the town demon city for hundreds of years, and the golden-winged Dapeng King confronted the town demon city across the 100,000 mountains, and the demon lord also stayed dormant in the North Ice Plain State. Counting it up, among the five emperors, he and the ghost monk have no fixed place to live, and they are wandering around.

Glancing back at the disciples Zhao San and Qi Huan waiting under the city tower, the Sword Saint nodded, arched his hand to Feng Xing and said, "Then bother the general to sit in charge of the human race for another three hundred years, Ling will leave first, and I have to give him that kid's things." If there was any change in the demon clan, Ling would definitely come immediately. ”

"It's hard to go Brother Ling, go slowly. ”

Feng Xing also hugged his fists in return. In the face of this sword saint who was thousands of years older than him, Feng Xing also had enough respect in his heart. can draw a sword for the common people of the human race, and is worthy of the title of the first person in the sword path of the void spirit world.

The sword saint turned into a sword light and flew away, and the two sword lights under the city tower also rose to the sky, and followed.

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"Ascending Pavilion" is the most famous inn in Xingyang City, with a height of 100 feet and a total of 10 floors. On the top floor, there is a mahogany pavilion, surrounded by vermilion railings on all sides, with an excellent view. Standing on the highest place in the city, climbing high and looking into the distance, and expressing the spirit in your chest, it should be fast.

After Zhuo Yuming and the others stayed at the inn, they heard the scenery here, so Zhuo Yuming invited Shu Jinran to take a look. But Shu Jinran said that he was tired after drinking and wanted to go back to the house to rest for a while. Knowing that his words just now were a little abrupt and abrupt, Zhuo Yuming had to climb the "Ascending Pavilion" alone. ”

When I came to the pavilion, there happened to be no one. Zhuo Yuming held the Zhu Fence with his hand, leaned out half of his body, and overlooked the picture scroll of half of the city.

The Tsing Yi Confucian robe fluttered in the wind, and the hunting sounded. Zhuo Yuming looked at the scenery in the city, but his mind was all on the beauty.

I confided in the wine shop before, is it too eager? Shu Jinran's face was obviously slightly red at that time, and she hurriedly shifted her gaze and proposed to find the inn. But so far, the two have gotten along, Miss Shu should know her own thoughts, and during her daily interactions, she has never felt that she has rejected her. Could it be that Miss Shu has already had a favorite person in her heart, but she has never said anything to herself? Or maybe Miss Shu actually has a good impression of herself, but she is ashamed to say it because of the reserve of the girl's family?

Since ancient times, the most difficult to explore is the daughter's mind. No matter if he is cultivating as a god, the pinnacle of heaven and man, or proficient in Yili, and the hexagram is thorough, who dares to say that he can guess the mind of the daughter of the submarine needle.

The more Zhuo Yuming thought about it, the more chaotic it became, and even a ripple faintly appeared in his Dao heart.

"Sure enough, the most bitter thing in ancient times was lovesickness, and the master was honest and didn't deceive me. ”

Thinking of his master who had almost fallen into turmoil for his beloved woman, Zhuo Yuming couldn't help but sigh.

Why would anyone come to trouble when they are so upset?

Zhuo Yuming waved his sleeves, and a cyan sword suddenly burst out, slashing down a small gray arrow that was silently shooting behind him. With the other hand opening five fingers, the thunder roared, and the white thunder thunderbolted out, and the thunder snaked upward, slashing at a black-clothed man who was hiding on the lid of the pavilion.

Not far away, among the bushes, a cold sword light lit up and slashed towards Zhuo Yuming's door. When the sword light came to the end, a copper-colored ancient mirror quietly appeared, blocking in front of him, and the sword light split on the mirror surface, collapsing, dissipating and invisible.

In an instant, all three assassin killers were revealed.

"What kind of friends are you, and do you have any grudges with you?"

Zhuo Yuming put his hands behind him, and Haotian Mirror hovered on his chest, looking indifferent, as if he didn't care about this siege and killing situation.

The three black-clothed men landed in the pavilion, surrounding Zhuo Yuming in a triangular pattern. The three of them exchanged eyes, and they had reached a tacit understanding silently. The sharp sword qi rose again, and a spiritual power was shot out of one person's sleeve, and the last person was a purple big bow in his hand, the bowstring was full of the moon, and the spiritual power was condensed, turning into an arrow. The three of them shot at the same time, and the three sides encircled and suppressed. The sword qi bore the brunt of the blow, and was shattered by the sword light of the Eight Desolation Divine Sword, and another blue light burst out, cutting the spiritual power into two. The silver light of the Haotian Mirror was sheng, and it drew an arc of light, floating to Zhuo Yuming's left, and the silver-white primordial divine light shot out, melting the arrows turned into spiritual power inch by inch.

Zhuo Yuming's spiritual power was agitated, and the Divine Punishment Sword was used with all his might, slashing at the weakest Yuan Infant Early Stage Cultivator. The sword light was unstoppable, and the small yellow shield placed in front of the man in black was shattered, and the unabated sword light slashed off his chest, and the man in black vomited blood and flew upside down.

At the same time, the golden thunder exploded and slashed towards the sword cultivator. Sword cultivation raised his sword to greet him, and although the sword qi shattered the thunder light, it was also affected by the explosive thunder light. Seeing that Zhuo Yuming's cultivation exceeded the estimation of himself and others, Jian Xiu shouted "retreat" in a low voice, and then turned around and flew away.

Because of the distance, the man who made the bow also turned into a ray of light and flew away into the distance after evading the suppression of the primordial divine light.

Zhuo Yuming glanced left and right, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he gave up chasing the man who made the bow, but dodged and chased to the man in black who was seriously injured by the air knife before, and once again a knife light slashed, and the man in black who had just gotten up and wanted to run fell down.

On the other side, the Assassin had just exited the pavilion when he heard the sound of a white shadow sweeping through the distance, and in the blink of an eye. Before he could make a dodge move, the white shadow had already arrived in front of him, and a fist that quickly enlarged in the eye socket hit the forehead.

It was Shu Jinran who sensed the battle on the top floor in the room.

Shu Jinran knew that Zhuo Yuming was pregnant with the inheritance of the Human Emperor, and Zhuo Yuming had invited him to go to the Ascending Pavilion before, so he subconsciously thought that there was a force that came to rob him of the Human Emperor Dao System. In a hurry, she directly used the speed talisman that Zhuo Yuming gave her during the last war. With the addition of the talisman, the body of the seven-rank martial artist was really as fast as a flash, but in an instant, Shu Jinran flew over and punched the head of the archer.

The black-clad assassin fell like a meteorite from the sky, smashing into the pavilion and sinking deep into the earth's surface.

Thick blood foam gushed out of his mouth, his eyes rolled, and he passed out.