Chapter 129 The salt frost swept the solitary branches and green, and the trees were full of plain white frost

Just after the first month, Emperor Wu Nangong Split Heaven will be obedient to most of the rivers and lakes within two months, and the seventy-one corpses of top martial artists hanging high in the head of Emperor Wu's city are a symbol of victory.

Now, he has begun to deal with the few who disagree with his dominance.

Zhang Jinshan, the world's richest person, really lives up to his reputation, and his wealth can be channeled. In less than a month, an impregnable fortress was built in the poor mountains and bad waters of Xinglong Mountain. On the surface, it is a brick and mud house, but the inside is a foot thick cast iron, and the construction area is large and covers a wide area, which is really rare.

Hu Zhanshan and a number of masters of the rivers and lakes temporarily live in Huohuling. Arrange troops to prevent Nangong from splitting the sky and harming the rivers and lakes, and prevent the Bliss Sect from stirring up trouble.

On Gaoliang Mountain, Xuanwu Douren intercepted Jiaolong King, it was Hu Zhanshan who calculated that Jia Wudi brought people to Gaoliang Temple today, and Xuanwu Douren took the lead, and he wanted to use the Fighting Turtle to meet the chain hammer for a while.

"Jiaolong, do you remember me?" asked the Xuanwu Douren as he looked at the Jiaolong King.

"Hmm......" The Dragon King stretched his voice and snorted, and the long breath that erupted from his nostrils blew the short hair of the Xuanwu Douren.

Xuanwu Douren took a few steps back, not knowing whether he was too tired to talk with his head up, or disgusted with the qi in the nostrils of the Dragon King.

"Back then, your name was Zhenlong King, but you happened to meet my eldest brother, didn't Zhenlong even suppress the green dragon, so my eldest brother accompanied you for a few rounds, big brother loves talent, seeing that you are determined, I didn't take your life. After that, you changed your name to Jiaolong King, and the first rank of the low green dragon. But I don't want a determined person like you to be subservient to others, I really don't understand how Nangong Split Heaven lowered you. ”

The Dragon King looked embarrassed and said, "Xuanwu." You and I are also old acquaintances, and there are no personal grudges, but the positions we stand on are different. ”

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Thirty miles outside the Sacred Forest Dart Bureau, seventy-two dart-headed goose wings were lined up. Liu Bofang was carrying a Beidou broadsword that was longer than himself, and stood firmly in the center.

Seventy-three flags are waving in the wind, each dart head stands behind his own flag, the black background gold flag in the center is two feet wide, and the word "holy forest" is written. Each dart head is followed by 100 minions. The team of 7,200 people is only the world's largest dart game Sacred Forest.

A person walked from the opposite side in the distance, wearing a big red robe, walking slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he walked closer. Its speed is several times faster than that of the fastest falcon in time.

The slightly chubby monk Cimei, who is now two hundred and fifty years old Abbot Wuren, faced the murderous 7,200 people with one person, and his face did not change. The monk only said: "Liu Daxia, Wuren came to get the martial arts cheats of the Holy Forest Dart Bureau. ”

Liu Bofang took a step forward and said, "The Wuren monk of Tieji Temple came to the Holy Forest Dart Bureau, and the juniors greeted him. The monks of Emperor Wu City came to the Holy Forest, but Liu Bofang refused to be a guest. ”

The old monk frowned and said, "The old man came by order of Emperor Wu. How offended. ”

Twelve of the seventy-two dart masters asked, and the remaining sixty. Don't go to the realm. These sixty-two dart masters carried their guns, drew their knives, and walked towards the monk, taking one step, one step after another, and then from walking to running. After that, he ran wildly.

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In front of the Cangcheng faction, there was no longer the majesty of the past two months ago. Fulong swordsman Li Haoyuan's junior brother, Lingxi swordsman Chen Zhiyuan has already taken half of Cangcheng's disciples and returned to Emperor Wu City. And boasted that Cangcheng was authentic, because the previous generation of Cangcheng sword masters was also surnamed Chen. It's just that the Cangcheng faction in the rivers and lakes only recognizes the Fulong swordsman, and does not recognize the son of the previous sword master as authentic.

Today, Li Haoyuan set up a low table in front of the door. Eighteen pots of turbid wine were prepared, three wine glasses, and no dishes were put on it.

Li Haoyuan, who was sitting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, and the black beast without a blade, the divine sword black unicorn was only an inch away from Li Haoyuan's eyebrows, silently, and stopped there.

Li Haoyuan stretched out two fingers and pulled out a few inches of the black unicorn in front of him to the side.

"Thousands of miles chasing souls really deserves its reputation, Xia Lao chivalrous, it's been a long time. Li Haoyuan said.

After a while, two gray-haired Weng concubines came into sight, and then saw the young man respectfully following behind them.

"I haven't been here to Cangcheng Mountain for decades, and when I walk again today, I have a different scenery. Xia Yunhai said to Li Haoyuan from afar.

"That's the old Xia knight used to look down from the sky, where did he really walk through Cangcheng Mountain. The Fulong swordsman stood up and said.

"If it weren't for the old sister who had to climb up, I really wouldn't be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the mountains, and I would have to go back to Miaoling Mountain another day, and I would have to walk in person, I haven't walked through my own mountain for decades. Xia Yunhai said with a smile.

"Old sister, you miss your brother. Li Haoyuan walked briskly and hugged the trembling kendo master Fan Qiushuang.

Calling Xia Yunhai an old chivalrous guest, calling Fan Qiushuang an old sister, the three of them can be heard from far and near.

"Haoyuan, our sisters must have not seen each other for forty years, right?" This old lady who is also following the same trend, shaking three times in one step, how could outsiders have thought that she could climb this strange rocky Cangcheng Mountain in person.

"Yes, since the death of my teacher, my sister has never been to Cangcheng again. Li Haoyuan and Fan Qiushuang shook each other's hands, where are the shadows of the two sword leaders in the world.

Zhao Xiaosi followed behind, thinking that these two people were still so affectionate after forty years of not seeing each other, I don't know if it was the deep love between sister and brother or the revival of old love, but don't let this Fulong swordsman mistakenly think that he is the son of Xia Yunhai and Fan Qiushuang, it's okay that the sister and brother are in deep love, Li Haoyuan will still take care of his nephew, in case the sound of the waves is still the same, and the fight will start for a while, why don't the Fulong swordsmen kill their little beast who shouldn't have been born first?

Realizing the embarrassment of frowning and worrying on his face, Zhao Xiaosi hurriedly gathered his mind. Master has mentioned many times that his imagination is both a good thing and a bad thing for his martial arts, which can enhance his swordsmanship, but hinder his swordsmanship, so that he should exercise more restraint. I haven't been thinking about it for a few days, how can I think about it for no reason today, could it be that the Lingshan Sword Sect and the Cangcheng Sword Sect have been fighting for thousands of years, and the luck of the two parties has been playing with each other, and today they have reached the boundary of Cangcheng, which has affected their sword hearts, so they can't concentrate on guarding the Dao?......

"The two of them came from afar, Li Haoyuan prepared a little thin wine, and we chatted while drinking. ”

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Qin Xiaofei, who shook the world with one palm, led twenty Anwar disciples to Dushengmen, with a big party and a small door, and today he was determined to take away the axe method of Dushengmen.

"Master Qin, Hu has been waiting here for a long time. ”

Qin Xiaofei raised his head, his face flashed with surprise, the head of the big faction has his own big style. "Yo, the Rat King's predecessors are also here, so it's polite to laugh. ”

Beside Hu Zhanshan, Wang Zhan smiled with indifference on his face, and said with a fist: "Master Qin came to my little Dusheng Gate, and the humble house is full of light." Please!" Wang Zhan made a gesture to please go up the mountain.

Qin Xiaofei secretly said in his heart, this time it was difficult to fulfill his wish.

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Yi Lonely, the sick ghost, arranged the entourage behind him to a place a hundred miles away from Qingsong Mountain, and went to Hongyan Temple alone. Yi Guxing knew that with his current reach, it would be even more difficult to take out the Hongyanguan martial arts cheats from the hands of Daoist Hongfei. But because of Emperor Wu's obscenity, he had to give it a try.

I have walked to the foot of the green pine mountain surrounded by green pines.

Yi Guxing ran forward, jumped up after eight steps, slapped down with a palm, bang, Yi Guxing slapped a palm on the ground and bounced up, and then fell to another place outside the hundred zhang, a palm slapped down, jumped up again, and so on, after eight palms, Yi Guxing stood halfway up the mountain, patted the soil on his hands, and walked down the mountain decadently with his hands behind his back, with a withered face that would soon die in the world.

When I saw Emperor Wu, some people said that they tried their best anyway, but if they couldn't beat it, they couldn't beat it.

In the Hongyan Temple, Hongfei Zhenren was disheveled, and his robe was shattered, panting.

Just when Yi Guxing shook the mountain just now, Daoist Hongfei used his exquisite morning fist kung fu to attract and unload Yi Guxing's internal force.

The first palm Hongfei Dao Chang took a step back, the second palm shook his body and barely stood still, the third palm left arm robe sleeve was shattered, the fourth palm right arm robe sleeve was shattered, the fifth palm Hongfei Dao Chang's qi and blood were churning, the sixth palm Dao robe was broken, the seventh palm hairpin was shattered, and the cloak was scattered, and the eighth palm Hongfei Dao Chang inserted the three-foot Qiuyan sword into the ground, and the hilt of the sword was buzzing and trembling outside, and the hilt would not stop trembling within three days.

Hongfei thought to himself, and he relied on his kung fu to work hard for two or two and ten catties, and if someone else shook him hard, the mountain under his feet really cracked a fatal crack.

Even if Yi Guxing is already a sick ghost, the leader of one of the five major factions, the title of Eight Palms Broken Mountain, is by no means in vain. (To be continued.) )