Xiangyang Mansion is lonely, it was originally in the arms of the Song Dynasty, because of the invasion of the Jin people, it was abandoned, and the lonely stood on the border of Song and Jin, and became the place where the soldiers were entrenched;

Patches of military camps are stationed here alone, as if there are no people here, only endless wars!

The martial arts conference is set here, and it is indeed set here! Because there are no people here to disturb, maybe they can easily kill a few Jin people to relieve their anger, because their court is too corrupt and weak, and it can't bring them even a victory! They can only kill Jin people casually to relieve their anger, because it is not illegal to kill people here; or maybe they are patriotic, although this country only gives them tribulations!

It is also approved by the imperial court to hold a martial arts conference here, because it is convenient to control it here, or it is also a good choice to use this group of strong martial arts people to protect this place, but it is a pity that the martial arts conference once every ten years is too long, maybe Xiangyang Mansion will not last at that time!

The tall city wall stands, countless officers and soldiers are neatly arranged on the city wall, the three words "Xiangyang Mansion" on the city wall seem to be embedded in the city wall, and the surrounding city wall has long been broken, it is still so dazzling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Countless people from all directions had already gathered at the gate of the city, and the crowd was bustling and stretched to the moat suspension bridge, and several officers and soldiers dressed in armor stopped everyone at the gate.

"Quickly report your sects one by one, otherwise don't want to enter the city!" A week of men in armor reprimanded, officers and soldiers are always so arrogant, fortunately, the people of the sect have long been used to it.

One person followed the crowd, in his thirties, with an ordinary face, a linen clothes, and except for a short sword in his hand that was also eerie a few feet away, he was no different from ordinary people.

"Stop, which sect are you from!" the man in armor grabbed the man in front of him and asked in a loud voice.

"Haisha Pie!" replied the old man, trying to pull off the collar that had been grabbed by the man in armor, but he didn't.

"I've never heard of the Seasand Sect!" ......the man laughed, and the other men in armor leaned back and forth in laughter.

"The Haisha Sect is in Bianjing!" the old man said solemnly.

"Bianjing! It used to be the national capital, but now it's a shame for us!" the man stopped laughing, and his face changed suddenly.

"May I go in?" the old man asked.

"You can't go in, hurry up and get out! Now that it is the place of the Jin people, there should be no Jin people in the land of the Han people! and there should be no Han martial arts conference!" the man said through gritted teeth, pushing the old man out of the way.

"This is not our fault, if we are concerned, I think it is precisely because of your fault! If you work together to fight against gold, how can there be so many losses!" the old man said lightly, without being pushed down.

"You are looking for death, a bastard who is not golden!" shouted the man, drawing his long knife from his waist.

"Kill him, kill him! He doesn't know how many brothers we have died in the fight against Jin!" Kill him!" shouted the officers and soldiers on the tower, and the two officers and soldiers beside the man had also drawn their swords.

Everyone got out of the way, leaving only those few officers and soldiers and the old man, because they were all here to participate in the martial arts conference, and no one wanted to cause trouble before the martial arts conference; in troubled times, people's lives were originally grass mustard; their own lives would be lost at any time, so how could they have the heart to care about other people's lives!

The old man took out a cigarette gun from his waist, about three feet long, the body of the gun was black like sandalwood, and he lightly took out the fire fold and lit the cigarette in the cigarette holder, and smoked leisurely.

"I don't know what is dead or alive, I will let you see the king of Hades today!" the man saw that he was leisurely, and his heart was on fire, and the long knife flew and slashed straight at the old man.

"When" the long knife touched the smoking gun, sparks splashed everywhere, the old man was not knocked away, you must know that this group of officers and soldiers are battle-hardened people, usually kill countless enemies, the knife has long been practiced extremely proficient, just a knife, he has already split fifty percent of the strength, but the weak old man is actually safe!

"Can I pass?" the old man asked.

"You can do it in the past, but you have to keep your head!" said the man, who was blocked by the knife in front of everyone, suddenly lost face, and said viciously.

The old man's cigarette gun swung out violently, and the cigarette sparked straight into the man's eyes, and the man raised his knife to block it sharply, but the cigarette gun had already hit his wrist solidly, and the long knife fell immediately.

"May I go in?" the old man asked.

"If it's my brother, I'll kill him together!" the man shouted loudly, and in an instant, countless officers and soldiers came down from the castle tower and rushed straight towards the old man.

The old man's hand was like lightning, the smoking gun was extremely flexible in his hand, and the sound of "bang bang bang" was endless, and countless blades were shot down to the ground by him, but no one was injured.

"Bang" was another sound, but this time someone was injured! The old man was hit by a meteor hammer, groaning in pain on the ground, and a man in silver armor was extremely tall, holding the meteor hammer in his hand and surrounded by all the officers and soldiers.

"Vice General Liu, I'm glad you arrived in time!" the man smiled like a flower.

"He's up to you! Whoever dares to offend my brother will only die!" said the man with the meteor hammer in his hand, turning and leaving.

Suddenly he stopped, because a shadow stood beside the old man, and he silently lifted the old man up and drew his short sword.

"What crime has he committed!" he asked, holding his dagger.

"No need!," the man with the meteor hammer grinned, carrying it on his shoulder.

"Isn't there law here?" he asked.

"Law and order, we are here to guard it, we are law and order!" the man with the meteor hammer laughed, and the officers and soldiers on the city tower also laughed.

"Good!" he laughed, and the dagger grew cold, as cold as winter.

"You want to die too?" laughed the man with the Meteor Hammer.

"No, I should have asked you!" he said.

The man with the meteor hammer was furious, and the meteor hammer in his hand was raised, and the iron chain as thick as his wrist and the huge hammer head were thrown out by him in one go, and smashed straight at the man.

But he had no strength to take it back, for there was already an extra wound in his neck, a neat wound, which had neatly severed his throat! He fell weakly, but his eyes remained open, for he had not seen until death how the dagger had been struck!

"We're going to kill you!" the officers and soldiers were furious and surrounded him.

"Get out of here, while I don't want to kill you yet!" the man stared at his short sword, and a drop of blood slowly trickled down from the tip of the sword to the sword's gauntlet.

"Soul Drinking Sword!" everyone was shocked and retreated.

The officers and soldiers were also afraid, they read the horror in the eyes of the people, and only the horror that death can bring to them!

They also retreated, and fled in the wilderness, leaving only the empty gates.