In Chang'an City, the eunuchs who have been waiting in the imperial study for the past few days are all cautious, and they don't even dare to take a breath of the atmosphere.

Their master, Xia Lang, because of the unfavorable war ahead, has a lot of bad temper in the past few days, and in just three or five days, more than a dozen palace maids and eunuchs have been beaten to the ground because of poor service.

The morning light is faint, the clouds are holding the bright sun, the March sun is softly sprinkled in Chang'an City, and every glazed tile is reflected brightly.

However, Sharan did not appreciate the harmony of the spring day, and he leaned back on the dragon chair, holding a piece of music from the border in his long fingers. The two sword eyebrows that exuded heroic spirit were almost squeezed together, and suddenly a cold snort came from the nasal cavity, and the piece in his hand was also thrown onto the dragon case.

"Someone, write a letter to the country with me, and invite the Liao Lord Heavenly Emperor Yun Yifan to hunt the wild goose gate pass, and talk about the friendship of neighbors!"

"Yes!" Immediately, the little eunuch trembled and went to draft the paperwork, and there was an extremely cold breath in the entire imperial study, which made the little eunuch feel that his breathing was a little blocked.

Xia Lang stood up, the golden crown dragon plate, the bright yellow dragon robe was coiled with nine dragons, and the long sleeves flicked towards the back of the hall, and there was a kind of slaughter hidden between the dragons and tigers.

That kind of killing intent is not as soul-stirring as the Blood Slaughterer, but it is more terrifying, because it is like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, and I don't know when it will come out.

If you miss a hit, your opponent will be doomed!

This is the son of Xuanyuan of the Western Emperor, unfathomable, like the silent abyss of the deep sea, although it is quiet, but it can't guess how much murder it contains.

Chang'an writes the moon and sighs alone, and the blue sky is not full of greedy wolf hearts.

This is the best portrayal of him!

Xia Lang wandered among the thousands of palaces, without a single attendant by his side, letting the sun shine on the splendid dragon robe, like a real dragon with shining scales and armor through the thousands of palaces.

There was a person sitting on the white marble railing not far ahead, his blood-red robe caught people's eyes with a handful, and the murderous aura exuded from his body made his soul tremble.

"You can sit here in peace, it seems that those guards under me should be trained well!" Xia Lang's words were a little self-deprecating, and his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of deep mountain fog, and others could never see through it.

The corners of the Blood Slaughter Prince's mouth flashed with a little disdain, and he said coldly: "If they stop me, then I'm afraid that I have been killed by the enemy thousands of times, and the grave grass should have grown!"

Xia Lang played with the purple jade wrench in his hand, moved to the sunlight, and asked, "You can see the person you are looking for when you go to Jiangnan this time?"

The Blood Slaughter Boy didn't speak, just held the sword in his arms and looked straight at the sun, his empty eyes seemed to be able to absorb everything in the world, and he didn't feel the slightest sting in the radiant sun.

As the Ninety-Five, Xia Lang seemed to be accustomed to his indifference, and he didn't think it was angry, and continued: "It's been five years in a flash, although you have seen everything you have endured in the past five years, but I still have to remind you. After all, that person became famous ten years earlier than you, if he meets in the rivers and lakes, he can be an enemy, but he can't be an enemy......"

The indifferent eyes of the Blood Slaughter Boy turned to Xia Lang, although the sun was shining, even Xia Lang himself could feel the cold air hitting people at this moment, and all the square feet seemed to be frozen, extinct of vitality.

"If I can't kill him and kill myself, how can I have so many words!" The Blood Slaughterer stood on the white marble railing, the golden sunlight evenly sprinkled on his blood-red robe, and even his black hair seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold.

"Also, I don't care about you fighting for the world, and I have no interest in getting involved, but that person's head is mine, and if anyone kills him before me, then he will be a great enemy of me!"

He was like a blood-stained sword, full of awe-inspiring killing aura all over his body, and when the words fell, the blood red drifted into the distance like a fire cloud, only a few ups and downs, and had disappeared between the heavy buildings.

Xia Lang just watched the Blood Slaughter Boy go away, without saying a word, there was a smile between the corners of his slightly raised mouth, like his eyes covered by fog exuding a terrifying coldness.

"His mind is much simpler than yours!"

With a few light coughs, an old man in black slowly approached Xia Lang from the corner of the hall in a wheelchair, his face wrinkled like a lost orange peel. Obviously an old man in his last years, but he has a pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon, and the wheels of his wheelchair press against the stone slabs, making a dull sound.

Although Xia Lang turned his back to him, he was not surprised by his arrival, and just sneered: "Since you have chosen the rivers and lakes, who will be clean?"

The old man in the wheelchair glanced at him and said, "After all, he was also taught by the old man, but don't do too much." The eagle's sharp eyes revealed a bit of undeserved vicissitudes, "What a group of heroes compete for the world, it's all his mother's fart, it's just that the Guigu Sect is choosing an excellent successor." Hehe, this ghost valley's handwriting is too big, life after life, in order to sharpen the children in the door, it just wants to stir up chaos in the world. ”

Xia Lang sneered: "When I dominate the world, there will be no more such things, and the entire Ghost Valley will cease to exist." After all, you are just a loser in the game of Guigu, and I will never be like you!"

"Woohoo!"

When the disabled old man heard Xia Lang's words, he was full of murderous anger, and his wrinkled hand pulled the mechanism on the wheelchair, and immediately several short arrows pierced the wind and shot towards Xia Lang.

"Dangdang!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and Xia Lang still had his back to him, but behind Xia Lang stood two warriors dressed in black, the black power suit covering the whole body, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

The one on the left was holding a spear in his hand, all black, and even the tassels that moved with the wind were made of black silk. The man on the right is holding a knife obliquely in his hand, the appearance of the knife is quite different from the blade of the Central Plains, the blade is two fingers wide and decorated with fine broken lines, and the surface of the knife is glowing with stars and cold light, which is clearly a blade that can only be held by Fuso samurai.

"Miyamoto's knife, Sanada's gun. Hmph, the two top martial arts families in Fusang were actually invited to be your guards, quite capable! Look at their martial arts, they have all reached the level of the Upper Ninja Grandmaster!" The disabled old man grinned strangely, but there was anger and resentment in his eyes.

The man in front of him is really unfathomable, no matter who he is, he can't be his confidant, and no one can know his background. His whole person is like his eyes shrouded in clouds and mist, he can't see through, since he can't see through, how can he defeat him.

"I have always been too lazy to practice martial arts, but there are many people around me who have ulterior motives who want to be unfavorable to me, the world is undecided, how can my life be easily delivered. Xia Lang waved his hand to let the two shinobi retreat, took a few steps forward, and continued, "I have always believed that there is no one in the world who cannot be invited, only conditions that cannot be opened. Old man, you and I are both the same kind of people, why don't we join forces and get what we want?"

The two Shangninas hid into the void as they did when they came, although the disabled old man was the descendant of the previous generation of Guigu, and his skills had already reached the peak, but he couldn't sense a trace of the breath of those two people, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

Xia Lang patted the disabled old man on the shoulder, laughed and walked away, only a cold and arrogant word came from afar: "I don't need friends, that thing is too hypocritical, I only know that interests can bind people together!"

The disabled old man leaned on the back of his wheelchair, his cloudy eyes revealed infinite gloom, a ghost valley, twins are vertically and horizontally, and their fate is to disturb the world. The disabled old man actually had a trace of doubt in his heart, and the belief he had held on to for decades was somewhat loosened at this moment.

The two disciples taught by the senior brother, and he can be regarded as teaching the two of them, the competition of the descendants of the previous generation of Guigu Valley, he lost, lost the qualification to win the world, and also lost these legs.

But in the competition of this life, he was not willing to be lonely, and joined in as a loser, but will he really win? But what he taught is a wolf, even if he wins, I am afraid that ......

"Hehe, if there were no greedy wolves in this world, I would be much lonelier......

The disabled old man muttered to himself, urging the wheelchair to slide into the depths of the palace......

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On April 18, the fifth year of Yanxing in China, the Liao lord Emperor Yun Yifan was invited by the Xia lord Jialan Emperor and went to hunt the wild goose gate.

Yanmen Pass has been fighting for many years, hoeing the ground can see dry bones, a thunderstorm day in the rain washing, the ground will often be exposed jagged white bones, people are creepy.

How could there be prey in such a place, but the two top kings of the troubled times met here to hunt, and as for what they hunted, I am afraid only they know.

The weather was not very good on this day, the whole sky was gray, the strong wind swept the military flag in front of the battle, and everywhere there was a solemn atmosphere of border wilderness.

A team of men and horses poured out of the Yanmen Pass, the clothes and armor were all dark purple, the golden axe in front of them opened the way, and the thirty-six purple-clothed guards were majestic, and a red-maned fierce horse slowly walked in the middle. Xia Lang was wearing light purple armor, carrying a magpie painting treasure carving bow diagonally, twenty-four carved feather arrows were inserted in the quiver, and Xuanyuan Xia Yu, the world's first sword hanging obliquely on his waist.

The horse is a bloody BMW in the Western Regions, the saddle is a bright moon inlaid with gold Qibao saddle, and the whip is made of gold silk and cloud wisps.

Xia Lang's eyes are like a layer of mountain fog that people will never be able to fathom, and in front of this desert wolf smoke, it is even more mysterious and unpredictable, and there is a bit of coldness in the air of a king who dominates the world, which makes people can't help but retreat.

And a team of people and horses also walked out of the Heavenly Wolf Pass in the distance, all of them were dressed in black clothes and ink armor, and the black flag was embroidered with dragon and gold patterns, and the entire team of dependents floated over like a black cloud, revealing a little dullness and a little coercion.

Heavenly Emperor Yun Yifan was like a black dragon breaking out of the abyss, his ink armor flashed with a cold light, and a pair of ink-jade eyes stared coldly ahead. is different from Xia Lang, he has more arrogance, and there is a graceful and noble atmosphere in his gestures, and he is also an emperor, but he has an innate nobility.

If Xia Lang is a wolf king dormant in a barren hill, then Yun Yifan is an eagle king overlooking the universe, and he is also a king who dominates a domain, but he has a completely different temperament.

The two armies were separated by a few miles, so they all restrained their horses, and the guard of honor in front of them invariably separated to both sides, and Xia Lang and Yun Yifan looked at each other straight like this.

On the one hand, the Western Emperor who is treacherous and treacherous in the world, and on the other hand, the Northern Emperor who disturbs the world, they are not only two kings, but also the most famous sons in the rivers and lakes.

The son of Xuanyuan of the Western Emperor, Chang'an writes the moon and sighs alone, and the blue sky is not full of greedy wolf hearts. He has his unfathomable, and behind that perfect skin, I don't know what kind of tricks are hidden.

The son of Beidi Yifan, Kunpeng soared into the sky, crisscrossing the North Sea for 100,000 miles. He has a kind of pride, an innate nobility, who refuses to join the ordinary people.

Xia Lang smiled slightly, patted his horse and walked slowly forward, and a few horsemen behind him hurriedly went out of class and said: "Your Majesty, the martial arts of the Liao Lord are shocking, you must not be alone in danger, please let the ministers go with you, and you will be desperate to escort you when the time comes!"

Xia Lang smiled and waved his hand, and said: "No, how can the two emperors meet recklessly, in order to show sincerity, I don't bring an attendant, I believe that Lord Liao can understand the sincerity of my meeting this time!" He deliberately said very loudly, with Yun Yifan's skills, although they were separated by miles, they could still hear every word.

This is equivalent to saying that if the Liao lord takes the opportunity to sneak attack, it will be no different from the recklessness of the rivers and lakes, how to be the lord of a country. Regardless of whether the other party has that mind or not, this has given the other party a dose of fierce medicine, so that the other party cannot act rashly.

How could Yun Yifan not see his thoughts, the corners of his mouth raised a touch of contemptuous mockery, and patted the black horse under his crotch, and the horse raised its hooves and walked forward.

The two of them approached, a pair of impenetrable misty eyes, and a pair of inky jade-like coercive eyes, just looking at each other like this.

A person with a dark purple battle armor, Xuanyuan Xia Yu hanging from his waist, his eyebrows are full of gloom, and there is a faint smile on his face as always, it seems that this smile will not fade when Mount Tai collapses.

The other man was the same color with his horse and the sun, and the bow of the dragon slayer hung on the saddle, and twenty-four arrows with black feathers were placed on the other side of the saddle. The clothes are like ink, the elegance is magnificent, and the eyes are calm like water, but they are overflowing with the transcendence of the world.

The feathered sword on his waist returned to its roots, like a piece of wood on the body of this unparalleled Liao lord, but everyone knows that what can make the Emperor of Heaven wear it on his body is a mundane thing.

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