Meng Wei, who was watching the battle between the two from a distance on the deer platform, shook his head slightly, it seemed that the young man who had made a 'sacrifice for righteousness' remark against him was doomed.

Xiuwei has reached such a state as them, and with the help of Confucian secret arts, they have long listened to the conversation between Haozhuang and Haoyu.

"It's just a matter of the enemy royal family. Their minds thought so, but they didn't make the slightest move.

Haoyu's feet stepped on the top of Haozhuang's head, and as long as he used a little more force, he could trample Haozhuang's head to pieces. However, he hesitated, and a trace of struggle appeared in his eyes.

Haozhuang slowly raised his hand, buried his head, and said in a weak voice: "Yu, let go, let go of my father." ”

Haoyu's body trembled, and the foot on top of Haozhuang's head unconsciously loosened a little. He won the battle, but seemed to lose the man's love.

His face became a little pale, and he looked at Haozhuang under his feet blankly, and muttered: "Uncle, he has died." ”

The scene became quiet in an instant, Haozhuang's hands that he was trying to raise became stiff, the light of the sun became dim, the clouds in the sky stopped floating, and the ubiquitous wind also stopped. The world, for a moment, seemed to stand still.

The silence, as if all things were dead, finally shattered with a heaven-shattering roar from Haozhuang. He got the strength out of nowhere, and got up from the ground with his head open Haoyu's feet. A rusty iron sword suddenly flew out of his heart and plunged into the sky.

It let out a long 'hum', as if it was venting the anger in Haozhuang's body. The clouds in the sky were scattered by the sword qi. The sun shone on Haozhuang's body.

Haozhuang stared at Haoyu with fierce eyes. It roared like a wild beast. The iron sword in the sky escaped into his hand, and he gritted his teeth and made a firm oath to the scorching sun in the sky: "I, Haozhuang, will definitely break your father and son into pieces, and crush your bones and scatter ashes." After saying that, he waved the sword in his hand without stopping, and rushed towards Haoyu viciously.

was awakened by Haozhuang's roar, and Haoyu reacted that he was no longer the eldest son of the prince Ming back then, but the son of the current Haoguo monarch, Haoyu. The hatred of killing the father, the hatred of seizing the country. Between him and Haozhuang, there is no room for the slightest friendship.

At the moment when Haozhuang made his vow, the scorching golden bird above his head let out a long roar, and instantly turned into a few zhang in size, flapping its wings and urging the scorching flames to burn towards Haozhuang.

Haozhuang's figure froze, and a milky white light bloomed on the rusty sword in his hand, blocking the flames from the outside.

But Haoyu is a master at the peak of returning his ancestors, how can Haozhuang be able to resist it? His body is losing and retreating, and a large amount of blood has already flowed in his body, and he can't resist it. When his eyes were black, a white rainbow suddenly fell from the sky to Haozhuang's side.

"There must be Guo in the city" just fell. A milky white city suddenly appeared in front of Haozhuang and the man in the Confucian robe who suddenly stood in front of him. The scorching flames fanned by the golden bird could not help the city in the slightest, but because the fire was too fierce, there was a hint of danger of rolling back.

Haoyu immediately collected the golden bird fire, and when he looked at the visitor with frightened eyes, he saw that the milky white city turned into a trace of white light and dissipated with the wind, as if it had never appeared.

But with the disappearance of the milky white castle, there is Haozhuang's body at the same time.

Haoyu was immediately ruthless, if he didn't die by fighting the snake at this time, he would most likely be avenged by Haozhuang in the future, leaving endless troubles for his future self, and Haoyu's heart inexplicably gave birth to a trace of panic.

The person who rescued Haozhuang was naturally Meng, and when he took Haozhuang out of Haowang City, he came to a mountain shortly after, and after waiting for a long time, he finally flew from the sky in his bronze carriage.

"You really couldn't help but save him, Meng, after so many years, you still can't change your fake benevolence. A trace of dissatisfaction appeared on Yi's face, and he was very dissatisfied with Meng for saving Haozhuang.

"The martial soul in his body has awakened, the sword is a gentleman's weapon, he may be able to become a disciple of my Confucianism, plus he has now taken over a grudge with the Hao State of Shang, and he may be able to help my Lu State in the future. Meng had a faint smile on his face, he knew that there was no way to convince Yi with benevolence and righteousness, so it was better to use profit to convince him!

The next day, he let out a cold snort and said, "Don't deceive me, his identity is the royal family of Haoguo, and our old-fashioned Lu country will not accept him." Then as if he remembered something, he finally sighed and said, "Although I don't agree with his bravery, I still admire his filial piety very much." Since you saved him, then I will help you and send him to a suitable place for him!"

After saying that, with a wave of his hand, Haozhuang's body flew uncontrollably to his bronze carriage, and then glanced at Meng who was a little surprised, and said, "What, do you want to go by yourself?"

A hint of joy appeared on Meng's face, and he immediately turned over into the next carriage, and then asked, "Where are you going to send him?"

After glancing at him the next day, it was a pull on the reins, and the bronze war horse immediately flew into the sky with four hooves pulling the chariot, carrying the three of them towards the southwest.

The speed of the bronze war horse was extremely fast, but in two days, it was already possible to see the purpose.

"He is the enemy of Hao, although Dashang doesn't care who is in charge of Haoguo, but if King Hao posts documents, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Dashang, Zhou and Shang generations are at war, and they will not accept a member of the Wang family of Hao. A trace of calmness and calmness appeared on Yi's face, and then he put his hand in front of him and said: "There is a Ten Thousand Swords Mountain in the center of the territory of Dashang, Dazhou and Great Xia, and there is a sword sect on the mountain, where only disciples with martial souls as swords are recruited. In recent years, it has gradually declined with the suppression of the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism and Wu, but it still has a lot of "

Before he could finish his words, he saw a drunken old man at the foot of a mountain hugging the thigh of a young man in brocade with a crying face, and pleading with tears in his words: "Please, don't go! Our Sword Sect is still counting on you to lead us to dominate Kyushu!" The old man was followed by a dozen or so children ranging in age from four to five to seven or eight years old, who seemed to understand and watched the old man with a rosacea holding the young man's thigh, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Stinky old man, dead old man, deceived me for three years, saying that as long as you practice some bullshit sword qi, you can be invincible in the world. Lao Tzu finally practiced the sword qi, but the sword cultivation in the middle stage of soul melting couldn't even beat a strange beast martial soul in the early stage of soul melting, and coaxed me to say that it was a rare genius of the Sword Sect in a hundred years, and deceived my family to spend more than 1,000 taels of silver on this broken mountain. Let go, let go of Lao Tzu. ”

After saying that, he kicked his hind legs hard and was very annoyed.

The rosacea-nosed old man was full of tears, and said with a handful of snot and tears: "Old man, I didn't lie to you, you are really the best disciple of our Sword Sect in more than a hundred years, I don't believe you look at your junior disciples and old man, the old man has lied to you!"

The young man was immediately stunned, stopped, and asked, "Old man, let go first, come and tell me that you are old this year?"

The rosacea-nosed old man was stunned for a moment, then carefully loosened the young man's thighs, and then said, "Old man, I started at the age of eight, and I am exactly one hundred and eight years old so far. ”

The young man nodded slightly, and then said, "Old man, do you have a senior brother?"

The old man said with a smug face: "The old man's talent is the best among the many senior brothers, they have all passed away one after another after so many years, but the old man is still alive." ”

The young man suddenly realized, and then kicked away the rosacea-nosed old man with a snap, and said: "******, with you, the dead old man, which one is the best talent in a hundred years, and I am a little better than yours, and I have become a genius that is rare in a hundred years?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on the old man's face, and then he nodded weakly, as if thinking of something, he hurriedly stepped forward again and hugged his calf, raised his head and said with a smile: "My Sword Sect was the fourth major sect of the hundred sects in Kyushu a thousand years ago, and even squeezed into the top three in the continent eight hundred years ago. If it weren't for the fact that hundreds of sect masters suddenly disappeared and broke off the inheritance eight hundred years ago, my Sword Sect would not have ended up like this after being suppressed by the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism and Martial Arts for nearly five hundred years. There are many secret realms in my door, if you are you"

The young man, whose strength was not much worse than that of the old man with a rosacea, immediately went berserk, kicked the old man's head away and left without looking back.

Looking at how many years have passed, a faint sadness appeared on the face of the old man, and he glanced at the other children beside him, and couldn't help but sigh, "Hey, you children are still loyal to the Sword Sect." ”

A girl with a ponytail and a patched emerald green dress immediately stepped forward to comfort her: "Dad, my younger siblings and I won't leave until our mother won't let us go home." ”

A hint of flushing appeared on the old man's face, and he looked up at the sky, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes: "Evil, there are so many children, and the owner of the money has run away again, how will we live in the future." ”

Meng and Yi, who were parked in the carriage and looking out not far away, glanced at each other, looked at the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that looked extraordinary in the wind, and then glanced at the Sword Sect Sect Master who was sloppyly dressed, staring at the dark circles under his eyes and rosacea.

"Let's move him somewhere, shall we?" )