The morning glow was shining, scorching and dazzling, Yu Qingwu was in front, Ji Chenggang, Yingyi, and Xu Bingen were behind, and they went out of the city together to meet the so-called envoy of the Shang State.

There were only two envoys from the Shang Kingdom, all of them were old and unbearable, and the gray-clothed Taoist robe was even more terrifying as if he had just crawled out of the coffin. On the other hand, another old man in brocade clothes, although he is over the age of old, he is very energetic and full of red light.

"Is that you?" When the four of them went out of the city to see the envoy of the Shang Kingdom, except for Yu Qingwu, the other three were stunned. The veteran Xu Bingen strode forward, grabbed the collar of the old man in brocade and lifted it up, and said angrily: "Okay, you are an old man, you lied to the old man to return to his hometown, but I didn't expect to defect to the son family, are you worthy of my ancestors of Great Xia, and worthy of the soldiers who died for Great Xia?"

Among the two envoys of the Shang State, one of them was the original Great Xia Taishi Ling Zhonggu. When Yu Tao buried his bones in the Northern Plains, Yu Qingwu took over the military and political power, and reported to Emperor Xia in ancient times, saying that he was old and wanted to return to his hometown. Xia Lugui remembered that he was indeed old, so he fulfilled his wish, and never thought that it was false for him to tell the old man to return to his hometown, and it was true that he switched to Yanzhou.

Xu Bingen dedicated his life to Great Xia, and even because of this, he never married a wife and had children, and when he saw his former colleague actually defect to the enemy, he suddenly became angry, and he raised his hand and drew his sword to kill the traitor. Who would have thought that before he could make a move, the gray Dao-robed old man beside him stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a violent aura disproportionate to his old physique swept out, shaking him back and forth.

"The two armies are at war, and they don't come to fight. The old man only said this calmly, and did not step forward again. On the contrary, there was a trace of sigh between the eyebrows of the end of the ancient age, looking at Xu Bingen, who was so angry that he couldn't speak, and said in a low voice: "The prince is angry, it's not that he doesn't remember the old grace for the rest of his life, it's really Xia Ji tyrannical and unreasonable, and the court is filthy, but the king of Wu is well aware of the righteousness and appoints virtuous ......."

Xia Luqi's long-term unrighteous behavior made people all over the world call him 'Ji', until thousands of generations later, when later generations mentioned him, he was also called 'Xia Ji'.

Xu Bingen was about to reprimand angrily, but at this time, Yu Qingwu stepped forward to stop him. He glanced at the weak-hearted Gu Gu, and finally his eyes fell on the gray-clothed old man, and chuckled: "The old man is in good spirits, it seems that the injuries from a year ago have been healed." ”

This person was an ancestor of the Liuhe Mountain Dunjia Sect, and he didn't know exactly what his name was, but he had a brief confrontation with him a year ago. At that time, this gray-clothed old Taoist and the rest of the big ancestors watched him, he couldn't stand it and wanted to catch all these people, but he never thought that he was escaped by this old Taoist with mountains and rivers. Although he didn't keep a few people, he still hurt them with a slap. At this time, mentioning the old things is nothing more than wanting to be angry with this old man, which is a metaphor for one of his predecessors, but he needs to rely on a strange treasure to escape from his own descendants.

The gray-clothed old man didn't know that he had lived for hundreds of years, and he had already built a face as thick as a city wall, and he didn't care about Yu Qingwu's ridicule. The end of the ancient eyelids on the side raised, bowed to Yu Qingwu, and said, "Your Highness, don't come unharmed." ”

Yu Qingwu smiled and said, "I thought that Lord Zhonggu was not afraid of death, but I didn't expect to bring a guard when I came, aren't you worried that this king will harm you?"

It is an unwritten rule that the two armies will not fight each other. This time, it is clear that the ancient is the messenger, but the old Taoist of the Dunjia faction is the guard, I am afraid that the Yanzhou side is also afraid that a generation of good ministers will die in Xingtai in the ancient past, so let the gray-clothed old Taoist who is in charge of the mountains and rivers Qiankun pen go with him.

"Your Highness said with a smile, how can the immortal be the guard of the old decay?" Zhong Gu laughed dryly, and then said with a serious face: "The old decay came this time to send a war letter on behalf of the Shang Kingdom, inviting His Royal Highness to fight fifty miles outside the city. ”

As if he was afraid that Yu Qingwu would refuse, he continued: "This time, the combined strength of you and me is close to one million, if we start a war in a normal way, no matter which side wins in the end, both sides will be defeated and wounded, and blood will flow like a river. Therefore, the victory or defeat is determined by His Royal Highness, who is invincible in the world, and the scourge of sword soldiers can be solved. ”

"Relieve your eighteenth generation ancestors!" Ji Chenggang, who had a great enmity with Yanzhou, fully 'carried forward' the spirit of brazenness, even on this occasion, he did not hesitate to speak, pointing at Zhonggu and scolding: "You white-eyed wolves, seeing that our troops are superior to you, you resorted to this method to try to trap and kill our commander and frustrate our morale, are we stupid, or are you yourself in the water of your own brains?"

Over the years, although Ji Chenggang has been fighting abroad, his contact with Jin Buchou has never been stopped, and he learned from Jin Buchou's mouth that the cultivation world has held a demon eradication conference, and it is Yu Qingwu who is targeted. At this time, Yanzhou invited Yu Qingwu to go fifty miles away to decide the victory or defeat, and he could think of it with his toes that it must be someone in the cultivation world waiting for Yu Qingwu on the battlefield.

Now Yu Qingwu's name of killing gods has spread all over the land, and the leading army is almost a sweep, and as soon as he appears in many places, there are a large number of people who surrender. As long as Yu Qingwu dies, don't say that the 600,000 army in Xingtai will lose its backbone, and its morale will definitely plummet.

Several people looked at Yu Qingwu, their eyes explained everything, and they were all signaling Yu Qingwu not to fall for this bad plan.

However, Yu Qingwu had an invincible aura in his heart, and said with his head held high: "What if this king fulfills your wish?"

"Ah Shu!"

"Your Highness!"

The three of them spoke out in unison, wanting to persuade Yu Qingwu to give up the idea of fighting with them, but Yu Qingwu waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion." ”

He has his own plans, and this battle may be more auspicious, but sooner or later it will come. He himself has the Tao of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the ancestors of those great sects have reached this level of the sky, plus the magic sword in his hand, he is confident that he can sweep everything and push back the heroes. As long as this victory is achieved, no one in the world can stop his pace, and the Yao family's return to the top is just around the corner!

"Okay!" began to say, and the gray-clothed old man, who had not spoken again, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I'll wait fifty miles away to wait for the driver!" When the words fell, he didn't wait for Yu Qingwu to react, and he dragged Zhong Gu and flew back, as if he was afraid that Yu Qingwu would stop him.

"Ah Shu, you are too confused!" After the two left, Ji Chenggang sighed: "I'm afraid they have already set a trap, but you jumped into it yourself......"

"Many ancestors in the cultivation world have come out together, and they must not compete with them!" Yingyi and Xu Bingen also admonished.

Yu Qingwu smiled and said: "After debuting for so many years, I have encountered countless life-and-death situations, but in the end they all survived, on the contrary, the opponent died, and this time is no exception, so you don't have to worry." ”

After the words fell, he whistled, and a beast shadow rushed out of the city, and it was Xiao Hong who came out with the magic sword that was placed in the city. Yu Qingwu took the broad magic sword, which was not like a sword, but like a wooden plank, carried it behind his back, and said, "You don't have to send someone to watch the battle later, so as not to harm the pond fish." Before the words fell, his whole body turned into a golden light and disappeared into the sky, and even Xiaohong did not follow.

"Ah Shu!"

Ji Chenggang chased out a few steps, sighed, and hurriedly went back to the city to contact Jin Buchou to see if the Jin family could send a master to watch the battle in secret, and rescue Yu Qingwu once he was in danger.

......

The journey of more than 50 miles is just a moment for Yu Qingwu today. The golden light technique of the vertical land is displayed, and it is thousands of miles away. After turning over the mountain, there is a plain, a radius of more than ten miles, and there are already dozens of old men standing on the plain, each of them is about to rotten wood, but the breath is extremely powerful.

Boom!

Yu Qingwu slammed into the earth like a meteorite, leaving a large crater. He walked out of the pit with the magic sword on his back, glanced at the ancestors of those big factions, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, the Penglai Pavilion Lord heard that this king was coming, and left in advance?"

Among these people, the only one he knew was Huasheng Zhenren, one of the five saints of Kunlun Mountain, and he had seen this Huasheng Zhenren once, or he glanced at it in a hurry when he overturned Kunlun. At that time, I felt that these former Five Saints were terrifyingly powerful, but when I look at it now, it is nothing more than that, and even the Heavenly Immortals have never reached it. At this level, people can cut them with their bare hands without using a magic sword.

Hua Sheng Zhenren, who was regarded as an elder of Yu Qingwu's master, walked out of the crowd, staring at Yu Qingwu with a pair of old eyes, and finally his eyes fell on the magic sword behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Yu Qingwu, you were originally my Kunlun disciple, the old Taoist remembers the old feelings, as long as you leave the magic sword today, the old Taoist can implore all the Taoist friends in the field not to be embarrassed by you!"

"Old love?" Yu Qingwu looked up to the sky and smiled, laughing breathlessly before he said: "Your so-called old love, is it possible that you can use Liangyi to trap and besiege with a faction of disciples? ”

"You old immortals who should have been buried in the earth for a long time, don't you want to destroy this king and destroy the magic sword by putting on such a big battle today?" He sneered, waved his big hand, and the magic sword behind his back came out of its sheath with a snort, and was slanted at his side: "This king is here, and so is the magic sword, let's see if you are doing the right thing for heaven, or if I will send you into the earth for peace!"

Arrogant! Domineering! This is Fuyao Wang Yu Qingwu. In the vast world, apart from him, who else dares to say such bold words in front of so many great sect ancestors? It's not that he is arrogant, but that he has this strength.

Everyone was silent, if they fought under normal circumstances, even if they could kill Yu Qingwu, who had a magic sword in their hands and had reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm, they would have to wither to death. But today is different, they have been preparing for today's war for two years.

Even so, there is no need to say more. ”

A white-clothed old Taoist has lightning hidden between the opening and closing of his eyes, and nine times out of ten he is the ancestor of Shenxiaomen. He jumped backwards and disappeared without a trace in an instant, but his words were left in place: "We have reached the extreme state of the world, and it is inevitable that the world will be harmed under the first war, if you still have a trace of conscience, you will enter the battle!"

Whoa!

The rest of the old men also flew backwards one by one, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, it is conceivable that there must be an extremely exquisite array in front of them, which can hide the traces of people, and even isolate the heavens and the earth.