Everyone was shocked. The three vulgars were standing in the Taihe Hall of the Palace, and they looked at each other from afar on the roof of Wenjing Hall. Guo Xiaoyao was wearing a long green robe, and the wind was rising under the night. A red sword in his hand emitted a dark red light. The three vulgars were not as handsome as their masters, and they were ragged, covered in old Taoist robe with holes, and they were holding a black stick in their hand.

Liu Qingfeng said, why does this stick look so familiar? It seems that I have seen it somewhere.

I took a look and said, isn't this the stuffed stick in the thatched cottage of Tianshi Mansion? I can think of it. Sanju and Guo Xiaoyao were in opposition to each other, and even heard our words, "You little kid knows nothing. Guo Xiaoyao doesn't come early or late, but he sneaked into me while I was shitting, which made me beat me up without even the use of toilet paper!"

Guo Xiaoyao said, you old man, I called you in the Tianshi Mansion for a long time and you didn’t come out, but you actually hid in the pit and refused to respond. Is he so embarrassed to arrange it randomly?

The three common people say that you have already jumped out of the three realms. Have you forgotten the Geneva Convention set by Lu Chunyang in Changping County?

Liu Qingfeng asked, Geneva Convention? What is this?

The Ming Cult says that a hundred years ago, when Lu Zu ascended, he gathered land gods outside the three realms of the world in Changping and forced them to make a vow that martial arts will transcend the three realms of the world and will not participate in the world's struggles. Anyone who is not convinced will be beaten back to the three realms by Lu Zu, which is why this convention is created.

Guo Xiaoyao said that the old guy has been ascended for a hundred years. What's the matter with me when you made the oath at that time? I'm going to give Lu Zamao a face. What can you do to me if you don't keep the promise?

Sansu said that if you have the ability, wait for me to lift my pants, and I will fight you for 300 rounds! When everyone looked up, they found that Sansu was holding his pants with his other hand.

Don’t be fucking nonsense, if you have the ability, you can lift your pants yourself!

Sanju couldn't tie his pants with one hand, and refused to throw away the shit stick, which was a bit stalemate. After Guo Xiaoyao's gathering energy, he saw his body soaring three feet high, his sword flew up like a dragon, and rushed towards Sanju. Sanju cursed shamelessly and raised the shit stick to meet the enemy.

This kind of master matchup is very different from the martial arts competition between Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen seen in Qiutian. Zhao and Ye fought each other, with internal strength everywhere, wind swept the remaining clouds, and chrysanthemums and leaves falling in the sky. It was very gorgeous. Later I found out that it was a commercial exhibition competition planned by Xiaosheng Jianghu.

These two people fight each other, a life-and-death duel, and there is no place to waste any real energy. When practicing outside the three realms, the internal energy becomes more and more pure and prosperous, and cannot be leaked. Even so, everyone present still felt as if their true energy was suppressed by the aura of the two people leaking.

The sword sticks were three meters apart, and the red light on the long sword separated from the sword body and shot away from the chest of Sansu. Sansu moved three meters out of thin air to avoid the sword light, and the shit stick fought against the long sword. Sansu shouted, "Half inch of rivers and mountains, break!"

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Guo Xiaoyao retreated one mile! He smashed countless palace buildings along the way until outside the palace. Sangu laughed, didn’t you call your Lingshu Palace’s mistress to help, why didn’t you show up? As he said that, he ran towards Guo Xiaoyao, and took the initiative to take the initiative!

Guo Xiaoyao retreated ten miles more.

The voice of the three vulgarities came from afar. If you have the ability, you will take my third stick!

Rumble, Guo Xiaoyao is already thirty miles away.

That night, Sansu held a shit-stirring stick and beat Guo Xiaoyao, the world's number one, out of the capital.

In the palace garden, the Ming Cult tore off a piece of long gown and bandaged my wound. He was full of complaints. You are an eighth-grade young man, and you are not even as good as a slightly higher-level imperial guard here. What can you do if you have nothing to do?

Jia Ming looked at me not far away and asked, "Hello, are you okay?" Ming Jiao looked at Jia Ming coldly.

The King of Shu swung his sword and pointed out the emperor. The white-clothed cavalry were dismounted, forming formations, drawing weapons, and slowly advancing towards the north hall. The murderous aura in the military was heartbreaking.

I thought to myself, have the three thousand imperial guards in the imperial city eaten shit? Why haven’t I seen him come to rescue him? Emperor Ming rushed to the world and said, “Why are you going to kill the enemy for me?”

Eighty masters of the martial arts world drew out their weapons and fought against the 800 cavalry. The Ming Cult told Liu Qingfeng that this was the 800 Qilin Army of the King of Shu. They once defeated Nanzhao in Shu. The war will begin soon. You hide behind us, so don’t let Qin Sanguan make a bloody head.

These are all masters of the top sects in the world, and their martial arts are the third and fourth grades. Although they have no advantage in numbers, they are masters of individual combat.

Xiaosheng Jianghu once said that if a martial arts master faces the soldiers in the army, one person can be worth ten people. Ten people can kill fifty people. A hundred people may not be able to kill five hundred people. If a thousand martial arts master faces one thousand soldiers, I am afraid that the people in the Jianghu will only be slaughtered. But tonight the palace garden is smaller and suitable for street fighting, so that you will not be too disadvantaged.

Killing! Sound! Four! Start!

The close forces were connected, and the Qilin Army formed a group of ten people to fight in formation, while the people in the martial arts world fought on their own. The palace and the palace ushered in the largest melee since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In less than a stick of incense, blood flowed everywhere in the villa and corpses were everywhere.

Ye Liangchen and Huang Xiaoyu were also in a melee. As the fourth master in the world, they actually fought with Huang Xiaoyu in a difficult position. However, ordinary people and soldiers did not dare to get involved nearby. Those who accidentally entered the battle circle of the two were killed by sword energy.

Brother Sanguan! I looked in the sound and was a little Taoist boy from Tianshi Mansion holding a black thing in his hand. I asked you why you came? The little Taoist boy said, my ancestor asked me to give this to you for supervision. If the situation is critical, you can activate the God-Shocking Formation. The eye of the formation is on the altar in front of the North Hall.

I took a look at the black brand, about six inches wide and four inches long. There was a bite of duck pear on the back, and it was written with a few Western words: Upad, what's the thing? I don't know how to use it. The little Taoist said that standing in the eye of the formation, you will know how to activate the second deputy array of the Jingshen Array and the eighteen side array. I said, why don't you use it? The little Taoist shook his head and said, I can't go up. By the way, my ancestor also asked me to give you a tip, saying that you can open it when you are in trouble.

At this time, the Qilin Army suddenly stopped attacking, and more than 80 people from the martial arts world here suffered heavy casualties, and less than 40 people were able to fight.

King Zhu Leshi of Shu looked at Emperor Ming and asked the emperor to abdicate!

Emperor Ming's face was gloomy and calm, and he didn't say anything.

The Qilin Army slowly dispersed to both sides. A middle-aged Taoist nun, holding a pipa, walked up from behind the Qilin Army. The woman looked over forty years old, wearing a Taoist robe, and had a charming figure. She looked half-aged and charming.

Liu Qingfeng said, this girl looks quite delicious.

The nun looked at Liu Qingfeng, and Liu Qingfeng let out a mouthful of blood and knelt down on the ground. Auntie spared your life!

The Taoist nun ignored it and walked slowly towards Emperor Ming.
Chapter completed!