Chapter 87 The battle will begin
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The dawn is slightly dew.
When the first sunshine passed through the dark clouds and sprinkled a light and shadow, the simple door of the sword tower quietly opened.
One person walked out slowly.
Luo Song opened his eyes, and his confused look suddenly became fanatical and pious.
is Lord Tsing Yi!
Lord Qingyi walked out of the sword tower!
He couldn't wait to shout and vent his inner excitement. But when he saw the solemn posture and expressionless expression of Lord Qingyi, he did not dare to make a sound, which was frightened to disturb Lord Qingyi.
He just trembled his hands and looked at Lord Qingyi in a daze. He looked at the god-level swordsman who had been guarding the sword tower for nearly a thousand years, and his eyes were burning.
He is just the lowest-level ordinary person in Wanyuan City. In the past few days, the actions of the three families of Lian, Autumn and Snow have filled the whole Wanyuan City with the intention of killing. He had to take his wife and a pair of children to the altar early to seek the protection of the Lord in blue.
He believes that Lord Tsing Yi will not let the war situation spread to this place, and he believes blindly.
Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!
Countless eyes looked here at the same time, looking at the slowly coming out of the blue clothes. Their expression was exactly the same as Luo Song, even more excited than Luo Song.
But no one made a sound. The whole square was silent and the falling needle was audible!
Where Tsing Yi passed, the crowd automatically retreated to both sides, giving up a road that could be driven by almost five horses, which was only for Tsing Yi alone.
Qingyi didn't say anything, and his expression remained unchanged.
Step by step, precise and silent.
When the blue clothes disappeared at the other end of the sea of people, the crowd dared to make a little sound and break the quiet morning.
It seems that because of Qingyi, people suddenly feel that the whole bleak morning suddenly became lively.
People's faces glowed with a different vitality, because they finally met Lord Qingyi.
Zhang Yan walked out of the door behind the Sword Tower. He did not see Qingyi, nor did he naturally witness the shocking scene.
He was accompanied by Ma Chong, Xue Huaibei, Xue's sister and brother, and Xia Xiwei. Of course, Xiaoqi also lay lazily on Xia Xiwei's shoulder.
Bypassing the amazing number of people, they walked into the bustling street after a few days of separation, but were surprised to find that there were not many pedestrians on the street, even rare and pitiful.
It is depressed and depressing, and there is a different sense of killing in the air.
"Let's go quickly. Maybe the battle has begun!" Zhang Yan looked around and thought for a moment, and said with an extremely serious look. Then his pace suddenly became faster, more than doubled.
Ma Chong and others felt a sense of solemnity in their hearts and followed closely.
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"Let's go!"
Lian Yun shouted loudly, and there were 6,000 people standing beside him. Six thousand elite swordsmen of the Lian family and the Qiu family. Their name is "Snow Burning Camp"!
"Ye!"
Six thousand people responded, neatly and uniformly, and their voices were so loud that they almost dispersed the dark clouds in the sky and spread to far away.
The air was full of murderous air, and 6,000 people turned into 6,000 escapes and rushed north!
Lian Yun turned his head and looked behind him, where was his father Lian Qiong and Qiu Haoyun, the head of the Qiu family. After that, there were eight cold-looking old men standing quietly.
All of these ten people are Yuanying's swordsmanship!
Lian Yun looked extremely excited and his confidence soared. With such strength, can't he slaughter a little Xueshi?
He was resented when he remembered that he was escaped by Xue Huaibei when he was in the jungle. He couldn't wait to come early at this moment and personally pierce Xue Huaibei's throat with the sharp sword in his hand.
He really can't wait...
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Three thousand children of the Xue clan stood solemnly, and the dull breath filled every inch of air.
Today, it is the time to decide the survival of the Xue family. These children have not stepped out of their homes for many days. They do not want to be shrinking turtles. They want to fight and defend their dignity with blood!
The sword has come out of its sheath and does not drink blood. How can it return?
Xue's three thousand children's breath is condensed.
Xue Heng witnessed the scene in front of him, his expression was slightly slow, and he said in a low voice, "Xue's sons, we are all outsiders from Wanyuan City. We have followed Xue Lengshan to create such a great foundation here. Now we are facing extinction. What do you think we should do?"
"Fight! Fight!"
The children shouted in unison and looked excited.
"Good! We want to fight to the end with these despicable people who want to eradicate us! Even if you die, you must defend your dignity!"
"Defend dignity! Defend your dignity!"
The murder of the three thousand children of the Xue family was completely stimulated, and everyone's eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire.
Xue Heng nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the two old men beside him.
These two people are the Yuanying swordsmen of the Xue clan. They have been hiding in the clan and silently guarding the Xue clan.
The old man with a waxy face and a dry look is called Xue Zhan. The old man with shrugged his shoulders like an eagle and fierce eyes like a dragonfly is called Xue Ce. Both of them are Yuanying's middle-level swordsmanship!
Xue Heng asked softly, "Two elders, are you ready?"
Snow war and snow strategy nodded slowly.
"Good!"
Xue Heng's eyes were full of cold light, and he shouted gloomyly, "Our Xue will definitely set off a bloody storm in the whole Wanyuan City today!"
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Mingxuan Sword House.
Du Ruhai looked at the sky and muttered, "The dark clouds are pressing on the city, this is not a good omen..."
"Then let's tear up the dark clouds and disperse them. Isn't it another clear sky?"
Fu Rou opened her mouth. Her voice was very sweet, and like her charming appearance, it could make people yearn endlessly. She is really beautiful. Her skin is like water, her red lips are like fire, and her concave and convex body give people a thrilling charm.
Such an enchanting woman should have been favored in the room, but so far, no man has dared to do so.
Because she is Furou, the Yuanying swordsmanship that makes the whole Wanyuan City swordsmanship afraid of three points!
Du Ruhai smiled and looked at her. His eyes slid past her perfect hot body and from nine other people standing side by side with Furou.
These ten people are the elders of Mingxuan Sword Mansion, all of whom are Yuanying's swordsmanship and Du Ruhai's most reliable strength.
In ordinary times, he will not gather ten people together. However, today is a turbulent day in the pattern of Wanyuan City, and it may change. Of course, he will sacrifice the strongest weapon. Even if he doesn't kill people, it is enough to deter all the young people and kill those who should not have been The ambition that should appear...
He sighed softly, "Unfortunately, it's not our turn to tear through this dark cloud."
Fu Rou said in a charming voice, "Who is so bold that even our Mingxuan Sword House doesn't pay attention to it?"
Du Ruhai's voice did not show any emotion and said, "Of course it's the one in the sword tower."
Fu Rou's expression stagnated and bit his red lips, "Lord Qingyi is too broad, isn't he?"
"Shut up!"
Du Ruhai suddenly shouted, and his deep eyes suddenly shot an endless cold light. "The disaster comes from the mouth, Xiaorou, you have to understand this!"
Furou's expression changed, restrained her mind, and she dared not say more.
"Let's go, we should go and have a look."
Du Ruhai waved his sleeves and walked out.
Ten Yuanying elders, including Furou, who stood in place, also looked at each other and followed.
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A bald man walked into Wanyuan City with a group of people.
The bald man looked at the cold streets around him and wondered, "When did Wanyuan City become like this?"
A middle-aged scribe next to him was also surprised and shook his head to show that he didn't know.
The bald man grabbed a hurried low-level swordsman and whispered, "Brother, how did Wanyuan City become so deserted?"
His voice is soft and low, like a delicate beauty, but his man is tall and burly, with a big bald head and a pair of narrow and bright eyes like a blade.
The arrested man was shocked by the voice and appearance of the bald head and couldn't help shivering. He struggled for a moment. Seeing that the bald palm was like an iron hoop, the silk did not move, and his heart was cold again. He obediently replied, "There will be a battle between the three families. Who dares to go out in the whole Wanyuan City?"
With a bald head, he let go of his right hand and let him go.
When this person saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then pulled out his legs and was afraid. He ran and scolded: "Grandma, bear, is Wanyuan City really going to change? Why did I meet a pervert as soon as I went out? Bah! It's disgusting!"
The bald head didn't care at all. He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged scribe and said, "There seems to be a good show. Are we looking for that boy or going to the theater?"
The middle-aged scribe glanced at the 30 people behind him and said with a smile, "Then go to the theater."
The bald head hummed and walked forward. As he walked, he sighed, "It took four or five days to enter the gate. This Wanyuan City is really perverted. Brother Yue, what do you think?
The middle-aged scribe also sighed, "It's true. These children of Mingxuan Sword House guarding the gate are much better than our Qionghua Sword House..."
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The group gradually faded away.
From beginning to end, the 30 people behind the bald head did not open their mouths with a calm expression.