Chapter 262 The army went south

Wang Wuwei's eyebrows became fierce. He asked the other party not to escape, but he used this stormy attack method. If the battle continues in this way, the final result can be imagined.

Because Wang Wuwei is after all a nearly 100-year-old old man, and his hands and feet are not much more flexible than young people, let alone Qingyu, a young and powerful type, so he can't let things go on like this. And when you make mistakes, if you make a mistake, it may cause Qingyu to fight back against you, and then you will die.

I also have a little grandson. What would he do if he died? He frowned slightly and looked at the big-eyed child next to him.

Wang Wuwei admitted that he was indeed scared by Qingyu's stormy attack. Not only he, but even the elders of the elders next to him would feel that this Qingyu was absolutely not simple, only the six-eared monkey with the Dragon God here. The Dragon God asked

"Did you give this trick to the Lord?"

"Of course, otherwise who else do you think can make such a trick, a genius trick, ah ha ha ha"

Dragon God frowned and said nothing more.

Wang Wuwei's palm suddenly shook, and the knife in his hand was almost unstable. Then he realized that it was not good, followed by Qing Yu's attack like death, and then he burst his legs and spit blood. To his surprise, Qing Yu still had a faint smile and strength on the corners of his mouth at this moment. Sneering at himself shows that he still has at least more than half of his strength.

Wang Wuwei was almost scared. He was almost stabbed by Qingyu's sword. He knew that a master's move might be the key to winning or losing. At this moment, he was killed by Qingyu, and no one would say anything. After all, they were in different forces, and his little grandson But there is no one to take care of him.

Thinking of this, Wang Wuwei's body suddenly became awey, and his body sprayed out again.

A good killing move, Qingyu's shocking snow sword suddenly exploded, and then Qingyu almost fell down. He felt that Wang Wuwei was indeed good. Jianzong's strength could fight against him to this extent. This may be something that Wang Xiongba may not be able to do.

While the back of Qingyu's sword trembled, his body suddenly burst out with this force. He didn't want to give Wang Wuwei a chance to breathe. As long as he had any chance to breathe, he might need to spend more energy to defeat him. Therefore, it is impossible for him to give the other party another chance. Now he only needs to spend more effort, but after the other party takes a breath, he may be more trouble.

Because he just wants to hit the end in one breath and make the other party's knife light condense into a formal shape without mixed rice in a fast way, otherwise he will need to spend more effort.

"Drink..." Qingyu would not hesitate for a moment at this moment. His body trembled, his hand trembled, and the shocking snow sword in his hand took action again. The light in his hand almost went towards the other party with almost all the speed.

The speed is as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder.

And Wang Wuwei's speed was not fast, but it seemed to slow down Qingyu's stroke. When the close-shot sword light cut through the void in the sky and rushed towards him, he knew that trouble was coming.

So he tried his best to block Qingyu's sword. His sword used Qingyu's trick, which is the sparrow singing sword in Lintian's sword.

"Hung..." Almost several rounds of Qingyu's sword moves were accompanied by the sound of shouting wind. The horrible sound, as long as anyone touches it, will definitely be cut off his neck.

Wang's fearless mind can't get what he wanted. What scares Wang is that he has never seen a person who can use swordsmanship so vividly. Even the sword god in those years did not have this ability. Of course, the sword god is just the level of the sword sect.

Qingyu's sword, after more than 100 swords, has now passed nine eighty-one swords, and another seven forty-nine swords. What surprises Wang Wuwei is that he has hit at least more than 1,000 swords, more than 1,000 swords, no matter who he practiced swords a day.

Wang Wuwei roared and moved forward, because he knew that if he continued to fight like this, he would not be able to beat the fraudulent young man in front of him. The young man seemed to have calculated everything early and waited for himself to be tricked.

And even if you die in vain, you will not get your dignity.

In Xuanling Shizong, their elder hall has long been dead in name. He didn't need him to stand up and show off his power, but he didn't like this junior's arrogance, but he didn't know that he really hit the iron plate. Seeing how he got rid of it, he couldn't get rid of the iron plate in front of him.

Wang Wuwei is not a fool. After the knife light flashed by, another similar knife light appeared in his hand.

At this time, everyone was stunned, and even Princess Wanxuan, who had not spoken, was stunned.

"Double Battle Blade? The ancestor of Blade?"

The fold in Wang Wuwei's hand turned out to be a similar knife. The blade was red, and the blade flashed out was Hu, as if it had been washed in the light of blood and soaked.

Under Qingyu's surprised eyes, his knife light has arrived in front of him.

Qingyu was shocked. Because of the two blades, two blades are two distances and two positions. How can he avoid it?

His body suddenly burst his legs. Qingyu knew that he could not go on like this, and he might die if he went on like this.

"Kid, let you see my true face, but this is not a secret. In Xuanling Shizong, there has always been a blade ancestor who protects everyone's double-sided blade, that is me, let you see what double-sided blade is."

Is this and another identity of Wang Wuwei? Even Princess Wanxuan couldn't help but be slightly surprised, because she also heard of this person when she was a child. This person robbed the rich to help the poor, and left a good reputation in the ancestral city of Xuanling's first sect.

"Ha" Qingyu smiled faintly and curled his lips helplessly,

"Double-sided blade, since both sides must be laborious, so the speed and strength are not as fast as before. Do you think you can beat me?"

Qing Yu's body jumped. Four feet away, everyone present looked sideways and saw a small black dot over there slowly moving, which was the figure of Qing Yu's return.

Wang Wuwei was shocked. Hasn't this young man used the fastest speed and the strongest power just now?

While his body was stunned, he had also crossed to one side.

"Qing Yu, is this your real speed? Are you Qingyu, the owner of Tianfu Gate?

In surprise, I heard the name of Princess Wanxuan called Qingyu. This is the legendary version of a person who broke through the enemy to defend the beacon city, and then defeated Wang Xiongba and forced Lin Chongtian to retreat the door master of Tianfu Gate?

Mingluan, the two swordsmen of Tianjue, didn't get a cheap existence? Is this the person in front of you?

Oh, my God.

"You are Qingyu!!!"

Qing Yu smiled faintly, and the expression on his face did not slow down at all. He laughed,

"What? Can't? Don't believe it?"

"Ah, no, I didn't expect it to be Lord Qingyu. This is Princess Wanxuan. I'm really blind."

Wang Wuwei quickly looked for the steps. Those who had just now no longer existed and quickly greeted Qingyu and others to enter the Presbyterian Hall. He agreed. Naturally, other people were also scared to death by Qing Yu's power, but in a moment, they conquered so many people. Even Princess Wanxuan had to look sideways at Qingyu.

I saw this Qingyu drinking wine lightly and chatting with the Dragon God without saying a word.

"In this case, it's better to hit the sun when choosing. Let's set up the throne for Princess Wanxuan tomorrow. He is the sun god. Everyone should have no objection, right?"

"Ah!!"

The people around were shocked, which seemed to be a little too fast. But Qingyu saw the voice of everyone's doubts. He knew that he didn't have much time, because there were still many people waiting for him, such as Shi Min, such as Shi Wu. They all need to tell themselves the whereabouts of Xuan Linger, as well as the missing Fan Fujiang brothers, where they are, and whether they are dead or alive. , they are still on horse-horses on the continent.

Qing Yu vowed that if someone moved them, as long as they were from this place and let themselves know, they would definitely kill them, and they would die miserably.

"Why, is anyone unconvinced?"

Qing Yu looked around and couldn't see anyone unconvinced, so he nodded heavily,

"That's it. Some people don't accept my Tianfumen, that is, they don't accept my Qingyu, they don't accept Qingyu, they just don't want Princess Wanxuan to be your Yangshen. Procrastination is not my character. It will start tomorrow."

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"What? Will Qingyu make Princess Wanxuan the sun god tomorrow? This is too fast. No, Brother Xiongba, what should I do?

Wang Xiongba's younger brother Wang Xi frowned.

"What else can you do? Can you beat him? I can't get better for ten days and a half months. It's my luck if people don't come to kill me. What else can I do? You can only take one step at a time. By the way, have you found the information of His Royal Highness Yangmou?

"still looking"

"Quickly, as long as he can support the prince, after all, he is a man and more competent to become a sun god than a woman. At that time, he will have nothing to say."

Wang Xiongba said with a gloomy face and a faint smile.

On the other hand, Lin Chongtian looked at everyone in the room with a sad face and said lightly.

"From now on, Xuanling Shizong can't help you mess up. It's time to be obedient. Now it's not up to us."

"Why, Dad, Dad, aren't you a strong swordsman?"

"Yes, it doesn't matter if there is a father with us, even if he walks horizontally in Xuanling Shizong. Why is it this time, the Wang Xiongba? Don't worry, he has been injured by the door owner of Tianfumen. Now that there is no climate, Dad can take down his power in one fell swoop"

"Hey" sighed, Lin Chongtian laughed,

"It was Qingyu, the owner of Tianfu Gate, who came and supported Princess Wanxuan to become the Yangshen. As soon as the Yangshen came out, who dared to talk more"

"Ah..."

The rest is silent loneliness and helpless ending. In many cases, the ending that can't be helped is the ending without an ending.

When Qingyu held Princess Wanxuan's arm on the stage and became a Yangshen, Princess Wanxuan only felt that there seemed to be a light injected into her body. By the way, that was her father's light. She seemed to see her father, the blessing given to her father.

"Father, you have to bless me, make Xuanling Shizong stronger and stronger, don't be bullied by paganism and demons, and become a good place forever. Democracy and peace will be the first harmonious family of our Xuanling. Many people will live and work in peace and contentment. The people will never have to live a good life. The people will never have to live like this.

"Child, be a good yang god and love the people like a son"

I don't know when Princess Wanxuan seemed to hear such a sentence, and then she accepted the crown awarded by Qingyu and became a young jade girl, which made people happy.

"I will definitely do it with his help"

Princes Wanxuan's face was very happy. Looking at Qingyu's confident expression, he was convinced that he could turn Xuanling Shizong into a powerful force, sect, instead of decline.

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The next morning.

"Are you leaving today?"

Princess Wanxuan looked at Qingyu and said.

"Yes, Xuan Linger and others are in danger, and Fan Buthuang may also be arrested by the people of the devil. If you don't save them at this time, I'm afraid you will see the bodies, but do you know what is the most critical thing we need to do now?"

"What is it?" Princess Wanxuan said doubtfully.

"I'm going to lead the troops to fight down the pagan, at least so that they can't fight with you anymore, which is good for you and me. When I go to the Devil's Gate, I can rest assured that no one will sneak up on you. In this way, I won't have to worry about my own affairs."

Qingyu's words came, and Princess Wanxuan nodded and said nothing more.

I just watched Qingyu take the dragon god, the big black and reckless snake, and the six-eared monkeys, leaving a heavy back.

"I know you will come back triumphantly, but can you accept me, a woman who almost killed you every time?"

Princess Wanxuan said silently in the bottom of her heart and didn't say anything more. She just silently closed her eyes and prayed for the safe return of Qingyu.

20,000 troops, 10,000 in Tianfumen, and 10,000 troops belonging to the Elder Hall of Xuanling First Sect, went towards the vastness of the Heavenly Church.

When it came to the Holy Spirit City of heaven's extinctism, someone noticed the inconvenience, because Tianjue's injury was really too serious. He was not only attacked by the big black and reckless snake, but also was finally stabbed by Qing Yu with a sword. This is not a simple injury, but a possible fatal injury.

The son was killed by Qingyu, and now even he will be killed.

"The four jade-faced generals will be handed over to you."

Tianjue sighed, and it was time to come. Qingyu, who beat him down by himself in the frozen magic cellar, not only killed his son, but also came to kill himself now. What should he do? A generation of swordsman strongmen actually fell to this point.

Who can be blamed for this?

"Yes, Lord, you can go quickly, leaving the green mountains without worrying about firewood. A generation of sword saints will recover their wounds and avenge us. Lord, go quickly."

The four gods were also loyal, leading an army of ghost-faced messengers to guard the center of the Holy Spirit City and waiting for the arrival of Qingyu.

"I... will eventually come back, Qingyu, don't think that I have been defeated like this. I will come back with profits. Qingyu, you will be the enemy of my life."

Tianjue stroked his wound and then went away.

The sound of killing, the shouting, the sound of the knife tip fighting, the shadow of the knife constantly flying around in the sky, and countless swords and shadows rushed towards them. What frightened them was that the strength of Tianfumen was so strong.

"What about the old man? Tell him to come out"

Qing Yu's shouts almost spread throughout the Holy Spirit City, but no one was seen.

Only the indifferent voice of the jade-faced four gods, "With you, a scumbag, you are not qualified to see our Lord. Come on"

"Hmm, despicable, how can your lord say these two words and say it on other people's foreheads? He also has good intentions. Since you are going to die instead of him, then I will send you to the west. Dragon God, Big Black, Six Ears, Buffalo, go up together and slaughter them all!!"

"Yes, my Lord!!!"

The sound of shouting spread all over the top of the sky.

Tianjue, who was far away from the dust, seemed to hear the sound of the four jade-faced generals sobbing after death, and tears fell down,

"My son Tianbao, jade-faced four gods, brothers, I'm sorry that I provoked this evil star, but I promise you that I will sprinkle the blood of his head in front of your grave and your spirits in heaven. Don't worry, brothers, go with peace of mind.

In the battlefield, the body of the jade-faced four gods, who had never closed his eyes, suddenly closed his eyes and no longer opened them.

"My lord, many people have been lost in this battle. They seem to be playing with their lives, and the sky never came out. It seems that they have run away. Will they continue to chase and kill?"

"No" q Qingyu shook his head decisively, waved his hand and said,

"Keep moving forward, Ming Wangcheng!!!"

It is the festival of the Dragon God and others.

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"Report!!! Lord, the City of the Holy Spirit has been broken. A guard seemed to be in a panic, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and seemed to be saying something, but such a sentence had already surprised Mingluan sitting on it.

"What about that day? Is the sky dead? This Qingyu really destroyed the Holy Spirit City.