On the top of the city tower, the battle formation of the Fierce Tiger Army stands tall. All monks entering the city must be interrogated before entering.
There was a long queue outside the city gate, and the noise was endless.
Zhu Yu looked up at the tower, and saw a very familiar figure standing proudly on the tower.
Astonishingly, Xiang Ding, the eldest son of the Prince of Western Chu!
Xiang Ding was wearing heavy armor and a golden crown, looking majestic and majestic. His eyes were constantly scanning the crowd, as if there was a prey he was looking for hidden in the crowd.
"You damn bitch, you don't have eyesight! What the hell are you trying to block my way!"
Under the tower, someone suddenly shouted loudly.
The next moment, there was only a "boom!" sound, and the light of the magical sword struck hard under the city tower.
The pressure of this blow instantly turned hundreds of people into ashes.
The city tower shook, the talisman light shot into the sky, and the crowd fled back like frightened birds.
In the void, several monks in crimson robes stepped into the air and rushed toward the tower in an instant.
Xiang Ding's expression changed, he waved the command flag in his hand, and the tiger cavalry on the city tower rose into the air at the same time, and at this moment.
A red-robed monk shouted loudly and said: "Sword God Zong Hou Tong is here, let me see who dares to block my way because of his ambition!"
The fierce iron cavalry on the city tower was stagnant, and Xiang Ding's command flag could no longer hold it down.
And the crowd below the tower retreated one after another. The Sword God Sect was too famous, and Hou Tong was the leader of the Four Sword Gods. Who the hell dared to provoke him?
The tiger's iron cavalry misfired, and the red-robed monk laughed loudly. He soared into the air again, assuming an extremely arrogant posture.
"Junior sisters of the Red Sleeve Sect, don't leave too hastily. I, Lao Hou, had better make friends with our brothers and sisters from the eighteen sects in the world, haha!" Hou Tong's three figures quickly disappeared at the top of the city, disappearing in an instant.
Zhu Yu frowned slightly, but finally suppressed his inner impulse and did not rush out.
The Red Sleeve Sect, Gao Rou is in the Red Sleeve Sect, and I don’t know what level her cultivation has reached after not seeing her for decades.
And Yunfeng. Are you still in Nanchu Lake now?
If he hadn't heard outside the city that there was a drastic change in Xichu City, Zhu Yu would have rushed out by now.
"Fellow Taoist, let's go forward quickly and enter the city! Tsk. Tsk. I didn't expect that we met the God of Death from the Sword God Sect just as we arrived at the city gate. Fortunately, we didn't rush in front, otherwise we would have died long ago!"
Zhu Yu was patted on the back, and he turned his head. Behind him was a naive face.
This guy is one of the few monks at the virtual level who came here to chat with Zhuyu just now.
He was short and fat, and came from a sixth-grade immortal cultivating family in Western Chu. He was the leader of the family, and his name was Qi Fang.
There are several others, all of whom are masters of a sixth-grade force, and their cultivation levels are all at the peak of virtual reality.
This time they entered Xichu City, not just to join in the fun, but each brought their family's specialties, and planned to find sellers in Xichu to exchange for crystal stones, elixirs, and elixirs. The world was not peaceful. For the sake of safety, several of them
Only the head of the family went together.
"Fellow Taoist, when we enter Xichu City, we must be careful and don't cause trouble. Otherwise, if we offend the big forces, it will really be the end of us!" Qi Fang lowered his voice and said to Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu's cultivation level is Wanshou level, and his words are quite respectful, but what does a Wanshou monk mean to Xi Chu?
In his eyes, Zhu Yu was probably a traveling genius from a certain powerful force in Southern Chu, but he was afraid that Zhu Yu would cause trouble because he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was high!
Zhu Yu nodded gently and said: "Master Qi, slow down! Let's wait a little longer!"
Before Zhu Yu could finish his words, there was another loud bang outside the city gate.
A huge pit was shaken out of the ground, the talisman light on the city tower soared into the sky, and the city defense formation was activated.
In the sky, a group of yellow-robed female cultivators volleyed out of the city.
There are about a dozen people in this team, seven or eight god-level monks, and the rest have peak Wanshou cultivation levels.
They rushed out of the city gate and immediately built an attacking formation in the sky.
Behind them, the figures of three red-robed monks slowly emerged. They were Hou Tong and others who had just entered the city.
"Hou Tong, what do you mean? You have been pestering me, the Red Sleeve Sect, since the beginning of Nanchu. Do you think the Red Sleeve Sect is easy to bully?" the leader, a yellow-robed female cultivator, said coldly.
Hou Tong had an evil smile on his face and said: "Fang Taoist friend has misunderstood. Our eighteen sects in the world are originally one family. How can we be disadvantageous to the fellow Taoists of the Red Sleeve Sect? It's just that I, Hou Tong, have always admired the Red Sleeve Sect.
Junior sister, don’t you want to go with you and make friends?”
The female cultivator surnamed Fang snorted coldly and said, "Stop talking so sweetly. We, the Red Sleeve Sect and the Divine Sword Sect, have always been in harmony with each other. What kind of friends do we have?"
"Ha ha!"
Hou Tong laughed heartily, and a thin disciple next to him said: "Fellow Daoist Fang, my senior brother Hou has no appetite for you. He just wants to be friends with the other junior sister Gao, what? Our Sword God Sect is not worthy of you Hong Xiu.
Zong?"
Among the yellow-robed camp, a person stood out handsomely.
As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted everyone's attention. This woman had long hair like a waterfall, and the soft and shiny hair hung down to her waist. She had bright eyes and white teeth, and she walked gently in the air, like a weak willow supporting the wind. She was really beautiful.
Extremely gorgeous.
Her cultivation level is only in the late Wanshou stage, but her aura outshines many female cultivators at the god level.
"Fellow Daoist Hou, although our Red Sleeve Sect is not as majestic as the Sword God Sect, we are not a sect that can be bullied by others. My Gao Rou cultivation is not as good as that of my senior brother, but if my senior brother wants to use his power to overwhelm others, that is absolutely impossible.
If you really try to push me too far today, the worst that can happen is that everyone will die!"
The woman in yellow robe said loudly, with only a stubborn temperament.
The thin red-robed monk chuckled and said: "Junior Sister Gao's temperament is just different, but hey, how can it be so easy to get rid of someone that my Senior Brother Hou likes..."
"Ouch!"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly screamed.
The whole person flew upside down in the air. This change was among the sparks of calcium carbide. When everyone saw his appearance clearly again, his face was already covered with blood and was beyond recognition.
No one saw clearly what happened just now. Hou Tong and the other three people present were all at the God Transformation level, and Hou Tong had reached the late stage of God Transformation. However, the opponent's attack was almost silent, which was really shocking.
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Everyone in the Red Sleeve Sect looked at each other in confusion, not knowing who the master was who made the move.
Hou Tong, with a pale face, supported his junior brother and stood up slowly, saying: "Senior He Fang, Hou Tong, a disciple of the Sword God Sect, is so polite!"
"Hey!" A sneer sounded. "What nonsense is the Sword God Sect? On the ground of Chu State, Yu Yutong is just a grandson. You guys are not even qualified to carry my shoes. You still want to compete with me."
friendship?"
In the void, a figure slowly emerged.
This man was dressed in purple robes. He was standing astride a strange talisman, and he was directly above the two groups of people.
Judging from his appearance, no one from the Red Sleeve Sect or the Sword God Sect knew him.
However, among the crowd of people watching around, someone made a loud noise and immediately collapsed in fear.
"Qi Fang, Qi... Brother Qi, you... wake up, wake up..."
The one who was paralyzed with fear was naturally Qi Fang, and the few people accompanying him were also so scared that they could not speak clearly. The seniors who were walking with them all the way, who were the Wanshou monks? Looking at this posture, even if they were at the level of gods,
A strong person will not have this kind of aura.
For a group of sixth-grade forces, longevity is just out of reach, and the Transformation God is like a heavenly being in their eyes. The squid is higher than the Transformation God, so how can they not be scared to death?
"Ah..." Almost at the same time, Gao Rou, who had been standing proudly in the void with a face as cold as frost, also exclaimed, her face changed drastically, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"Is it... a squid? It's really a squid! He... he's not dead?"
Gao Rou's lips moved repeatedly, but Zhu Yu's message rang in her ears: "Master Gao Rou, you are fine. Stay calm and don't mess up your dignified demeanor as Master of Nanhai Academy Lingfu Hall. Wait until I clean up this matter.
Guys, let’s talk again..."
Gao Rou was shocked, countless thoughts came to mind, and all kinds of feelings came to her heart.
But the clearest memory is that very distant memory.
The small Nanhai, the even smaller Nanhaiyuan, a wretched and unremarkable acquired monk, repeatedly embarrassed himself, and finally...
She wanted to laugh in her heart, but there were tears in her eyes. She had never experienced that feeling in her life.
In the end, all her emotions turned into endless joy, and she quietly hid among the Red Sleeve Sect monks without moving her eyes away from Zhu Yu.
"Who are you? How dare you humiliate our Sword God Sect like this!" Hou Tong looked at Zhu Yu coldly, with murderous intent on his face.
Zhu Yu smiled faintly and said: "The Four Sword God Beasts have such a great reputation. I have heard rumors in the world that the Four Sword God Beasts are all majestic and tall, with strange bones. When I saw them today, it turned out to be true! Haha!
…”
Zhu Yu smiled calmly, but it made everyone around him laugh.
The Sword God Sect is located on the border of China. The monks are generally short in stature, and their appearance is different from the mainstream of China. They all have cavities and buck teeth, and their appearance is really unsightly.
It is ironic for Zhu Yu to say that they are majestic and tall, but to say that they have strange bones is very appropriate.
"Pretend to be a fool! Let me weigh you!" Hou Tong shouted violently.
After he finished speaking, the figure flashed, and the magical swordsmanship came out to crush the squid.
The Sword God Sect is famous for its swords, and its swordsmanship is naturally not weak. Hou Tong, as the leader of the Four Sword Gods, has even more powerful combat power.
In the sky, the sky is filled with sword light, and the powerful pressure of magical powers makes the viewers shudder.
Everyone couldn't help but sweat for Zhu Yu.
However, Zhu Yu smiled softly, and drew out a black flying sword, swiping gently in the air.
"Bah!"
With a sound, like the sound of a piece of cloth being torn, Hou Tong's magical sword was instantly cut open.
"ah……"
A scream rang out, and a wisp of blood flew into the sky.
When the sword light dissipated, Hou Tong covered his face with his hands, his face covered in blood. When everyone took a closer look, it turned out that this guy's left and right ears were missing.
The whole place fell silent for a moment.
Many low-level monks could not help but have the urge to worship.
What kind of magical swordsmanship does Zhu Yu use? It is simply the skill of an immortal, as powerful as Hou Tong, but he is not his only enemy. Is he still a human being?
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