On the deserted sea to the west of Eastern Xinjiang, islands are scattered sporadically.
On a deserted island, suddenly there was a plume of smoke rising from the kitchen.
A few young men dressed in luxurious but shabby clothes lit a fire and tried to roast the seabirds that had lost their feathers and disemboweled them.
But as soon as the smoke rose, someone appeared in front of him and stamped out the fire.
The owner of the feet was a young Taoist priest. He looked coldly at the men and women in fine clothes in front of him: "I have repeatedly ordered you not to light fires! Are you still here in your Yingyun City palace?"
The men and women in fine clothes were furious at first, but after hearing the second half of the other party's words, they had to suppress their breath and admit their mistake to the Taoist priest: "Taoist priest, we just want to make a fire and make some cooked food..."
"Go find your parents." The Taoist priest said coldly.
At this time, a middle-aged man came over and said, "Young people are ignorant, so don't be offended by the Taoist priest."
The Taoist priest glanced at the other party and softened his expression: "Keep an eye on them, otherwise it will be no good to everyone."
"Definitely, definitely." the middle-aged man said quickly.
After the Taoist priest left, the man's expression became gloomy and he glanced coldly at the juniors next to him.
The boys and girls in colorful clothes all lowered their heads.
"Did he say it wrong?" the middle-aged man asked coldly.
Everyone quickly replied: "Uncle Wang, we don't dare to do it anymore."
The middle-aged man stared at the group of juniors in front of him for a long time, and finally sighed.
He picked up the raw meat threaded on the branches, steamed it with his own masculine blood, and then handed it to everyone: "Although the Taoist priest is rude, he is right. This is not Yingyun City. We must be careful and be patient."
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Everyone responded quickly, took the food and started eating.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh secretly again when he saw their embarrassed appearance.
He couldn't bear to look at it anymore and left here.
In the distance, a young man was waiting for him: "Father."
The middle-aged man nodded silently and took the lead.
The young man followed behind him, but stopped talking.
"What do you want to say? Tell me." the middle-aged man asked.
After hesitating for a moment, the young man finally spoke: "Father, I heard that there was news circulating on the shore that the Nanchen royal family had surrendered. Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty is now under the orders of Chang'an to manage our land of Chu..."
The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you want to say?"
The young man hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage: "Father, Chang'an is so powerful that we can hardly resist crimes that are not crimes of war. If we don't want to be ashamed of our ancestors, we might as well... surrender!"
After saying all the words, he looked calm and waited quietly for his father's trial.
The middle-aged man was not angry.
After being silent for a long time, he sighed softly: "It's too late."
The young man was shocked: "How could that happen?"
"As you just said, Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty took over the so-called general manager of the Chu land in Chang'an and occupied the land of our great Chu."
The middle-aged man's tone was full of fatigue: "Not only can we not go back, but there are countless people from Chang'an who want to use our heads as meritorious deeds. They don't want us to join Chang'an and compete with them for seats."
When the young man heard this, his eyes showed despair.
"Is there nothing we can do?" The young man's voice was harsh.
The middle-aged man looked further west.
"Going west is the legendary Middle-earth."
He said slowly: "If we really can't stay here any longer, we can take a risk and cross the ocean to the west. There may be a chance of survival."
The young man looked around and then whispered: "Father, it is better to do this sooner rather than later."
The middle-aged man said: "It is rumored that there are so many powerful people in Middle-earth. As outsiders, how can it be so easy for us to gain a foothold? However, someone has already gone to inquire about it. Let's wait for a reply and at least have a good understanding of Middle-earth.
Let’s talk about it after we understand.”
"What Father said is true..." The young man nodded.
However, before he could finish his words, a thrilling pressure suddenly came from the distant sky.
Both father and son were shocked.
They turned around and looked into the distance, and saw a cloud of mist floating in the distance.
"The clouds and mist contain a sharp image, which seems to be sword energy... the swordsmanship of Wutian Peak in the Northern Qi Dynasty!"
The middle-aged man looked solemn: "With this level of cultivation, Lin Ying must be here in person. People from Chang'an City are here!"
A feeling of despair arose in his heart.
Because Lin Ying did not come here alone.
Chang'an's attack came from more than one direction.
Instead, there are experts from all directions surrounding him.
The surrounding sea area and several islands are all surrounded by Chang'an masters.
In contrast, powerful momentum rose up on the island.
Zhang Bining, the headmaster of Zicheng Mountain in Western Chu.
The head of the Yang family in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Yang Ting.
Jia Zhang, former dean of Xuanhe Academy of Western Chu.
The three Ninth Realm masters appeared together, their expressions unprecedentedly serious.
Next to them, the owner of Biyu Island, a major martial arts sect in the Western Zhou Dynasty, who spanned the Western Sea, looked even more ugly.
Although there are still a few people scattered on other islands, this is their temporary base camp.
It was obvious that they had just transferred here not long ago, but they were found by Chang'an, and they were all blocked together.
How did the news leak?
Is there a traitor?
Several people had the same idea in their minds.
At this moment, someone was seen flying up from an island and throwing themselves towards the Chang'an camp.
When the father and son saw this, their eyes flashed.
The person who flew up was actually a member of the same clan as the Xiang family of the Western Chu royal family.
The clouds around Lin Ying dispersed a little, revealing a man with a cold expression, as if he had no emotions.
The man opened his mouth and said: "According to the order of Chang'an, if there are those in the Xiang family of Western Chu who sincerely surrender, their lives will not be harmed."
Everyone in Xichu recognized him: "Tang Ze? It's you?!"
Someone yelled: "I, Da Chu, have always treated you well, but you actually surrendered to Chang'an and in turn had people come to hunt us down?"
Tang Ze's expression did not change at all: "Tang was concerned about the kindness of the king in the past, so he served Chang'an in order to exchange for the immortality of more family members."
Although many people in the Western Chu royal family were extremely angry and cursed loudly.
But there are also people who are shaken in their hearts and even secretly surprised.
"My evil words are misleading the public, and I will take your life first."
Zhang Bining, the headmaster of Zicheng Mountain and a real person in the ninth level of Taoism, said coldly.
At the same time as he spoke, a sword light flew into the sky, aiming directly at Tang Ze.
Tangze stood motionless in mid-air.
There was also a sword light flying out of the heavy clouds and mist beside him.
This sword light seems not as agile as Zhang Bining's sword light, nor can it fly over a long distance like the opponent's sword light.
But at this moment, in the area of 100 meters, he is stronger and faster than the opponent!
In a flash of sword light, Zhang Bining's flying sword had been knocked back, leaving Tang Ze safe and sound.
The figure of Lin Ying, the Ninth Level Martial Arts King and the leader of Wutian Peak, appeared from the clouds.
On the other side, the Western Chu royal family was bribed and won over by Chang'an Tianxian Palace. Several people who secretly informed the people were about to escape from the island and rush towards the Chang'an camp, when the space around them suddenly distorted.
It turned out that Jia Zhang, the old dean of Xuanhe Academy in Western Chu, took action.
The Ninth Level Confucian's family, country, and world will be immediately captured and put into an independent world.
However, before Jia Zhang's family, country and world could fully spread, it suddenly burst into flames.
Jia Zhang's eyes narrowed and he looked to the side.
There, Cao Ranran, the dean of Xianyuan Academy, appeared and calmly cupped his hands: "Brother Zhongyu, it's been a long time."
Jia Zhang did not answer, but his expression became obviously serious.
He is looking around.
In addition to Lin Ying and Cao Ranran, there were also three Ninth Realm masters, Zhuo Zui, the leader of the Huanglei Sect in Zhou Di, Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy in Jin Di, and Zheng Tianfeng, the head of the Zheng Family in Tang Di, who were present at the same time.
They surrounded all directions, including the west, tightly and completely.
But what worries Jia Zhang and others even more is that they have a vague feeling that there are masters hiding around them, posing a greater threat.
Yang Ting, the head of the Yang family who had been supporting the Western Zhou royal family, slowly exhaled: "It seems that Chang'an will be eradicated today."
Zhuo Zui cupped his fist and saluted Yang Ting: "Master Yang, you and I have not fought each other once or twice.
You and Ji Fang were both the masters of swordsmanship in Zhou Dynasty back then, and your strength was even higher than that of Zhuo Mou, and Zhuo Mou admired you.
However, during these days, Zhuo Mou has studied hard and practiced hard, and he has made some progress, so I will ask the Yang family leader for advice today."
After saying that, he directly struck Yang Ting with a palm.
"Are you afraid?"
Yang Ting immediately unsheathed his sword and faced Zhuo Sui.
When the blue wave sword of his Yang family is deployed, it is like a vast expanse of blue waves and an endless ocean. The power of the sword is vast and continuous, and it is also like a stormy sea with extremely violent violence. It is truly extraordinary.
The Western Zhou Dynasty had previously recognized him as the second best martial artist in the Western Zhou Dynasty after King Jifang of Zhou.
Zhuo Zui had never taken any advantage against him in previous fights.
If the opponent hadn't fought and retreated before, just looking for a way out, Zhuo Zui might even have suffered some losses.
But this time they fought again, Yang Ting noticed something was wrong with just the first move.
In just three or four months, Zhuo Zui's strength actually improved greatly.
With one palm strike, it was as if the divine lightning from the Nine Heavens struck down.
Yang Ting's Bibo knife was unable to catch the opponent's flesh palm for a while.
Back in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Yunmo, Taoist Zhichen, Yan Xishi and others had made great progress in strength. Now Zheng Tianfeng, who is watching eagerly from the sidelines, also broke through from the eighth realm to the ninth realm in less than a year.
, then is it also because of Chang'an City that Zhuo Zui's strength is greatly improved now... A thought flashed through Yang Ting's mind.
Zhuo Zui struck down again with his palm, hitting the back of Yang Ting's sword, causing his fingers to go numb and his mouth to burst.
"This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm. It was developed by Zhuo after studying the Great Wilderness Thunder Palm of our sect under the guidance of Mr. Wuyun of Chang'an. Please ask the Yang Family Master to help correct it."
Zhuo Zui spoke at the same time, his hands were not slow, and he shot out a series of chains, it was like the divine thunder from the sky, and it was like a divine punishment.
Yang Ting couldn't think of replying for a moment and resisted with all his strength. He was beaten to the point where he could only parry and had no ability to fight back.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy in Jin, spread out his family and country, and took in all the people from several nearby islands in one fell swoop.
At the same time, Zheng Tianfeng fell from the sky, as if flying from a sacred mountain, and then landed.
A small island kept shaking.
Zheng Tianfeng was like a giant spirit god, pushing the Western Zhou royal warriors across the island.