Thirty thousand Wushuang City elites are marching.
Although the Ming Dynasty wiped out the barbarians, flattened the Tatars, and destroyed the Tatars, the grasslands were vast and the resources were poor, so it was impossible to send troops to garrison them all the time.
Therefore, for Wushuang City, the current situation makes it easier to expand.
If there is no world to control business, Wushuang City's income will gradually decrease, and it will gradually suffer from nothing...
Therefore, as the four major forces, the Wentian Alliance in the East China Sea, the God of War in the Southern Xinjiang, and Wushuang City can be on equal terms with them, but Tianxia will be their sworn enemy.
"Now the Tianxiahui is internally unstable. As long as the Xiongba is killed, the three halls will inevitably fall apart!"
"The key is how to force Xiongba to fight. After all, he is now the martial arts uncle of the imperial court and is colluding with Jin Yiwei. What should we do if we ignore the uncle's challenge?"
Dugu Ming sat upright on the horse, looking deep in thought.
With the sword master taking action, victory is certain.
But now and then, if Xiongba is a pure martial arts person, it is impossible to ignore the sword master's challenge unless he is willing to lose his reputation.
But now that he has been knighted, holds great power in the court, and is implicitly the leader of military commanders in meritorious service. Even the civil servants have to use force to fight force, and use the power of the world to deal with him. If he should not do it at all, what can Sword Master Dugu do to him?
"I thought the imperial court was just a decoration, but I didn't expect that in less than two years, it would truly dominate the world! After the Tumu Fortress incident, the emperor of tomorrow is really a completely different person. If this continues, I'm afraid even we will
It's disgusting to listen to him!"
Dugu Ming's eyes flashed with reluctance, and suddenly a scout rode up from the front: "Young City Lord, we intercepted three people in front of us. One of them said that he is the shopkeeper of Longmen Inn, please don't kill us..."
"Yeah?"
Dugu Ming looked at Shunzi, the man who had gained trust and had become his personal attendant.
Shunzi immediately said: "If it is true that Heizi is the shopkeeper, he has a copper pen and is very capable, and he can work for the young city lord!"
"In that case, bring him here!"
Dugu Ming nodded.
Although the Longmen Inn is a black shop, it has been passed down for several generations at the junction of the Northern Plains and the Western Regions. The shopkeepers inside are not ordinary people. Wushuang City can grow and prosper by attracting all kinds of righteous people and capable people. Naturally, it will not fail.
will refuse.
Not long after, thirty scouts and three men in cloaks came to the army.
The first person showed his true face, but he was a middle-aged man with a round face and a rich appearance. Dugu Ming nodded and recognized the shopkeeper of Longmen Inn, but then looked at the other two people with scrutiny.
The two men took off their cloaks. One was a scribe with a sick face, looking harmless, while the other had a dirty face and his head was slightly lowered.
"Young City Master, these two are relatives and friends of the villain. They want to beg for food in Wushuang City."
Shopkeeper Heizi put a smile on his weathered face, nodded and bowed.
"Take it down!"
Dugu Ming waved his hand. He didn't take this trivial matter to his heart.
"Wait a minute! Young man, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"
However, when he saw that the three of them were about to be taken to the rear of the large army, Shiwu Zun, who had the most profound skills and a long tradition, felt a strange aura. He raised his brows and looked at the ordinary young man with shining eyes.
The young man remained silent, but the scribe bowed his hand: "Master, my young master practices martial arts passed down from his family, and his aura is a little strange!"
"A little strange? I'm afraid not!"
Shiwu Zun looked at it and suddenly slapped his palm: "Let this poor monk see it!"
This is the tyranny of the big forces. Not to mention that Shi Wu Zun is the protector of Wushuang City and has a high status. No ordinary sect would dare to provoke anyone from the four major forces. In the past, even the imperial court was unwilling to be hostile.
Facing this powerful palm of Bodhidharma that enveloped all directions, the shopkeeper Heizi changed his color, and the sickly-looking scribe flashed his body as he was about to stop him. A misty cloud suddenly appeared around the young man.
"Pailing Cloud Palm? No! This kind of aura is far superior to that of Pai Yun Palm!"
Shi Wuzun's face was shocked, because his palm, which was so powerful that he struck it from the air, was completely empty and had no effect.
But this only aroused his fighting spirit. He stood up and pressed down with five fingers. In an instant, a bright light burst out. Behind him sat a statue of Bodhidharma. Before the majestic and awe-inspiring palm could reach, it could be seen even ten miles away.
The dull loud noise that was heard burst out.
Shopkeeper Heizi suddenly turned pale, feeling that countless energies were connected together, and a huge pressure filled the air, crushing him in waves.
This is just the aftermath. The young man in the palm of Bodhidharma is facing a huge crisis.
"Master, why bother pushing me so hard?"
The young man finally spoke, his voice was low, and his figure was floating in the swirling clouds and smoke, like a mirage, the phantom dissipated.
Not only that, along with his voice, clouds floated above the grassland, hanging upside down in the shape of a funnel. While dissolving the palm power, they also turned into countless tiny particles, like the hidden weapon of the goddess scattering flowers, and counterattacked against Shiwu Zun pervasively.
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In the blink of an eye, the two of them passed dozens of moves.
"What amazing martial arts!"
Shi Wu Zun showed shock.
He is also a top-notch master in the world. With the two major inheritances of Shaolin and Wushuang City, even the tyrants are capable of fighting. Facing this young man with low aura and little-known reputation, he can't defeat him?
Nothing surprising.
In the world of low martial arts, Linghu Chong, with no internal strength at all, moved around the world purely with the skills of Dugu Nine Swords and defeated the enemies.
In today's world of high martial arts, with the rules of heaven and earth of the Hun Tian Baojian, it is natural for the weak to fight against the strong and create miracles!
It's a long story. As the two of them fought, the white smoke spread rapidly, covering a hundred feet in radius.
The smoke like clouds and mist blocked the exploration of the true energy. The disciples in Wushuang City only felt that their eyes were blurred, and they were actually in a situation where they could not see with their eyes and couldn't smell with their noses. They couldn't help but become confused for a while.
"How brave!"
Dugu Ming's color suddenly changed, and just as he was about to take action, from a sedan behind the army, two dry fingers suddenly stretched out and pointed straight.
call!
Without any preparation, without any change, a touch of sword energy just flew straight to the ground.
Whoosh!
The white clouds broke through, crisp and clear.
Simple, direct, focused and powerful.
Holy Spirit Sword Technique! Sword One!
With one strike of the sword, the clouds cleared and the sky became bright again, and everyone's hearts were at peace.
There is a swordsman like this who can hold the sea-fixing needle even if the sky collapses and the earth collapses.
"Huntian Baojian! I didn't expect that when I was about to die, I would still be able to see this magical skill of the emperor!"
The curtain was opened, and a white-haired old man with a square face but withered body and soul floated out. He looked at the young man who had broken through the clouds and reappeared in figure: "Who are you?"
"Why does this person's appearance look a bit like..."
Even the Sword Master was alarmed. Dugu Ming, in a state of shock and anger, carefully looked at the young man's dirty face. His eyes suddenly froze, and an unbelievable thought emerged.
The next moment, he also spoke, his trembling voice unable to suppress the ecstasy: