"From now on, the four major forces in the martial arts world will never meet again!"
As he watched the large group of people rush into the mountain silently, Duanlang's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
He has a deep hatred for Xiongba.
Ten years ago, Duanlang and Nie Feng were brought to the Tianxiahui. However, because Nie Feng had the word "wind" in his name, he was immediately accepted as a disciple by Xiongba, while Duanlang became a horse-raising servant.
You must know that their fathers were both first-class swordsmen in Nanlin Beiyin and enjoyed a great reputation. He should not be ignored like this.
No different than Juexin, Duanlang was still pure and progressive in nature when he was a child. He wanted to use his performance to gain access to the Xiongba Dharma Eye, become the fourth disciple, learn his skills, return to Lingyun Cave, and avenge his father.
As a result, Xiongba trampled his dignity into the dirt, Duanlang rebelled against Tianxiahui, threw himself into Wushuang City, and now he finally takes revenge!
"It's a pity that the mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole is behind, and Wushuang City is finished..."
"Overnight, the two major forces in the martial arts fell from the altar. What a terrible method!"
But Wushuang City, which had taken Duanlang in, didn't end well either. At this time, his tone was pitiful, but there was no regret in his eyes.
He has long been unsatisfied in Wushuang City.
Dugu Ming did not reuse him, but treated him like a housekeeper.
The racecourse boy and the personal butler are all servants!
Because Wushuang City is inherited by aristocratic families, even Shi Wuzun, who worshiped in Shaolin, grew up in Wushuang City.
They only recognize the loyalty passed down from generation to generation, and those who come from outside can naturally only start as slaves. After a few generations, they will become the real Wushuang City.
But he Duanlang, the son of Nanlin Swordshead, is not meant to be a servant for others!
So in the prosperous age of orthodoxy, when the Ming Dynasty was at its peak, Duanlang began to contact Jin Yiwei.
He never thought about betraying Wushuang City at first, he just wanted to leave a way out for himself.
Xiongba can pass the title of Conglong and be granted the title of martial arts master. Why can't he join the Jinyiwei, become the commander of hundreds of households, thousands of households, and even honor the ancestors?
With this idea in mind, Jin Yiwei's secret letter came into his hands three days ago. When he went out at night, he met Shi Yuanliang.
Duan Lang especially remembered Shi Yuanliang's aloof face as he sat on the horse: "I heard that your father, Nanlin Sword Head Duan Shuai, fell into Lingyun Cave ten years ago?"
"How do you know that my father...wait! fell?"
This greeting made Duanlang feel incredible, and then he was startled and overjoyed: "What do you mean, sir, my father is not dead yet?"
Shi Yuanliang looked down at him.
Duanlang's expression changed, and he knelt down: "Please let me know the whereabouts of my father. Lang is willing to go forward and back, and I will obey your orders!"
Shi Yuanliang hummed, but changed the topic: "Do you know that Wushuang City has been destroyed by Nie Feng and occupied by Qin Shuang?"
"How is that possible!"
Duan Lang suddenly raised his head and took a breath of cold air.
If this is true, then the best outcome for Wushuang City and Tianxiahui is that both sides will suffer losses. If they are not careful, they will be removed from the world.
"These people in the imperial court are indeed very cunning. Even the emperor in trouble must not be underestimated!"
However, Duan Lang had been disloyal for a long time, and it was obvious to all bystanders, but he quickly figured it out.
The false emperor who the world will dominate will naturally want to destroy him, and if Wushuang City is in its prime, the emperor will not be immune to its manipulation.
Only by hurting both sides, can we destroy the enemy and suppress our subordinates, thus killing two birds with one stone.
"It seems you understand!"
Shi Yuanliang looked at Duan Lang's twinkling eyes and laughed: "Now you can tell Dugu Ming that Wushuang City has been breached and ask him to quickly withdraw his troops and return reinforcements, or..."
The meaning of Shi Yuanliang's words was still lingering, but Duan Lang understood that he wanted him to completely betray Wushuang City and step on Wushuang City's corpse to ascend to power.
But what he finally made was exactly this choice: "Please give me your orders!"
"In three days, prepare thousands of sets of Wushuang City clothes. I know that you have bribed many people in the city, and they all have spare clothes."
Shi Yuanliang leaned over and patted Duan Lang on the shoulder: "Serving the emperor is a matter of course, otherwise the slaves of the three surnames will have a happy ending?"
"Young master, I hate others looking down on me the most in my life! Xiongba is like this! Dugu Ming is like this! You Jin Yiwei are like this too!"
Duan Lang lowered his eyelids to cover up his fierce murderous intent, just as he had endured before and lowered his head.
"Just wait! One day, I will impress you all! Then all of you will die!"
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So this day.
The Tianshan Plank Road is in flames.
Amidst the fierce shouts of killing, from time to time, the elites of Wushuang City of Tianxiahui could be seen falling from high altitudes, and their bodies were entangled before they died.
Tianshan is the headquarters of the Tianxiahui. After twenty years of hard work, Tianshan built this mountain range that was already easy to defend and difficult to attack into an impregnable city.
Just like Xiangyang's defense against the Mongols, under normal circumstances, Wushuang City's 100,000 elite troops, not to mention 300,000, would not be able to attack it by force.
The same is true for Wushuang City.
But how did Nie Feng and Qin Shuang break through Wushuang City?
One of the key points is the emptiness inside. Dugu Ming mobilized all the elites of Wushuang City.
Another key is "decapitation".
The leader of Wushuang City, Dugu Yifang, is a fake. He mainly prefers disguised assassination. His strength is much inferior to that of Shi Wu Zun. He does not have the magical skills of the leader of a big force. When facing Nie Feng, who has made rapid progress in martial arts, he is afraid.
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It's not because he's afraid of death, but because of his identity. Except for Dugu Ming and a few others, no one else in Wushuang City knows about him at all!
Sure enough, when Nie Feng killed "Dugu Yifang" and came out with his head, it was a devastating blow to the morale of Wushuang City.
Qin Shuang immediately struck while the iron was hot and used the elites of Tianshuang Hall to occupy the major thoroughfares, taking advantage of the terrain to kill all the resisting disciples, and finally captured the majestic city that had not changed hands for more than a thousand years in one fell swoop.
The situation in Tianxiahui is similar now.
Bu Jingyun already had a huge hatred against Xiong Ba for the annihilation of his family. He had tolerated it for more than ten years and then broke out in one fell swoop. Even though Xiong Ba was very capable and suppressed it quickly, the civil strife and fighting could not be stopped.
Then there is the impregnable city, where people are killing each other, and there is no one to defend it. The Tianxiahui's unparalleled crossbow is indestructible, destroying everything, how can it be invincible?
But in this inevitable battle, the casualties of Wushuang City's elite and ordinary disciples of the Tianxiahui were approaching rapidly.
Because the disciples of the Temple of War, dressed in the clothes of Wushuang City, started the Butian Pavilion assassination method taught by Shi Zhixuan.
Wushuang kills the world, God of War kills Wushuang, and the three parties just mow the grass all the way up to the three-point teaching field.
"Xiong Ba, suffer death!"
And when Dugu Ming, roaring wildly, rushed into the top of Tianshan Mountain, Xiong Ba tore off Bu Jingyun's left arm with his own hands, knocked it off the cliff with one palm, and breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the disciple disappearing into the vast mist:
"The serious trouble in my heart is finally gone!"