Everyone is seizing the time, Xu Zhi, Wang Zhongwang, Gu Changying and Shang Wenwu are working hard to improve their strength.
Farther away, countless intelligence officers are comprehensively analyzing the strength of the Ying Kingdom's candidates for death battles every moment. Each clear analysis can give the cultivators of their country a chance to survive.
Master cultivators are not Chinese cabbage. They are very important in Ying State and are also very important in Dongyue.
Especially practitioners like Shang Wenwu, Gu Changying, and Xia Xinhong who have excellent records.
"Shang Wenwu is a high-level master practitioner. He is one hundred and thirteen years old. He has been recruited sixty-seven times and has never refused. He has a strong desire to kill and has a very high mission completion rate."
"Gu Changying, a high-level master practitioner, is forty-six years old, has been recruited nine times, has never been rejected, has a stable temperament, and has a high degree of completion of tasks."
"Xia Xinhong, a high-level master practitioner, is forty-one years old, has been recruited six times, has never been refused, is decisive in killing, and has an excellent mission completion rate."
In distant Kyoto, an old man held the paper in his hand and recited silently.
"Dongyue prospered, declined, rose, and came to an end. Until now, we are only left to survive. Even Yingguo dared to challenge us."
"Your Majesty, the rise and fall of dynasties has been inevitable for thousands of years. Even we cannot stop it."
Beside the old man, a middle-aged scribe shook his head and sighed.
"The general trend of the world has been settled for a long time. The family no longer blooms like before. The family declines, and our country's power also slowly declines. This is inevitable. Human nature is like this. No one can avoid it. The neighboring country, these thousands of
Years, more than just the replacement of three or four dynasties."
"Xiliu, Nan'ao, and Northern Xinjiang are all newly built countries. The morale of the country is at its sharpest moment, but our edge has long since disappeared. If there was not still some blood left, Dongyue would have died long ago.
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"The only thing we can still be proud of is that the people can still have a bite of food, and the technology is not bad and can keep up with this era."
Among the middle-aged scribes, he was the only one who dared to tell the truth in front of the old man.
"Wang Dong, these three people are very bloody. Let me do your best and give them the most detailed information. When the time comes, let Huang Putu accompany them."
"Your Majesty, Grandmaster Situ and Grandmaster Yan are traveling eastward to the Kingdom of Ying. If Grandmaster Huangputu does not stay here, will your safety be in danger?"
"I'm in Kyoto, and I want to see who among these countries dares to come and kill me, and who can kill me."
The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes gnashing his teeth, extremely angry.
"Let's see if they have any need for elixirs. Dongyue's treasury is not full, and medicines for some master practitioners can still be supplied at any time. Some families are about to bleed. Their arms are turned outwards, and knives often stab their own people.
What's the matter? Let the Supervision Department investigate it carefully."
"Those two kids are very talented. I heard they were the ones who killed those two Yingguo master practitioners. That's good."
"All the demands they can make now can be met. If they die in battle, they will be buried with the same status as master practitioners and martyrs."
"Yingguo has to pay a price."
Any hatred gathers little by little, until it becomes too big to be contained, and then explodes.
There are too many people snooping on this thousand-year-old empire, trying to kick it down and gain some benefits.
Situ Xuankong marched with his sword, Yan Xingxia raised his sword to fight, Dongyue had many gentle and weak characters, but those who had not lost their blood have never been cut off.
And the greatest hope is the new generation coming year after year. Each generation is different, and only each generation has hope.
Yingguo.
Compared with the official silence of Dongyue, most people in Ying Kingdom almost knew the information that Yihu and Yibao died in Dongyue.
They want revenge.
In the deadly battle in the arena, the very famous master swordsman practitioners and master swordsman practitioners in Ying Kingdom were dispatched.
Hoshino Makoto, nicknamed Evil Sword, has weird moves. In the masters competition in Yingguo, he has eighty-six wins and three defeats. His lethality is at the top level of the front-end.
Tsuda Sakawa is a master of swordsmanship and is good at fast swords. He also has a record of seventy-two wins, two draws and four defeats in the masters competition.
These two people almost represent the highest level of master cultivators in the Ying Kingdom. Not only are Hoshino Makoto and Tsuda Shahawa confident in defeating Dongyue's two less famous master cultivators, but the general public is also sure that Master
Fight to the death and win.
When it comes to choosing a more powerful master cultivator, it is difficult for the people of Ying country to make a conclusion. The cultivator who can defeat the two people will either retire, die, or have already become a master.
Among the master practitioners, these two are the pride of Ying country.
Regarding Hengshan Xiaoyou, the people of Ying country believed that this was a disaster from heaven. For a family with two masters, if nothing unexpected happened, Hengshan Xiaoyou's future would be bright.
Now, just because of Dongyue, Yihu and Yibao died, Hengshan Xiaoyu almost became an orphan, and his back bone was broken, and it is difficult to repair it. If Hengshan Xiaoyou does not take revenge now, he will never have a chance in the future.
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In the publicity, Hengshan Xiaoyou became a tragic child, and the Hengshan family received tens of thousands of donations.
There was a huge crowd, and everyone attacked Dongyue.
Some Dongyue people who were doing business in Yingguo had their shops smashed, their vehicles burned, and some were even beaten.
The officials of Ying State were very connivant of these situations, and adopted delaying, slow treatment, and even a harsh tone towards the Dongyue people's reports.
Even though Dongyue officials condemned it, they remained indifferent.
"Juzi Bunyi, you old thing, don't run away."
"Situ Xuankong, you are crazy. You came all the way to chase me and chop me. I...Made."
In the northern mountains of Yingguo, two gray rays of light are constantly flying, figures are spinning like the wind, and one or two subtle knocking sounds are heard in the air from time to time.
The chase has been going on all night. A great master who is full of energy wants to run away, but few people can stop him. Besides, the Ying people are best at hiding, running, and all kinds of weird techniques.
Situ Xuankong finally angrily struck Beiyuan Mountain with his sword. The sword light flashed and he saw the mountain top slowly tilting and finally collapsed.
"Dongyue, he's not dead yet."
His big sleeves danced in the wind and floated away.
"When you die, Dongyue will be about the same. Anyway, I can survive better than you."
In the air, Juzi Wenyi hummed, and then he coughed again. Obviously, escaping from Situ Xuankong's sword was not an easy task.
If it weren't for Situ Xuankong's age and limited physical strength, and he could only chase him for one day, Ju Ziwen felt that he might not be able to survive.
"Concession"
In the daimyo's house, Yan Xingxia stood with a sword in his hand. Opposite him, Yagyu Sogen, dressed in blue, was covered in blood. One of his arms was tilted, hanging limply toward the ground.
"Yan Xuankong, you are indeed extraordinary."
Sogen Yagyu squinted his eyes, and his eyes were filled with cold light. In terms of head-on confrontation, he was indeed not as good as Yan Xingxia. He only had a few hundred moves, and he had lost one of his arms. But for him, if he didn't want to fight, no one would do it.
Want to stop him from leaving.
"This arm is my response. I wonder if you are satisfied with it."
Sogen Yagyu knew about the death match between the two masters, but now that the other countries were taking the lead, they had no choice but to rush forward.
Originally a problem that could be solved through some diplomatic means, now it is getting bigger and bigger and is out of control.
"Control your disciples and disciples, otherwise it won't be as simple as just one arm next time."
Yan Xuankong stepped on it with both feet and flew away like an arc of light without looking back.
Sogen Yagyu stayed there for a moment, ripped off his crippled arm, and threw it away. He stretched out his hand, and a new arm grew out.
On the ground, there was a tattered wooden hand with numerous cracks.
"Liu Xi, Nan'ao, Northern Xinjiang, drive away wolves and devour tigers, huh, it's not so easy to take advantage of the benefits of our country."
He stepped on it and crushed the wooden hand to pieces.