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Chapter 169 Battle of the Grandmasters
On the battlefield, the horn sounded again, and a new round of attack was launched again.

Countless Jingying soldiers flocked to Bailianzong again like a tide.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sound of shouting and killing.

"Master, the disciples are almost unstoppable."

On the city wall, Gu Yuan said with a heavy face.

Xin Yuanchen looked up at the Bailianzong disciples who were fighting around, and said, "Go and help them, you are not needed here."

Gu Yuan glanced at the six old men behind Xin Yuanchen, and nodded slightly.

In terms of the number of masters, the Hundred Refining Sect is far superior to the royal family, but in terms of the number of troops, the Hundred Refining Sect is far inferior to the imperial court, so it is only natural to use the Grandmasters to make up for the gap in the army.

"Fifth Junior Brother and Seventh Junior Brother, you go to the East Gate, and Fourth Junior Brother and I go to the West Gate." Gu Yuan arranged.

Then he frowned and said, "By the way, where did Second Junior Brother go?"

He suddenly found that Ji Ming was not here.

"I didn't see Second Senior Brother." Lu Mo said.

Shen Ying's heart moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

He has been observing Ji Ming for the past few days, but unfortunately he has not gained anything. Whether it is appearance, voice, habits, etc., he is exactly the same as Ji Ming before.
He is still not sure whether this Ji Ming is real or not.

Gu Yuan frowned and said, "Leave him alone, let's go."

With that said, he walked west along the city wall.

After they left, Xin Yuanchen looked up at the figure in the distance of the battlefield.

"Zheng Qingsong is a rare emperor, what a pity."

"It's up to you to do it."

Six old men came out behind him, stepping out of the city gate tower, and the mighty power burst out suddenly.

The six late master masters exuded a strong power, mighty and mighty, sweeping the entire battlefield like a gust of wind.

Suddenly, the soldiers and warriors who were still fighting below felt a chill.

Immediately afterwards, a golden sound sounded, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp who were attacking the city receded like a tide.

In the distance, among the army.

Yu Zhaobo looked at the six figures in the midair, and a gleam flashed in his wise eyes.

"Are there only six? It seems that the task has been completed." He whispered.

Beside him, a general in battle armor shook his head and said, "It's not enough, Patriarch Yu, we have to hold back other grandmasters."

Yu Zhaobo nodded slightly.

"Decree to intensify the attack on the west gate and east gate. Leave the south gate to His Majesty."

the other side.

The three Zheng Ziming brothers couldn't help smiling when they saw the elder of Bailianzong who had fallen on the battlefield.

"Six against six, it seems okay." Zheng Ziming smiled gently.

The three brothers plus Wang Shouming made exactly six of them.

However, Wang Shouming shook his head and said, "Nan Xin is only at the early stage of the master, so it's better not to play."

Ye Nanxin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face was a little ugly.

But he did not object.

These previous elders of Bailianzong are all old antiques who have lived for hundreds of years, and their strength is unfathomable.

Take out one at random, he is not an opponent.

"Leave the two oldest ones to me." Ximen Chuuxue said.

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Although they all felt that Ximen Chuuxue was very strong, they didn't think that Ximen Chuuxue could defeat the two oldest ones.

Under the master, the older the body, the weaker the body, and the cultivation level will also decline.

But above the master, it's just the opposite, the older you get, the stronger you get.

As long as they haven't completely died of old age, the stronger the true energy in their bodies, the stronger the condensed momentum.

The two oldest people are the elders of the previous generation of Bailianzong. They have lived for more than 150 years, and they have almost reached the end of the life of the master.

"Little friend Ximen, now is not the time to ask for help. If it doesn't work, I can hold the two of you back." Wang Shouming persuaded.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him calmly, and said, "Your strength is not as good as mine."

Wang Shouming shuddered.

Although this is the truth, it will embarrass the old man if you say it like this.

Ximen Chuuxue ignored the embarrassed Wang Shouming, but stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the opposite side.

He was going to kill people, to kill two masters at the peak.

There was a strange light in his usual indifferent eyes, as if in his eyes, this was a sacred thing.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but look at him.

His figure in white clothes like snow slowly walked across the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field and blood flowed like rivers.

"This little friend Ximen is stronger than you?" Zheng Zimu asked strangely.

Wang Shouming looked at Ximen Chuuxue's back and nodded.

"He is the strongest swordsman this old man has ever seen."

Since then.

The four also stepped onto the battlefield.

Whether Ximen Chuuxue is strong or not will soon be known.

At this time, all the soldiers on the battlefield have already retreated, leaving only a mess of corpses.

Eleven grandmasters stood facing each other, with a heavy aura weighing on everyone's hearts.

"One of you is missing? Does anyone want a pair of two?"

An old man from Bailianzong said.

Wang Shouming and the others looked at Ximen Chuuxue.

And Ximen Chuuxue looked at the two oldest ones on the opposite side, showing fiery eyes, which was a kind of fiery pursuit of kendo.

"Since Xiaoyou Ximen wants a one-on-two, we will grant him, haha~~" Wang Shouming laughed.

The whole person is dazzling.

He came with his hands behind his back, his whole body was agitated, and the Confucian shirt on his body was rattling.

Take one step.

The awe-inspiring spirit burst out majesticly.

"Jing Yuancheng, you will be my opponent."

He looked at an old man opposite and said.

"Confucian Haoran, hehe, that's fine." The old man was smiling, his sunken eyes gleaming.

For practitioners, fighting is the most beautiful thing, and the moment of defeating the opponent is the most brilliant and brilliant.

The two looked at each other, slowly left the center, and fought together not far away.

Wang Shouming hung in the air, above his thin body, bursting out with a majestic aura.

The mouth is like a river, and the tongue is full of lotus flowers.

The majestic aura vibrates in the sky.

"The poem says: Cranes crow in Jiugao, and their sound is heard in the sky. Fish lie in the Zhu, or hide in the abyss. In the garden of Lebi, there are sandalwood trees, and there are scorpions under it. The stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade..."

The mighty voice overwhelms everything.

Faintly, there was a crane chirping, clear and high-spirited.

There are swimming fish diving deep in the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

There are sandalwood trees rising from the ground, covering the sky and the sun.

Some rocks rolled down to the ground, shaking the surrounding fields.

At the same time, the three Zheng Ziming brothers also fought with their respective opponents.

For a time, the battlefield was full of mighty power.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at the two people in front of him, and said slowly: "Let me see your swordsmanship."

"Young man, you are too arrogant." said the old man.

Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Ximen Chuuxue's one-on-two.

Ximen Chuuxue held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said: "At this moment, I only want a battle, a battle of life and death. If you are only one person, I can't let me feel the breath of death."

It was rare for him to say such a long sentence, not for anything else, just to persuade the two of them to go all out.

The two old men frowned when they heard the words, they are old seniors anyway, even if they are enemies, they can't bully the less with more.

"Let this old man try your kendo first." said one of the old men with purple complexion.

He stepped forward and drew the long sword from his waist.

The sword body is green, like a green bamboo, shining with green light, exuding a fresh and agile breath.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were as sharp as a sword's edge, and he nodded slightly as he looked at the sword in his hand.

He has changed his mind.

Since you can't persuade them, force them to join forces.

Clang!
The black scabbard sword was unsheathed.

The overwhelming murderous and sword energy suddenly erupted.

The purple-faced old man stared at Ximen Chuuxue, paying attention to his every subtle movement.

When swordsmen fight, there is no majestic momentum, no gorgeous moves, only a sharp sword.

If you are not careful, you will lose the battle and even lose your life.

The long sword stabbed out, with a pale blade.

The purple-red-faced old man looked at the bright sword tip, his vicissitudes of eyes suddenly shrank.

The rickety body suddenly straightened, straight as a sword.

The emerald green bamboo sword flew out with a rapid whistling sound.

In the blink of an eye, the two swords collided.

Ding!
A crisp sound.

The invisible sword light shot out in all directions, like arrows hitting the ground, leaving a series of sword marks.

Since then.

The two drew back.

Ximen Chuuxue held his sword and pointed directly at the opponent, with an indifferent expression.

The old man's face turned even redder.

He looked at Ximen Chuuxue in surprise.

"No wonder you dare to challenge the two of us, that's why."

He has already felt the power of Ximen Fuxue, the power of the ultimate sword.

"There is a junior like you in the world, I really don't want to be reconciled."

He said in a low voice.

"Let's go together." Ximen Chuixue said.

The two old men looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Apparently they already understood that Ximen Fuxue would never be dealt with without joining forces.

At this moment, they have let go of the dignity that belongs to the old predecessors.

After all, they are on the battlefield, not competing.

……

Zheng Qingsong stared at the front, and there was only one person in his eyes, and that was Xin Yuanchen.

The world suddenly became depressed.

A majestic aura filled the air, full of domineering and powerful.

The dragon robe on Zheng Qingsong's body buzzed, and the dragon's aura was billowing around his body.

Twisting his neck a little, he clenched his fists tightly, feeling the majestic power in his body.

Stepping on the void, floating up, step by step, like an invisible ladder.

"Xin Yuanchen, come out and die!"

Boom~~
The sound is like a thunderstorm, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and the majestic breath stirs the wind and clouds.

On the city floor.

Xin Yuanchen looked up at Zheng Qingsong who was soaring up, and there was a cold killing intent in his vicissitudes of life.

After that, his figure turned into a white light and shot out.

In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Zheng Qingsong.

The two were ten feet apart, looking at each other.

"The Dali Dynasty should also come to an end," Xin Yuanchen said.

"No, the Hundred Refining Sect should be destroyed." Zheng Qingsong said.

Xin Yuanchen smiled warmly and said, "Do you think that after transforming into a dragon, you are the old man's opponent?"

"You may not know that the so-called Emperor's Transformation Dragon Art was given to you by this old man."

He looked at Zheng Qingsong with cold eyes.

Zheng Qingsong planned for decades to overthrow Bailianzong, and he also prepared for decades to change the dynasty.

The Bailianzong has been passed down for nearly a thousand years, but it has gone through three dynasties. It's not that they don't want to continue from the beginning to the end, but reality doesn't allow it.

No emperor is willing to be under others, and no royal family is willing to submit to the sect.

As long as there is a chance, the emperor wants to break through the shackles of the sect.

Just like Zheng Qingsong.

Ever since Zheng Qingsong ascended the throne, he knew that the Dali Dynasty would end in Zheng Qingsong's hands.

Because Zheng Qingsong is the most ambitious and ruthless emperor in the 500 years of the Dali Dynasty.

Ambition will make him even more unwilling to be ridden by Bailianzong, and ruthlessness will make him willing to give up everything.

So 30 years ago, he delivered the Hualongjue to Zheng Qingsong.

He gave Zheng Qingsong a chance to become stronger, and at the same time let Zheng Qingsong eliminate the barrier of the luck of the people to the royal family.

He knows that Taoist Yuyang arranged 72 Earth Demon Spirit Gathering Arrays.

Zheng Qingsong practiced Dragon Transformation Art, he naturally knew better.

It is precisely because he did not stop that Zheng Qingsong was able to succeed.

He is also waiting for this day.

(End of this chapter)