One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

The master moved very quickly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to Song Yun first, and slashed down with a knife in his hand.

The people around were all guards pretending to be identities, and at this moment they shot one after another, attacking from all directions.

Song Yun didn't make a move, and coughed lightly. The invisible energy protection was like an invisible iron wall.

As soon as the master slashed with the knife, his wrist almost broke before he touched anyone.

The body guard was pushed away horizontally, and dozens of guards felt as if they were hit head-on by a hill, and they flew upside down, lying down in a mess.

Seeing this, the rest of the hundred and ten people stopped abruptly, they were all shocked and did not dare to go forward.

"Wu Sheng, it's Wu Sheng! Quickly ask the venerables in the palace to act!" The master shouted while clutching his wrist.

"Enough!" There was a cold shout from the direction of the palace, "Everyone back away."

Hearing this voice, many people subconsciously shouted: "Emperor..."

The white figure flashed, and a young man in white robe suddenly appeared in front of Song Yun. He looked over quietly without saying a word.

Song Yun also looked at the other party curiously.

The two stood facing each other, but the guards around them were dumbfounded—how could this "spy from the south" look so similar to Baidi?

The appearance is completely different, but the temperament is very similar, and they are also white robes and long swords.

I don't think it's a big deal when I look at it alone, there are many people imitating Baidi's dress.

But when they stand together, they immediately show that they are all similar, which cannot be done by imitation.

The guards stopped yelling and looked at each other, wondering what the relationship between this man and Baidi was.

After a long time, the young man in white robe gently pulled the corners of his mouth, trying to squeeze out a stiff smile, as if he was not used to it, and immediately restored his stern expression, and whispered:
"Long time no see, brother."

"Brother?" Song Yun was a little surprised.

As soon as he saw this young man in white robe, he guessed the other party's identity.

He has the unique temperament of practicing the way of killing and cutting swords, and he is also the most powerful martial artist in the late stage of human immortality.

In this era, there is only one person who meets the requirements - Baidi.

Song Yun was certain that he had a relationship with Baidi, but he didn't expect that it was his brother.

But who is the master?
The Beiting veterans are Song Yun's half masters, but most of his cultivation comes from the system.

Who taught this Baidi's killing swordsmanship?

Here Baidi has already looked at the guards and ordered:
"Clearance."

"Today's matter, it is strictly forbidden to spread outside."

All the guards responded in unison: "Yes!"

Although it is still unclear who Song Yun is, but it does not affect the execution of the mission, they have removed their disguises and deployed defenses around the palace to prevent anyone from approaching.

Bai Di rushed to Song Yun and said:

"Come on, everyone has been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Yun nodded and walked towards the palace.

Just now the guard of the master said that this place is "the place where the emperor gathers".

Judging from what Baidi meant, he was also a member of the assembly.

Anxi is his home field, and he is not afraid of any accidents.

Stepping into the hall and looking around, this place is completely incomparable with the Daxia Palace, it is already considered simple.

But the lineup in the hall was beyond the reach of the Great Xia in its heyday.

Four supreme beings, two late human immortals, one mid human immortal, and one mid Yangshen. …

There are more than a dozen peak martial saints and ghost immortals standing behind them.

At this time, these strong men turned their heads in unison, and their eyes were all on Song Yun, some were curious, some were surprised.

Song Yun concealed his cultivation, and ordinary people couldn't tell the truth, but the four emperors sitting on the seat showed confusion.

The red-armored female warrior was the first to speak: "Song Xuan, why are you only a peak martial saint?"

"Falling? Or self-proclaimed?" The dragon-robed old man guessed.

"No." The middle-aged scholar is in the realm of Yangshen, with the strongest eyesight, and directly concluded: "You have reincarnated and recultivated!"

"What?" Everyone present was in an uproar.

The middle-aged scholar took out the bamboo slips, and photographed Song Yun, and the small characters on the bamboo slips danced.

"He's in his 20s now."

At this level, it is very easy to change the appearance, but tens of thousands of years and 20 years old are different after all, and the difference can still be seen in the eyes of experts.

Everyone looked closely and compared Song Yun with Baidi next to him.

Sure enough, on the surface they all looked like young men in white robes, but in reality they were quite different.

Hearing these speculations, Song Yun smiled and said nothing, which seemed to be acquiesced in the eyes of others.

"Reincarnated and rebuilt... thanks to Emperor Xuan, this courage is beyond my reach." The dragon-robed old man couldn't help admiring.

As long as Taoism is practiced to the level of ghosts and immortals, one can be reincarnated, which is nothing unusual.

The problem is, reincarnation means giving up the precious cultivation of martial arts and immortals!And tens of thousands of years of longevity!
If you fail in cultivation in the next life and do not become a fairy, then you have to continue to reincarnate and keep trying.

Once you don't even succeed in cultivating ghosts and immortals, it's all over.

Therefore, even if the strong people feel that their previous practice is flawed, they dare not easily overthrow it and start over.

Immediately, there were exclamations in the palace one after another.

Everyone looked at Song Yun with complicated eyes, envy mixed with jealousy.

Looking at Emperor Xuan's current state, he will break through to immortality in his 20s, and the "reincarnation and reconstruction" is undoubtedly a success.

The theory of reincarnation can explain a lot of things, Song Yun deliberately misunderstood everyone, and at the same time sent a voice transmission to Baidi:

"I have forgotten many things, who are these people?"

After accepting the theory of "reincarnation", Baidi didn't find it strange, so he introduced the three people in the seat one by one.

The old man in the dragon robe is Huangdi Xuanwu, who has the support of 36 tribes in the north and is the most influential leader in the north.

The red-armored female cultivator is the Red Emperor Qinghuang, the leader jointly elected by the 22 tribes in the Northeast.

The middle-aged scholar is the Qing Emperor Taizhu, the master of Qishan Taoist Palace, and the leader recommended by all Taoist practitioners in the north.

Baidi originally planned to introduce so much, but he heard Song Yun ask again:

"What about me? Who am I?"

Now Baidi was not calm anymore.

If Song Yun's aura wasn't exactly the same as it was tens of thousands of years ago, he would have wondered if someone had come to replace him.

"How much have you forgotten? What do you remember?"

Song Yun said with a smile: "Basically I forgot all about it, I just remembered that Anxi is my territory, so I came here."

"……All right."

Baidi took a deep breath, and continued to transmit the voice: "Your name is Song Xuan, one of the leaders of the human race 6 years ago, known by the world as Emperor Xuan."

"My name is Yin Han, known as Baidi, and I am also your younger brother, controlling 21 tribes in the northwest."

"Are you my junior brother? Then who is our master?" Song Yun asked the question he was most concerned about.

"...There is no master, you are accepting apprentices on behalf of the master."

"No wonder." Song Yun nodded, which can explain it.

Looking around at the people in the hall, the Qing Emperor, the Red Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor all nodded their heads, their attitudes were not considered friendly, but they were not considered hostile, and seemed a little distant.

This is a normal phenomenon. No one can figure out the situation when an old friend who has not seen for tens of thousands of years returns suddenly.