The strongest starting system

Chapter 1420 Lin'an Rebellion
When the Fourth Elder of the Hall of Souls mentioned Zhao Wushuang's name, his whole body burst into uncontrollable anger. That grandson was his favorite descendant. The halberd fell in his hand.

If he doesn't take this revenge, then he has practiced for hundreds of years in vain. This time when he comes back out of the arena, he must kill his enemies and avenge his blood hatred.

"Zhao Wushuang didn't come today, but how could he miss such an important occasion? We made preparations early to welcome his arrival."

When Emperor Song said this, the smile on his face was rather mysterious. It wasn't just the Fourth Elder of the Soul Palace who had a grudge against Zhao Wushuang. His hatred for Zhao Wushuang was probably no less than that of the Fourth Elder.

"Okay, since that's the case, then I will prepare a big gift for him. Even if the kid is a talented person, he will definitely not be our opponent, unless he has cultivated to the quasi-emperor realm." The fourth elder said coldly.

The three of them smiled, because they didn't think that Zhao Wushuang had the strength to fight against the net they set up.

"Since this is the case, let's start preparing, and the good show will be staged soon."

……

As night fell, the entire Lin'an City was still brightly lit and bustling. Even after experiencing the pain of changing owners, there were still millions of ordinary residents and warriors remaining in the city.

When it comes to such festive seasons, ordinary people don’t know the grievances and grievances between those wealthy families. They take out all kinds of lotus lanterns and run to the banks of the Zhou River that passes through the city, letting their wishes drift away with the waves. Walk.

Today, not only in the imperial city, distinguished guests came one after another, the entire Lin'an City also came to the festive season, the residents gathered spontaneously to celebrate, and the soldiers of the Song Dynasty did not stop it.

As soon as night fell, someone came to the street with a lantern. From the perspective of the back mountain, the entire Lin'an City was like a burning fireball, exuding a unique temperature.

"After eating and drinking well, everyone can go to invite the moon to enjoy the lanterns. There are many beautiful scenery in Lin'an City, you can go to play, and the waists of Lin'an women are the softest, ranking first in the entire Zhongzhou. Everyone can go and verify this statement for themselves.”

The person who made the joke was the Prime Minister of the Great Song Empire. After hearing his words, many men around him laughed.

The female representatives of some powers smiled slightly to cover up their embarrassment.

In any case, after the banquet, there is always a bustling and lively scene. Everyone plays with each other, and it seems that they are about to spend a wonderful night.

Qin Bingwu took the people back to the inn, neither stayed at the banquet, nor entered the city to play. The tavern they were in was near the west gate of Lin'an City, so they could retreat or defend.

A sensible person certainly knows what the people of Daqin are guarding against.

Lin'an City was a bustling scene, and several figures melted into the darkness were rushing towards the west gate of Lin'an. They were silent but vigorous, forming a gathered encirclement as they moved randomly.

The danger was getting closer and closer. Qin Bingwu sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind. He opened his eyes suddenly and shot out a beam of light. His sleeves were windless, and scattered out. Little silver rays of light pierced through the roof and windows. Let it out.

After a while, I heard the sound of something hitting the ground.

"It's just a small skill, and you dare to use an ax in front of the old man, you can't control yourself." Qin Bingwu snorted coldly, and his whole body went up from the gap in the roof, and the price of living in other wing rooms also jumped up.

Among them were several saints who were at the eighth or ninth level. They came out of other rooms and immediately entered a state of alert.

"I didn't expect that your vigilance is not bad, you can check our whereabouts in advance, but what's the use of that? After all, you still can't escape our palms."

The words of the leading man in black were full of strong sarcasm.

"Who are you?" A military general whose strength was at the peak of the Nine Heavens stood up. He was wearing bright silver armor and was extremely heroic, holding two double-branched swords.

This general is called Wang Li, and he is one of the most valiant generals under the command of the Great Qin Emperor.

The old man in black didn't even look at him, but looked straight at Qin Bingwu.

"I've heard for a long time that there is a powerful uncle enshrined in the palace of the Great Qin Kingdom, why don't we have a sparring today?" the old man in black asked with a smile on his face.

Qin Bingwu was a little puzzled, he seemed to have never seen this person in front of him, and his aura was extremely strange.

All of a sudden, Qin Bingwu seemed to remember something, and his face darkened a little bit, and soon became expressionless.

"You are from the Soul Palace." Qin Bingwu said.

"Since I've already guessed it, there's nothing else to say." The old man in black took off the wide hat covering his head, revealing his thin face.

"Uncle Qinhuang, we met again, do you still remember the scar on my right cheek?"

The Fourth Elder of the Hall of Souls pointed to the scar on his right face, starting from the top of the right ear and extending to the lower jaw, like a centipede crawling on his face, with a hideous face.

Qin Bingwu's pupils shrank slightly, as if thinking of something.

"200 years ago, you and I met outside the restricted area of ​​life. At that time, you were in charge of the power of an empire. Of course I was not your opponent, but I left such an indelible scar on my face. I have to thank you very much."

The fourth elder's tone was very vicious, and he wished he could swallow Qin Bingwu alive.

Qin Bingwu's expression was calm, but he said: "You soul halls do all kinds of evil. I did this to do justice for the heavens. I stopped you back then because you could reflect on yourself and repent in the future. I didn't expect 200 Years have passed and it is still evil to the bone.”

Qin Bingwu's tone was slightly disappointed.

"What do I want to do has nothing to do with you, Qin Bingwu, I will make you pay in blood today! Suffer death."

The four elders of the Soul Palace launched an attack brazenly, and his five fingers brought up several phantoms, directly blocking the surrounding space, building a cage, and trapping Qin Bingwu in it.

Facing the overwhelming black shadows, Qin Bingwu remained calm in the face of danger, and a faint white light appeared around his body, which was a sign of the strength of the body.

"Since you are looking for death, you will still be able to defeat you after 200 years. You are still not my opponent now."

The Fourth Elder of Soul Hall sneered, his figure spun rapidly, and walked around Qin Bingwu, creating a whirlwind.

Qin Bingwu's palm had already condensed two groups of very bright white rays of light. He simply closed his eyes and used his powerful Yuanshen to perceive the location of the elder of the Soul Hall.

"Take your life! Today I want you to die."

(End of this chapter)