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At the same time, Dugu Yu finally came to the Korean border at sunset with his great strength. Before entering the city, he heard the sound of war drums and countless soldiers shouting and killing.

"Ha, I came at the right time."

On the other side of the battlefield, two warriors belonging to the great master were fighting, and the sword Qi and palm strength were flying, even if Dugu Yu didn't get close.

"Fu Cailin, Koryo doesn't need to stay. I'll solve you today."

Dugu Yu's eyes flashed to kill him, and then he stepped on the other side of the battlefield and shot away, blowing a huge wind all the way.

At the moment, Shi Long fights Fu Cailin alone, but his state is not good. After all, Fu Cailin, an old master, can do more than him.

"Hum, when the master arrives, this will be your burial place for Fu Cailin."

Fu Cailin's facial features are all shortcomings that no one wants to have. It's like being crowded together, which makes his forehead extremely high, his jaw is slender, and his outer pocket is a little cumbersome. His bent nose is unreasonably tall and huge, and his eyes and mouth are extremely small. If it weren't for his hair and temperament, he would definitely be a freak.

After hearing Shi Long's words, Fu Cailin smiled noncommittally and made a sword mark on his cheek look very ferocious: "even so, you'll go first."

After Fu Junpeng returned from the Central Plains, he fainted to the ground without speaking. Fu Cailin hurriedly came forward to check. Only as soon as his true Qi touched Fu Junpeng, he found that a sword Qi burst out of the other party's body.

That touch of sword breath had incomparable power and contained a palpitating breath. The sudden change almost made him almost unresponsive. At that moment, he forcibly turned his posture, but he was still rubbed across his cheek by the sword breath.

At this point, his face left a scar as ferocious as a centipede, which also buried a more terrible resentment in his heart.

As a great master, although he didn't care much about his appearance, he was ugly enough. With this scar, he almost didn't dare to see anyone.

"I'll kill you before the city Lord brings it. You won't be alone on the huangquan Road, because I will kill him."

Sen's cold words, Fu Cailin's long sword swung, and the cold sound of the sword echoed in the battlefield. At that moment, it seemed to cover up the shouting and killing of the soldiers and the neighing of horses around.

"Yi sword skill"

It's a changeable sword shadow. It's amazing to play swordsmanship. It can anticipate the enemy's first opportunity and then seek the flaw to kill him.

Shi Long frowned slightly. His fist contained endless cold. When he punched, the space seemed to be shaking: "hum, with you, the city Lord can crush you with one finger."

"Qiang"

The sword was light and cold. Fu Cailin of Tianshuang fist had seen it for a long time. In a moment, his sword momentum deflected. One step out and disappeared in place. The long sword in his hand was like a spirit snake spitting a message on the arm of Shi long.

"Well"

Shi Long gave a stuffy hum, shocked his Qi, blocked the sword Qi from the other party, and a huge wind crossed his feet and disappeared in front of Fu Cailin.

"The clouds are gloomy."

The strongest move of cloud expelling palm is that there is no water in the battlefield, but there is more terrible blood than water. In a moment, the blood of those Korean soldiers who are about to die on the ground is pulled out by the stone dragon.

With the dark clouds on the battlefield and his defeat to Fu Cailin, Shi Long's heart can be said to be extremely sad. This moment is the final move.

With only one palm, with a strong bloody palm strength, he hit Fu Cailin in the air.

"Hum, I have found the flaw in this move."

In the past few days, Fu Cailin's ability is why he didn't find the flaw of the other party. The long sword in his hand shook, and a touch of extremely concise sword burst out. In the next second, it directly penetrated the center of palm strength. The sword light shook like a drill bit, and the palm strength broke instantly.

"Dead"

The stone dragon's face was dignified. At the moment when the long sword was about to arrive, the whole body's Qi was boiling and transported between them: "three distracted fingers."

"Qiang"

"Bang"

It was like the sound of fighting with the golden dagger. Although Shi long would kill the other party if he blocked it, the other party's skill was too strong and directly beat him away.

"Long live the emperor."

"The emperor is invincible,"

The soldiers around will see the stone dragon flying and cheer again and again. They have spent days in a draw. At this moment, they have found strong self-confidence.

Shilong turned over to release the strength exerted by Fu Cailin, and his face flashed an unnatural flush, forcing him to suppress the churning Qi and blood in his body. At the moment, he couldn't spit out the blood, otherwise his morale would be even lower.

At the moment of Shi Long's injury, a vague figure appeared behind him, a palm was pressed behind him, and a gentle and vigorous real force came into his body.

"I'll leave it to me next. Shilong, go down and have a rest."

Shi Long's eyes brightened: "master, you're finally here."

With Dugu Yuzhen's help, Shi Long's blood calmed down slowly.

Dugu Yu smiled and patted Shi Long on the shoulder, then walked out slowly, staring at the man standing with the sword: "Fu Cailin, you are ready to die."

With a sweep of the palm, unmatched power washed out, and the roar aroused tens of feet of dust around. Those Korean soldiers died in this palm before they reacted.

"Gollum --!"

The cheering Korean soldiers unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slapped dozens of soldiers to death, and unconsciously stepped back under their feet.

With one move, Koryo, who had a high morale just now, was instantly depressed.

Fu Cailin's face was a little ugly. Dugu Yu put too much pressure on him. Looking at the retreating soldiers on his side, the sword edge turned and a cold sword spirit burst out towards Dugu Yu.

"Young man, you are arrogant enough. You just don't know your strength. Let me tell you how to respect your predecessors."

Dugu Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he flicked his fingers to blow the other party's sword Qi away. He took a wrong step to avoid Fu Cailin's sword edge. He raised his hand slowly and clapped it.

"Let you do three things."

Hearing the speech, Fu Cailin was angry. As a great master, who dares to speak like this: "die."

The sword edge sweeps across, and the fierce sword Qi sweeps in.

Dugu Yu didn't give in either. Holding his sword finger, Zhenli rushed across the edge of the sword and hit Fu Cailin with a clang: "ha, that's all. You let me down."

Fu Cailin glanced at Dugu Yu with an expressionless face. The sword power in his hand was not reduced. His sword skill paid attention to the second mover and the first mover. He expected the enemy to take the first opportunity, but he did not lack the method of attack.

"Kill!"

The two changing swords directly crossed the void, and they had been chopped on Dugu Yu for a moment.

"No."

There was no touch on the long sword. Looking at the scattered figure under the sword, it was the remnant of the other party left in place: No.

"After three moves, I'll take your life."

Indifferent words came from Fu Cailin's side and entered his brain. Then he only felt an extremely sharp breath stabbing at his forehead.

"Zi"

Between the lightning and flint, Fu Cailin deflected his head. The next second, a sword light rubbed his ear and flew out, taking away a scurry of blood.

Dugu Yu shook his head sadly and looked at Fu Cailin who covered his ears. A smile flashed across his mouth: "next move, I'll kill you."

Fu Cailin looked at Dugu Yu with lingering fear, and his eyes were very dignified: "what a strong cultivation, I'm afraid there are few opponents in the world."

Dugu Yu disdained his lips and didn't answer him. He was already in front of him in his disillusionment. He raised his hand and said, "you said you broke the cloud expelling palm, then take me for a try."

The huge pressure, with an unparalleled force, enveloped Fu Cailin in a moment.

"Repair will hurt my master."

But after hearing the three voices, they came, accompanied by three sword blades with a strong bloody smell.

"Huh?"

Dugu Yu's eyes were cold. Zhenli threw up and forced Fu Cailin back. He waved his palm back and clamped three long swords with his fingertips.

"If you want to die, I will help you."

The masters of the three long swords are Fu Cailin's three disciples, Fu Junxiang, Fu Junyu and Fu Junxiang. They have a strong smell of blood and are infected with countless bright red blood.

Dugu Yu's eyes were full of murders, and his true strength was slightly shocked. The three long swords at his fingertips broke instantly, and his arms shook. The broken swords flew towards the three people like bullets.

"No --!"

Fu Cailin's face changed greatly, and his body method reached the limit. For a moment, he was in front of the three women. He swept the long sword in his hand and only heard the sound of two golden daggers.

"Well"

"Ah"

He didn't block the last broken sword.

There was a hole in his heart, which was pierced by the broken sword thrown by Dugu Yu, but he couldn't stop the final blow. The broken sword pierced his heart and nailed it directly to one of the women.

"Master, Jun Yi"

With the shrill cry, Fu Cailin's heart was broken and he couldn't live. Fu Junyi behind Fu Cailin followed suit. Fu Junyu and Fu Junyi were bloodless.

They directly came forward to hold Fu Cailin and Fu Junyi, and stared at Dugu Yu with unforgettable fierce eyes.

"Hum"

In the battlefield, either you or I died. He never left his hand. Looking at the two people's hatred eyes, Dugu Yu glanced at them without expression. The sword pointed out, and the two swords burst out: "go down with them."

In a flash, the sword Qi had passed through the bodies of the two women.

Looking at the four dead people, all the soldiers in Korea trembled, and the men in white clothes in the field were not stained with a trace of dust. At the moment, it was so terrible in their eyes, and a cool breath ran up to the spirit from the soles of their feet.

"Run."

"Run, you are the devil."

Dugu Yu glanced at the soldiers who had escaped coldly, and then turned to the city: "Shi Long, don't tell me, you can do it yourself."

A bloodthirsty light flashed across the corner of Shi Long's mouth. He had fought with Fu Cailin countless times since he came here. He had been pressed and beaten by the other party, but it really annoyed him. Although it was a pity that Fu Cailin didn't kill him himself, the other party was also a great Master: "come and bury the four of them. Who else will catch Lord Gao Li alive with me."

"Yes!"

Without the great master, how can Koryo stop Shilong? Lord Koryo dared not fight him and directly announced his surrender.

Dugu Yu just glanced at the Lord of Korea with a flattering smile: "kill you and dirty my hands. Shi Long branded them with a slave mark. I want Korea to be a slave of the Central Plains forever."

The stone dragon grinned, "yes, master."

Lord Gao Li's face changed slightly: "you can't do this. Be kind to the prisoners in the war between the two countries."

Dugu Yu laughed and said: "the two countries are at war? From now on, there will be no Koryo in the world, only Koryo Province, the province in the Central Plains."