The rampant comprehensive martial arts starts from Jinyiwei Qianhu

Chapter 169 168. Flying Immortals Outside the Sky?Almost meaningless! (Accumulated rewards plus updates)
As the Baolong family, Ling Lingfa's mission is to protect the safety of the emperor.

Unfortunately, he does not have the qualifications.

If the Baolong clan hadn't been passed down from generation to generation, he would have been expelled a long time ago with his three-legged cat skills.

Ling Lingfa has been quite unhappy recently.

Zhengde's own sister ran away from home, although she was finally found, but as an accomplice, he was fined by Zhengde for three months of night duty.

The main job is to empty the toilet.

This day, after he finished emptying the toilet as usual, he saw a firework flying in the direction of Qianqing Palace, but it was just a dud, and it went out half way through.

Wow, someone actually played with fireworks in front of the emperor's palace.

Still not taking him?

This guy is unforgivable.

Carrying the reincarnation bucket of grains, Ling Lingfa trotted all the way to the gate of Qianqing Palace, wanting to see which guard was neglecting his duty and secretly setting off firecrackers.

There are two figures guarding the gate of Qianqing Palace.

Night clothes?
assassin!

Ling Lingfa decisively threw the bucket over, and then took out his own little toy from his pocket.

Then he was brought into Qianqing Palace by the collar of his shirt.

"Two sages? Hiahiahiahia, I knew the fireworks were set off by the sage. It's so beautiful. It's so beautiful. The sage is auspicious. Let's leave now."

Chen Jiu was defeated by him.

"Fatzi, the next time you encounter this situation, remember to call someone first, and then come to die."

"Hisako, so you...! No, I should have known earlier, NO!!!"

I didn't expect you to have this kind of expression on your face.

"enough!"

An Shigeng was not in the mood to listen to them driving the barber shop.

"Kill them all."

The man in the bamboo hat who was holding Linglingfa slapped his abdomen with a palm, and Linglingfa was knocked out with a thud, and then made a sound of "Ah, I'm dead."

An Shigeng frowned and looked at the man in the bamboo hat.

"He has a treasure armor on him. I'm going to kill that little slicker right now."

The voice of the man in the bamboo hat expressed that he was really angry now.

Just as he was about to fly in front of Linglingfa, he realized that there was an extra figure in front of him, and then his head was blown to pieces like a watermelon, turning his whole body into a cloud of blood mist.

"Awesome, Jiuzi is awesome, by the way, who are they?"

Linglingfa realized that he didn't have to pretend to be dead, so he quickly got up.

Damn it, his wife picked out the material for this suit, so what if it gets dirty.

Chen Jiu drove away the blood mist in front of him with a wave of his hand, and at some point behind the blood mist stood a swordsman with a sword.

"Ye Gucheng."

"Ye Gucheng? Didn't he fight with people at the Beigong Gate? Is there still time to come here to assassinate?"

The competition between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue.

Very ink.

Very inky.

The spectators watching the battle below began to commotion.

"Are these two still fighting? I've already drank six pots of wine. If I don't fight, I'll go pee first."

"I said that you have no patience at all. This kind of expert duel is all about deciding the outcome with one move. Maybe when you come back from the piss, you may have already finished the fight."

"My brother is right, so I'll hold back first."

"Shut up, both of you, watch and learn!"

Compared with those spectators who were sparsely skilled, the masters of the various sects still held their temper. What's more, they were already carefully observing the flaws of the two people on the city wall, calculating how many tricks they could survive if they did it.

"Uncle, Ye Gucheng seems to be out of shape."

Zhang Wuji looked at it for a long time, and found that Ximen Chuuxue's figure had an indescribable feeling, which was the temperament of a master alone, but Ye Gucheng was much worse. Although this person is also a master, he can be compared with Ximen Chuuxue completely. Not at the same level.

"That's right, Wuji, you observed very carefully."

Song Yuanqiao is also a master of sword use. He simulated fighting just now, thinking that he might not even have a chance to draw his sword out against Ximen Chuuxue, but Ye Gucheng on the other side of the city wall did not bring him this feeling.

"Although Ye Gucheng's figure stands proudly and straight, he has the meaning of being sloppy. From the look of his breath, he is indeed a great master, but is he afraid of Ximen Chuuxue?"

Amidst the puzzled expressions of the experts, Ximen Chuixue moved.

He wants to end this farce.

"and many more!"

Seeing him draw his sword, Ye Gucheng hurriedly opened his mouth to stop him.

His task was to delay time, so even though he knew he was going to die, he was still doing his duty.

"What's the matter?"

Ximen Chuuxue stopped in his tracks.

For a dying person, give him a chance to leave a last word.

The buddy of cosplay Ye Gucheng only felt that his forehead was sweating, and the air under the hat and mask seemed to be freezing. He took a deep breath of the turbid air, trying to dispel the chill all over his body.

"Chong!"

The long sword in his hand was pulled out by him.

"This sword is called Feihong, and it was forged by overseas cold iron elites."

"The sword's edge is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four liang. Are you finished?"

Ximen Chuuxue interrupted his introduction of his weapons.

"How do you know? Wait, I don't know what your sword is!"

"You do not know?"

Ximen Chuuxue was a little puzzled.

"He didn't tell you?"

"what!"

"Fuck! Just one sword?"

"Impossible, how could Ye Gucheng not be able to catch a single sword!"

"Nothing is impossible."

The eyes of a young man who was watching the battle below the city tower ignited a raging fire.

"This is my idol, the God of Swords, the only God of Swords in the world, Heavenly Sword Star!"

A long sword of the same style as the Crow's Sheath Sword was hanging from his waist, and he was holding Ximen Chuuxue's figurine in his hand.

The elder brother next to the young man had a rough appearance, and in his hand was the same model of the Feihong sword, and he looked depressed at this moment.

"A sword!"

Chen Jiu looked at Ye Gucheng in front of him.

"You only have one chance to strike."

"it is good!"

Sweat also appeared on Ye Gucheng's forehead, and the sweat made the dog skin plaster on his forehead wet and sticky, making him very uncomfortable.

Hey, why use the word Ye?
But he did feel that he might not be the opponent of the little boy in front of him.

Ye Gucheng only felt that sense of crisis in that person.

Senior Brother, if Junior Brother can survive, he must go to the appointment!
A sword light pierced from his hand, like a blue sky and white clouds, flawless and flawless.

Suzaku woke up in a daze, he only remembered that he was knocked out with a sap before.

The scene in front of him made him wonder if he was dreaming.

The newly-promoted Jinyiwei Zhenfu envoy was facing a grand master with a sword empty-handed, and the aura of that grand master was several times higher than that of his elder brother Qinglong.

The ground is shaking.

Suzaku's internal injury was pulled by Ye Gucheng's internal breath, his eyes darkened, and he passed out again.

The group of men in black hats under An Shigeng felt as if they could no longer hold the long sword in their hands.

A sword has come out.

Wan Jian surrendered.

That sword light is like a white cloud drifting in the sky, it is clearly close at hand, but it seems to be far away in the clouds.

What a wonderful sword.

What a deadly sword this is.

Chen Jiu seemed to be involved in the vortex where the clouds gathered, and there was only a sword in the center of the vortex.

But after the sword was thrust out, Ye Gucheng showed frustration, as if his faith had collapsed.

Feihongjian stopped half a foot away from Chen Jiu.

A pair of fingers were gently clamped on the edge of the sword.

"Flying fairy outside the sky?"

"Almost meaningless!"

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