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Chapter 327: Storms are rising, who will be the overlord? (asking for monthly tickets)
The Nine-Colored Divine Deer’s eyes widened as he saw that the fortune of the entire Western Region was in chaos.

It's a mess.

My mind suddenly became clear.

Before she dozed off, the Western Regions were generally peaceful, and the Dangxiang State was still nominally the ruler of the vast territory of the Western Regions. It was at the peak of its fortune and transformed into a white snake, almost about to soar into the sky like a dragon, but was quickly stopped by the Wolf King.

The so-called national destiny is the situation of the world, which is reflected in the destiny.

Just like the snow melts in spring and the rain falls in summer.

It is not a sign, but a manifestation after something happens.

With such a national destiny, the world would naturally be more harsh. The Nine-Colored Divine Deer watched from the sidelines and saw that at least five sieges took place in the Western Regions on that day. The various tribes, which already had heroic hearts, led their elite troops, and even the young and strong men in the tribe, to set foot on the world together.

The contradictions that had been accumulating in the Western Region for hundreds of years exploded in an instant.

Different tribes are not submissive to each other. You are the Khan, I am the patriarch, and there is also the Chanyu here. They all think that they are the best in the world. Over the past hundred years, some of them have fought for water sources, and some have competed for hunting grounds.

These small contradictions turned into big ones, and in the smoke of war in this chaotic world, they became the first blow to the other side, and when the knife was cut down, blood was drawn.

And then I couldn't control it anymore.

Killing, conquest, checks and balances, scimitars waving, human ambition and anger burned fiercely on this ancient land. Heroes rose and famous generals fell.

The luck is at its peak in an instant.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer stepped into the void and saw a white snake transformed from the national destiny of the Dangxiang Kingdom lurking in the sky. The slow shadow of this huge white snake could still occupy most of the sky above the Western Regions. Its scales were as gorgeous as jade, but there was a hideous wound at the seven-inch point.

Something like blood gushed out from inside.

That is the so-called luck. The luck falls on this land like a waterfall and surges into the desert, with swords and guns, cavalry, heroes, bows and arrows bursting out from it, and bursting out this magnificent smoke of troubled times.

"The Dangxiang Kingdom's national fortune is in decline..."

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer took a look at the destiny of the White Empire in the Western Region and expressed his own judgment.

Like a miraculous doctor.

She knew that this idea of ​​luck should not be taken seriously, but luck is like a gem, it can bring good opportunities, but it cannot determine victory or defeat. It is better to say that after a hero rises, he will naturally occupy the center of the vortex, which means he is plundering luck.

The resolute are as white as iron, the cunning are as cold as ink. Once they occupy a high position, they will naturally be blue and purple. If they fall into loneliness and are criticized by thousands of people, their luck will also be turbid. It is only after people do something first that their luck will be revealed, just like their complexion.

But on the other hand, luck also reflects the current situation.

The current fate of the Dangxiang Kingdom is tragic.

It was as if the White Emperor was struck by a sword from his natural enemy.

Not to mention the majestic appearance of the past.

The scales were torn, the wounds refused to heal, and even the 'dragon ball' under the chin that was originally ready to burst out was cut off by a sword.

Poor, poor thing.

I don't know where this person came from, but he has such a sharp eye.

I saw the most precious thing at first sight.

This time he was wounded by the sword and his 'Dragon Ball' was taken away. His face turned completely black, the corners of his mouth turned blue, and his eyes rolled back.

Regarding this situation, the Nine-Colored Divine Deer could only say one sentence.

It's over, there's no hope, just wait for death.

The fortune of the Red Emperor Dynasty in the Central Plains looked much more vigorous than this.

At least I'm still alive.

It was all gone in the past, but something seemed to have happened last year, which forced the luck of the Central Plains Red Emperor, which was almost rotten, to hold on for a breath. However, it should be just a last gasp.

The nine-colored divine deer stepped on the void and leaped out from the clouds.

"In the past, they should have been able to linger for a year or two, but now... a year, no..." The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked at the distant place, where the aura of war was rising to the sky, and made a judgment: "It may not even last for a few months."

"It's going to be divided up and eaten by others, right?"

She probably knew the reason, but was just curious about who would do such a thing. After thinking about it, the gorgeous and sacred antlers began to shine brilliantly. With a slight touch, the white snake of national destiny began to glow.

Presenting the scene of the day.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer was curious, but saw an illusory figure, with sleeves fluttering, eyes dark black, but with a ray of light golden light, and Haoran came with a sword.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was like the sound of the people shaking, high, distant and indifferent.

"Bai Di, so what?!"

The long sword in his hand is simple and has golden and red luster and patterns.

Lift up and chop down.

The voice was indifferent.

"Please, go and die first!"

The huge red dragon image raised its head and roared, then slowly dispersed. The White Snake's national destiny was directly cut off. The Nine-Colored Divine Deer witnessed this ferocious and tragic scene with his own eyes, and his body became a little stiff.

Finally, the scene she presented with her magic was frozen in the posture of holding the sword, with sleeves and robes rolled up, as indifferent as a king. Even the divine deer was slightly frightened, felt a slight chill on his back, and then felt a little sad:
"The Western Regions are really in troubled times. Where did this person with the spirit of a Central Plains monarch come from?"

"How come you've never seen it before?"

“I don’t know how much more chaotic it will be.”

"The Tangut state is going to perish. It only lasted for a little over two years."

"To rise up while Tuyuhun was destroyed."

"After its rise, it formed an alliance with the State of Chen, and became very powerful. However, its decline was so rapid that it became like this in a blink of an eye. It can be seen that countries in the world are like people, and they cannot prosper day by day..."

"That little guy hasn't contacted me with the King's Seal recently."

"Maybe he suffered a loss in this chaotic world?"

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer sighed, looking at the Dangxiang State which was struggling to survive and no one knew when it would perish. He looked at the wars breaking out in all directions, but in the capital of the Dangxiang State there was singing and dancing, and the nobles wearing silk clothes from the Central Plains traveled with great pomp.

There was singing and dancing in the palace day and night.

I heard that the leader of the Dangxiang Kingdom recently established a country, proclaimed himself emperor, and appointed a crown prince.

Select noble ladies from various tribes for the prince.

However, Emperor Wu of the Great Xia Kingdom in the Western Regions beat his son severely when he saw that the noble lady was young, beautiful and graceful, and on the wedding night, he forcibly took his original daughter-in-law.

However, because of his great power, no one dared to say anything.

Only his son, the prince who was sent to the Central Plains Chen State as a hostage more than two years ago, had his childhood sweetheart robbed by his father, was beaten half to death, imprisoned, and left alone in misery.

The closer a country is to its demise, the more noisy and lively it becomes.

Many things that were impossible in the past are happening under this tremendous pressure.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked at the land with compassion.

It's really familiar.

If the city wasn't much bigger, if the people here didn't wear different clothes and speak different languages, she would almost think that what was happening here happened hundreds or thousands of years ago.

In a trance, it seemed as if the kings of previous generations had come back here again.

Claiming their destiny, saying similar words, and doing the same things.

Proclaim your own majesty.

These things have never changed.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer looked down at this bustling world and leaped away. However, when passing by a place, he was suddenly frightened. Nine-colored lights flashed above his head. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his waist and golden blood flowed to the ground. He turned around and saw that he was shot by a dark green arrow with a hook.

It was not until this time that an extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

The clouds beneath her feet were torn into a vortex.

Looking down, I saw the flaming flags.

Regent Chen Fubi stood on a high slope in the Western Regions, the bow in his hand whistling violently like thunder. His hair was already white, which was inconsistent with his age. His eyes were like an eagle, staring at the sky, and said, "What a pity..."

"Just now I saw a nine-colored brilliance, like some treasure or divine beast leaping over."

"I was planning to shoot it down to see what it looked like."

"But I didn't expect that he, who was so smart, could actually dodge it. What a pity..."

The Wolf King threw the bow in his hand, and the famous general Xiao Wuliang beside him caught it. This fair-faced, beardless, and handsome general said, "It should be the Nine-Colored Divine Deer in the legend of the Western Regions, just like the ancient red dragon in the Central Plains and the Qilin in the Academy. It is a natural spiritual creature."

The Wolf King said casually: "Yes, just like Li Wanli's Fire Kirin."

"I just want to see this wonderful legend."

“Can the mythical beasts that symbolize majesty in murals and epics be killed?”

"If we can kill him, it will be a huge blow to the morale of the people in the Western Regions. Unfortunately, it is a bit mysterious."

The Wolf King looked disdainful, and did not care at all about the so-called natural gods and their majesty and auspiciousness. He was the kind of overbearing commander who had dominated the world for decades with his strength. After several ups and downs, he no longer believed in the so-called destiny.

The Red Emperor had a red dragon, but in the end the dynasty still declined.

Li Wanli also had a Qilin, but he died in the palace.

Holding a sword, he walked unevenly and with a limp. He was born with uneven feet, so his walking was not stable, but it was not like this when he was young. This leg was left to him by the number one general in the world.

Boundless evil spirit penetrates into the bone marrow.

Also, because he had fallen out with Li Wanli and was defeated by Li Wanli, his martial arts were crippled, and the injury was aggravated instead. Although he later used many methods to practice Chen Guozu's magical skills and spent his life to practice, his skills not only recovered but also improved, but this martial arts was not good at repairing the body, and the injury still remained.

Now, when the wind and rain are raging, the evil spirit of the world's number one general is still piercing his bones, like a handful of ice needles as thin as cow hairs, which is extremely painful.

Xiao Wuliang said: "Although I don't know why, the collapse of the Tangut state is equivalent to the loss of the effectiveness of a large formation that protected them. Not to mention that the large formation on their city has at least lost 20% of its power, this is just normal."

"It was only after their king, ministers and generals learned of the news."

"Everyone was panicked and frightened."

"There are already nobles and generals coming to us for surrender."

"Lord..."

The Regent said calmly, "Kill them all."

Xiao Wuliang's heart trembled.

The limping old wolf king said indifferently: "The Tanguts created their own country, and they can be traitors. Such people have betrayed their own race, and they will definitely betray us one day."

"To be killed!"

"He was indecisive, sometimes contacting us, sometimes pledging allegiance to the Tanguts."

"Snakes and rats, wavering between the two ends, should be killed!"

"As for those most steadfast Tanguts, they are loyal to their country and their tribe, and we respect them."

"To be killed."

Three sentences are enough to kill, with murderous intent.

Xiao Wuliang was silent, and said: "If we take such a tough attitude, the Dangxiang State might be united under this pressure."

Chen Fubi said, "That's what I want."

The Wolf King's cloak fluttered in the vast wind of the Western Regions. He held the extremely sharp sword in his hand low to the ground, his hands clasped the hilt, and said in a loud voice: "We are here to conquer them, not to negotiate."

"I only have a knife in my hand. I am not a person who can make decisions like my brother."

"Having come here, this war to destroy a nation must be forceful and decisive. Otherwise, how can we establish a nation? We must fight with prestige. A policy of appeasement is what the next generation and the next generation should do."

"That's Wen Mian's business."

"Maybe it was Li Guanyi, or maybe it was Jiang Gao." There was a hint of tenderness on the old wolf king's face.

"But I'm different. I'm meant to be on the battlefield all my life."

“Go to the end.”

Xiao Wuliang looked at the old wolf king with white hair and lowered his eyes without saying a word. Twenty years ago, the wolf king was in his prime and was over forty years old. Now, Xiao Wuliang, who was only sixteen years old when he went into battle, is already over thirty years old. Duke Taiping died in the palace, and the wolf king has grown old in the Western Regions.

The world is in turmoil and changes are happening everywhere. The changes are so fierce and rapid that they seem like a dream.

The old wolf king said: "Recently, many so-called Khans have emerged in the Western Regions."

"But there are not many things worth noting. One of them is that there is a Central Plains man called Tianger in Agni City. According to legend, he took advantage of the time when Jianghu was attacking the Demon Sect and led an army of 100,000 into Agni."

"The ability to command 100,000 people is probably fake."

"But the change of ownership of the city is not a false thing. Wuliang should pay more attention."

Xiao Wuliang said: "Yes."

Their current target is naturally the Dangxiang Kingdom, that is, the Great Xia Kingdom in the Western Regions. They want to slow down their strategy, wait for the last burst of energy from the Dangxiang Kingdom before its death, and then take advantage of the situation to reap the harvest.

The corpses left after a country's demise are invaluable treasures to the kings and princes of the world.

The Dangxiang State devoured the remains of Tuyuhun and established its own country.

This is also the reason why Khans suddenly emerged throughout the Western Regions.

Their eyes were all fixed on the obviously declining Dangxiang State, wanting to take the first bite and achieve their own hegemony. The Regent watched this quietly, his hand already clenched around the blade. If he wanted to swallow this thing, he would have no ability, or he would be swallowed by it himself!
The most critical moment in the Western Region is about to come.

Who will be the next overlord of the Western Regions?
Xiao Wuliang's heart was filled with excitement. He said in a deep voice, "I will send people to keep an eye on Agni. However, the fact that he led an army of 100,000 is probably false. But a military strategist must be wary of failure. If the commander there is really capable of leading an army of 100,000..."

The old wolf king said: "That is Li Guanyi."

Xiao Wuliang's pupils contracted, and he subconsciously retorted: "But, my lord, he is in Jiangnan right now, do you have any reason?"

The old wolf king laughed loudly and said, "The so-called secret of military tactics is to make the enemy unaware of your actions. The intelligence presented to the outside world is all used by counselors to deceive the eyes and ears of the world."

"What I saw."

"It's a big trend!"

"If it can be confirmed that he indeed commanded 100,000 troops."

"In today's world, the only one with such ability, who can appear here, must appear here, and must appear here, is the Qilin." The sandstorm blew the wolf king's hair, and he looked at the vast world:
"If it's him, that's fine."

The old wolf king seemed to think of the past, love, hate, and all kinds of ups and downs, but after a long time, the wolf king just said calmly:

"This world is so big, it's not lonely."

"Let's go, Wuliang."

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer only felt that the Wolf King was full of murderous aura, and that arrow was actually a mysterious weapon. She was not a divine beast that was good at fighting. The Ancient Red Dragon also advised her that even the White Tiger and the Qilin had fallen, so she'd better make some plans.

This time, the wolf king shot an arrow at a vital point and he could only force himself to gallop in the air.

The golden blood dripped and as it fell, it turned into a heavy rain, scattering in the dry desert.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer felt his vision gradually blurring.

"not good!"

"Is it... poison?"

The most bizarre poison in the world, or rather, the most bizarre poison of all time.

The flying insect was the most poisonous beast in the ancient times.

The Red Dragon, the Qilin, and the Red Emperor, together with many divine generals from eight hundred years ago, led a large army to encircle and attack the Deer. The Nine-Colored Deer found that his body was gradually becoming fibrous and petrified. The nine-colored divine light reflected the flowing light, and he held on tightly.

But the vision in front of me gradually became blurred.

I didn’t know where I was running to, but my legs went weak.

The nine-colored divine deer fell from the clouds.

………………

Agni City.

Li Guan held a wooden sword with a dragon pattern in one hand. This magic weapon, which had been upgraded due to his sword mania, was placed horizontally in front of him. He placed his fingers against the blade of the wooden sword. On the wooden sword with a dragon pattern, divine charm flowed, the surrounding energy condensed, and all things were silent.

Li Guan exhaled and made a sound, then moved his wrist and slashed out with his sword.

The energy was flowing on the sword. This sword had surpassed his previous moves and had some of the style of the sword maniac Murong Longtu. However, it was different from the sword maniac's unrestrained and free-spirited demeanor as he walked around the world.

Li Guanyi's sword is upright, majestic and magnificent.

Like a king in a high position, he holds a sword to kill the evil and punish the disobedient.

There is a domineering style.

As the long sword slashed past, Li Guanyi frowned and closed his eyes to appreciate it for a long time. He finally sighed and raised the sword: "Not enough, not enough..."

"I still haven't reached the level of that sword that day."

Ever since he killed the White Emperor that day, Li Guanyi has been thinking about his martial arts since he came back, trying to restore that sword. However, the sword he swung at that time was a combination of the right time, the right place and the right people. He used the Red Sky to strike the White Emperor; the Tiger King Seal burned the destiny of humanity.

And there is the murderous spirit in my heart.

Only when the three are combined into one can the sword be swung out in a natural way.

But now he no longer has the state of mind he had back then. Even with the sword in his hand, he cannot strike. He can only keep trying. And Li Guanyi's martial arts foundation, which he has learned from the sword maniac and traveled around the world, has been tempered in this process.

Finally, [Rolling Waves], [Crushing Mountains], [Breaking Peaks], [Murong Family Swordsmanship], [Broken Jade Fist] and even [Yin Yang Rotation Sect Martial Arts Canon], as well as the stick monk Thirteen's mysterious and compassionate telepathy, he obtained the true teachings of Western Buddhism.

All merged into one sword.

When this sword came out, it was vast and calm, even the murderous aura was hidden.

This is for beheading.

After practicing and honing his skills today, Li Guanyi was finally able to use this sword to perform at about 60% to 70% of his level that day, and he created a sword style on his own. When Old Siming and the whale fisherman saw it, the whale fisherman did not mention it, but Old Siming praised it highly.

"Not bad."

"The sword energy of the sword maniac is much stronger than your sword, but if you ask that old man to slash it out with this sword, it won't have the same flavor. The rivers and lakes are different from the world, and each has its own style. This is natural."

"Oh, I must think of a way to write a letter to that old man."

"Murong Longtu should be very happy and drink a good sip of wine!"

The old Siming said: "Since you created the martial arts yourself, you can write down the diagrams and pass them on to future generations."

Li Guanyi said: "It's just a coincidence."

Old Siming didn't care: "All martial arts and articles in the world are acquired by chance. You have accumulated enough experience and energy. You have been running around in the past few years. You have fought more battles than a group of warriors in their entire lives. It is natural for you to create a sword technique."

Li Guanyi picked up his pen and wrote down the atlas, but it was difficult to capture its spirit.

"The first one."

"【Snake Killer】."

Old Siming was amazed: "This name is quite ordinary."

"Haha, it seems like you didn't study much when you were young. Look at your great-grandfather. The names of his swords are more gorgeous and elegant than each other. The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the fog-locked tower are so beautiful!"

"But, when you killed the snake, what did you kill?"

Li Guanyi thought for a while and replied:
"The White Emperor, the destiny of the Tangut state."

Old Siming started coughing violently, his hand trembled, and he almost threw the sword manual in his hand away. The old black tortoise widened his eyes, looked at Li Guanyi over there, and then shrank his neck.

Old Siming was stunned for a while, then picked up the sword manual.

"Kill the snake..."

He looked at the name of the first move, clapped his hands and sighed, "This name."

"How overbearing!"

The old black tortoise was disgusted by the old Siming's change of heart and rolled his eyes wildly. The old Siming smiled and said, "Forget it, I will just run errands and tell the old man in your family about this."

"It's just right. The fishermen are leaving too. That old guy can't suppress his killing intent."

"It is likely that he plans to take a stroll in the Western Regions."

Li Guanyi: "Walk around?"

The old Siming looked at Li Guanyi and said with a smile: "Although he is so unreliable, he is still a stubborn person after all. Yesterday, you were chatting with the little girl. How could he and I be shaken off by your powerful body movement? We were in the corner at that time."

"I thought the fisherman would be gritting his teeth and indignant because the girl showed her affection to you, and was planning to tease her and make a joke, but when I looked back, I saw that the guy's eyes were red and he was almost crying."

"There are many kinds of people in the world. There are mothers like your aunt, and there are those who are as ruthless as Xiao Yuxue. There are fathers who praise their children loudly, and there are those who are as ruthless as Chen Dingye. But there are also many people who, like fishing, do not show their emotions."

"He said he felt relieved."

"With Qilin and you here, Yaoguang won't be in too much danger."

"He said that a person like him would not always hang around his daughter."

"He said that there are too many cities in the Western Region."

Old Siming said softly:

"I've been traveling around for a few years."

"Destroy all demons."

"His murderous intention towards Xiao Yuxue is even stronger than yours."

Li Guanyi pursed his lips. Old Siming patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The world of Jianghu is just like this. Everyone has his own path. However, I see that you are quite energetic recently. Who knows if you will have some fortune."

Li Guan was very happy.

Old Sima Ming smiled and waved his hand, then left with the black turtle.

Fortune, Li Guanyi thought while holding his sword. It was really poor. The nobles in Agni City lived well because of endless exploitation. In fact, this place had insufficient resources and a population of hundreds of thousands, which could not be compared with the cities in the Central Plains.

This place can't support an army.

The standing army can only have 10,000 or 20,000 men.

Many administrative measures, like those in the Central Plains, also consumed a lot of money, and the treasury became smaller and smaller. However, now that the situation outside the city of Agni has changed, the city has settled down, and it is time to take the next step.

At this moment, there were suddenly bursts of hurried footsteps outside.

Wow!

The omnipotent Lei Laomeng rushed in, his face looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

"General Nangong has found something again... again!"

Li Guan was delighted: "Is it gold or iron ore?!"

Lei Laomeng took a deep breath and stammered, as if he had seen the vision of his ancestor, "She, she, she..."

"She was bored and went out to relax. She is thirty miles away."

"I found a nine-colored deer with a head as big as a hill."

Li Guanyi’s smile froze.

Qin Wuhou's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

"ha?!!"

(End of this chapter)