Grandmaster of Heroes

Everyone is hurrying, Xu Zhi and Wang Zhongwang, Gu Changying and Shang Wenwu are working hard to improve their strength.

Farther away, countless intelligence officers are comprehensively analyzing the strength of Yingguo's deathmatch candidates at all times, and each additional clear analysis can give the country's practitioners a chance to survive.

The master cultivator is not Chinese cabbage. It is very important in Yingguo and also in Dongyue.

In particular, Shang Wenwu, Gu Changying, Xia Xinhong, cultivators with excellent records.

"Shang Wenwu, a master high-level cultivator, 113 years old, 67 conscripts, no refusal, hard work, and high degree of accomplishment."

"Gu Changying, a master high-level cultivator, is forty-six years old and has been called nine times. There is no refusal, his temperament is stable, and his task is highly completed."

"Xia Xinhong, a master high-level cultivator, is 41 years old and has been called six times. There is no refusal, he is decisive, and his task completion is excellent."

In distant Kyoto, an old man squeezed the paper in his hand and recited it silently.

"Dongyue is prosperous, declining, rising up, and ending. Until now, we have nothing but dead support, and even Yinguo dares to provoke me to wait."

"Sovereign, the rise and fall of the dynasty. For thousands of years, it has been inevitable, even for us, we cannot stop it."

Beside the old man, a middle-aged scribe gave his head a sigh.

"The world has been settled for a long time, the family is no longer the former blooming flowers, the family is declining, and our country's situation is gradually declining. This is inevitable. Humanity is so unavoidable. No one can avoid it. The neighboring country has more than a thousand. It’s not just the three or four dynasties.

"Xiliu, South Australia, and Northern Xinjiang are all newly built countries. The morale of a country is at the most sharp moment, and our sharp edge has long disappeared. If it is not still a bit bloody, Dongyue, I am afraid that it will die long ago. ."

"The only thing we can barely be proud of is the last bite that people can eat. The technical aspects are not bad, keeping up with this era."

The middle-aged scribe is the only one who is the only one who dares to tell the truth in front of the old man.

"Wang Dong, these three people are full of blood, so people try their best to give them the most detailed information, and then let Huang Putu go with him."

"Sovereign, Grand Master Situ and Grand Master Yan traveled across the country. If Grand Master Huangputu did not sit here, your safety?"

"I'm in Kyoto, I want to see, whoever dares to come to kill me, who can kill me."

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, stunned and angry.

"Depending on whether they have the demand for immortality medicine, Dongyue State Treasury is not full, some master cultivators can still supply medicine at any time, and some families should also have bleeding, their arms turned outward, and the knife often stabbed themselves. What's the matter, your Supervision Department will check it carefully."

"The two children are very kind. I heard that they killed those two master cultivators of Yingguo, very well."

"All the requirements they can make now can be satisfied. If they die in battle, they should be buried with the same status as the master martyr."

"Ying Guo, you have to pay a price."

Any hatred is brought together bit by bit, and it bursts until it is too large to clean up.

For this millennium-old empire, there are too many people spying on it, trying to kick it and find some benefits.

Situ Xuankong walked with his sword and Yan Xingxia raised his sword to fight. There were many people with soft and weak personality in Dongyue, but the bloodless people never broke.

And the greatest hope is the new generation from year to year. Generations are different, and generations have hope.

Ying Guo.

Compared with Dongyue's official silence, most people in Yingguo almost know that the wing tiger and the leopard died in Dongyue.

They want revenge.

In the death battle in the ring, the very famous master swordsman cultivators and master swordsman cultivators in Yingguo were dispatched.

Hoshino Makoto, nicknamed the evil knife, has a strange move. In the Masters in Yingguo, it won eighty-six, lost three, and its lethality was at the top level.

Sha Tin, a master of swordsmanship, is good at fast swords. He also has 72 wins, two draws and four defeats in the Masters.

These two men almost represent the highest level of Yingguo master cultivators. Not only are Hoshino Makoto and Jintian Shahe confident in defeating Dongyue’s two notorious master cultivators, but the general public is also sure that the master Deathmatch will win.

If you want to choose a more powerful master cultivator, it is difficult for the Chinese to make a final conclusion. The cultivator who can defeat the two will either retire, die, or have become a master.

Among the master cultivators, the two are the pride of Ying Guo.

Regarding Hengshan Xiaoyou, Ying's people think that this is a catastrophe. The family with two masters will have a bright future if there is no accident.

Today, only because of Dongyue, the wing tiger and the leopard were killed, and Hengshan Xiaoyou was almost an orphan, and the back bone was broken, and the repair was difficult to say. Hengshan Xiaoyou did not avenge at this time, and there is no chance in the future. .

In the publicity, Hengshan Xiaoyou became a sad child, and the Hengshan family received tens of thousands of donations for a time.

The crowds were turbulent, and all of Dongyue was beating.

Some Dongyue people doing business in Yingguo were smashed shops, vehicles were burned, and some were beaten.

Yingguo's officials are very indulgent in these situations and have taken delays and waited for the Dongyue people's report, even in a bad tone.

Even Dongyue officially condemned them, and they were indifferent.

"Chrysanthemum one, you are an old thing, don't run."

"Situ Xuankong, you are mad, Da Lao came over to chase me, I...Mad."

In the northern mountains of Yingguo, two gray awns are flying continuously, and the figure is rotating like a wind. From time to time, there are one or two subtle bumps in the air.

The chase has been going on for a whole night. A great master who is full of spirits wants to run. Few people can stop it. Moreover, the best the Ying people are good at is concealment, attacking, and various strange tricks.

Situ Xuankong finally angrily slashed towards the North Plain Mountain, the sword light flashed, saw the mountain, slowly tilted, and finally collapsed.

"Dongyue, it's not dead yet."

His big sleeves danced with the wind and drifted away.

"When you die, Dongyue will be almost the same, anyway, I will be better than you."

In the air, a humming of Ju Ziwen Yi came, and then he coughed again. Obviously, it was not an easy thing to escape under the sword of Situ Xuankong.

If Situ Xuankong was too old and had limited physical strength, he could only chase him for one day. Ju Ziwen felt that he might not be able to survive.

"Acceptance"

In the Daming House, Yan Xingxia stood with a knife. On the opposite side of him, Liu Shengzongyuan in Tsing Yi's body was stained with blood, and his arm leaned and fell softly to the ground.

"Yan Xuankong, you really are extraordinary."

Liu Shengzong Yuan squinted his eyes, his eyes gleaming coldly, and he was indeed inferior to Yan Xingxia in terms of head-on confrontation. It was only a few hundred strokes. His arm was gone, but for him, if he didn’t want to fight, no one else I want to stop him from going~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This arm is my response, I wonder if you are satisfied. "

Liu Shengzongyuan knew about the master fight between the two countries, and now they are put in front by the countries, they have to bluntly rush.

It was originally a problem that could be solved by some diplomatic means. Nowadays, the problem is getting bigger and bigger, and it can't be fixed.

"Restrain your disciples and grandchildren, otherwise it will not be as simple as an arm next time."

Yan Xuankong stepped on his feet without turning his head back, like an arc, flew away.

Liu Shengzong Yuan stayed in place for a moment, and ripped off his crippled arm, throwing it away, his hand stretched out, and a new arm grew out.

Above the ground, it was a tattered wooden hand with countless cracks.

"Xiliu, South Australia, North Xinjiang, utterly gossip, hum, my Daying country's cheap is not so easy to take up."

He stepped on it, smashing the wooden hands.