Three days before the end of rebirth

Changkong Wuji commands an army of 100,000. As the leader of an army, his martial arts strength is extremely advanced. In the past few years, he has broken through to the ninth realm of martial arts, the Nine Tribulation Realm.

A master in the army is best at fighting on the battlefield, exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for his life, and not afraid of death. If he really wants to fight to the death, Changkong Wuji's killing methods are comparable to those of the top sect leaders of the Daqian Empire.

They are inferior to those people in the tenth level of martial arts who are as fleshy as dragons.

Without such strength, Changkong Wuji would not be able to overwhelm the brave and unruly people in the army, let alone support the bandits with self-respect, obeying orders but not propaganda, just like a prince!

As for Guan Shanyuan.

This person is a master of the Ancestral Aperture Realm, the seventh level of martial arts. Among the elders of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance, although his strength is not among the top ten, he has always been very aggressive in his behavior due to the support of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance.

but……

How could Changkong Wuji, the leader of the Xifeng Army, get involved with Guan Shanyuan?

This incident is probably related to the encirclement and suppression of Qingyang Sect.

"This Changkong Wuji is my old friend!"

Chen Xinglie looked at Changkong Wuji, murderous intent gradually growing in his eyes.

"Who is Chen Xinglie!"

Guan Shanyuan took a step forward and scanned the people in the hall with sharp eyes. At this moment, the martial arts aura on his body turned into reality, condensing into the shape of a ferocious ancient crocodile, more than ten feet tall, majestic and showing its teeth and claws.

, as if to tear the roof apart.

Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Haojie were so frightened that they froze and stared straight at Chen Xinglie. But then they thought something was wrong. The world-famous Fairy Yumeng was here, why should they be afraid of this master of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance?

The two brothers quickly looked away and pretended to be nonchalant.

Li Qinglian lowered her head suddenly.

The elders of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance could not scare the princess of the Daqian Empire. But Changkong Wuji, the leader of the Xifeng Army, would definitely not turn a blind eye once he recognized Li Qinglian's identity.

Li Qinglian was worried about being recognized by Changkong Wuji, so even though her face was covered with a veil, she still didn't dare to look directly at Changkong Wuji.

"Are you Chen Xinglie?"

Guan Shanyuan's eyes were sharp and he had already followed the gazes of the heroic brothers and recognized Chen Xinglie, but he did not clearly see Zhao Yumeng sitting next to Chen Xinglie.

Chen Xinglie was too lazy to pay attention and drank wine leisurely.

Guan Shanyuan, Chen Xinglie, did not take him seriously at all, and his eyes were filled with anger. He shouted loudly: "Chen Xinglie! Why did you kill the big shopkeeper of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance and demolish the high-rise shops of our Shanhai Merchant Alliance?"

Chen Xinglie put down his wine glass as if nothing had happened and said with a sneer: "You are only allowed to bully customers at Shanhai Merchant Alliance, but I am not allowed to kill people?"

Guan Shanyuan said proudly: "If you have the ability, don't enter the store of our Shanhai Merchant Alliance. Now that you have entered the store, what if our Shanhai Merchant Alliance store bullies customers?"

"oh."

Chen Xinglie's tone was sarcastic, murderous intent emerged in his heart, and he asked: "Then what do you want?"

Guan Shanyuan's tone suddenly became gloomy, and he said: "You dare to run wild in our Shanhai Merchant Alliance, a young person who dares to act wildly. Who gave you the courage? If you offend the Shanhai Merchant Alliance, who will die if you don't?"

This is to kill people.

"Look..."

Chen Xinglie secretly took out a chrysanthemum arrow talisman, smiled and said to Zhao Yumeng who was sitting next to him: "This person wants to kill me, what should I do?"

Zhao Yumeng stood up.

Guan Shanyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Fairy Yumeng, why are you here?"

Zhao Yumeng's eyes were indifferent and she flicked her sleeves.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword is like the crashing of harp strings.

A beam of sword light, with blazing flames like the burning sun, and a hidden sound of phoenix, was cut out from Zhao Yumeng's sleeve, like a fire dragon tearing apart the heaven and earth, pointing straight at Guan Shanyuan.

Wherever the sword blade struck, the air roared and ignited with raging fire.

Guan Shanyuan never thought that Fairy Yumeng from the upright Tushan Sect would actually help an evil heretic to kill him, the elder of the Shanhai Merchant Alliance, with a single swing of his sword, showing no mercy at all.

How could Zhao Yumeng help Chen Xinglie?

Guan Shanyuan didn't have time to think about it, the martial arts vision of the big crocodile on his body instantly merged into his body, inciting the martial arts energy and blood all over his body, and suddenly pushed out a palm, revealing a giant martial arts palm transformed by the energy and blood, with a radius of several feet, like a giant shield

, to forcefully resist Zhao Yumeng’s sword power.

boom!

A thunderous explosion sounded.

The sword's edge chopped the giant palm into pieces, and it only rushed to the top of Guanshan Mountain.

The master of the Shanhaishan League had no time to dodge, so he could only turn his body sideways as much as possible, but still had the sword standing on his shoulder.

Bang!

An arm fell to the ground, burning.

Guan Shanyuan gritted his teeth, endured the pain of his broken arm, took out a healing medicine, crushed it and sprinkled the powder on his arm, his eyes full of resentment.

Changkong Wuji's face was as dark as water, he stared at Zhao Yumeng and said coldly: "If you have to spare others, go around them!"

Zhao Yumeng sneered proudly and slashed out with another sword.

Changkong Wuji took off his crescent halberd from his back and stood in front of Guan Shanyuan.

bite!

The blade of the sword struck the halberd, and the flames surged into the sky.

Changkong Wuji held the big halberd in front of him and waited quietly for the flames all over the crescent halberd blade to dissipate before he said: "How about giving my army leader some face in this matter?"

Zhao Yumeng said coldly: "What does this matter have to do with you?"

Changkong Wuji did not want to explain, and only said: "Shanhai Business Alliance and Tushan Sect have always been on good terms!"

Zhao Yumeng's expression did not change and asked: "What does this matter have to do with me?"

Changkong Wuji's eyes were sharp, and the general who commanded an army of 100,000 was full of momentum. He was not angry and proud, and said: "Even if Guan Shanyuan offended Fairy Yumeng, he also lost an arm, which can be regarded as paying the price. This is

It’s better to just let it go, what do you think?”

"Not at all." Zhao Yumeng remained cold and arrogant, and his aura continued to rise.

Changkong Wuji's strength far exceeds that of Guan Shan, and his martial arts cultivation is even far above that of Zhao Yumeng. He is already a master of the ninth level of martial arts and the Nine Tribulations Realm. If he takes one step further, he will be the tenth level of martial arts, with a physical body like a dragon.

Like the dragon realm.

Even in the entire Daqian Empire, Changkong Wuji is still the top master.

Zhao Yumeng was not afraid at all.

What about the Nine Tribulations Realm?

Long before she obtained the Vajra Bodhi relic, Zhao Yumeng relied on her years of martial arts experience and the world-leading Phoenix Nirvana Sutra. She was able to fight even against masters in the tenth realm of martial arts who were as fleshy as dragons.

Now, Zhao Yumeng's strength has greatly improved, and with the help of that relic, he has refined his sword intent to an extremely pure level.

Just right...

Let’s test the sword with a master from the Nine Tribulation Realm!

When Zhao Yu dreamed about the Vajra Bodhi relic, he felt a little gentler in his heart, but the sword intent in his body became even more fierce.

"My commander is loyal to the country!"

Changkong Wuji flicked his sleeves, raised his halberd, and said: "Tonight, this mountain is far away, and I, the army leader, will protect you!"

The martial arts aura of the two of them continued to rise, making people breathless.

There was silence in the hall.

"The person I want to kill will be protected as long as you say?"

Chen Xinglie stood up slowly while holding the wine glass, stared at Wuji in the sky, and asked coldly: "Who do you think you are? You have the face to stand in front of me. How can you be loyal to the country?"

"You have to respect yourself by raising bandits, harming loyal and good people, and still keep saying that you are loyal to the country."

Chen Xinglie's eyes were as dark as ink and his tone was dismissive. He asked Changkong Wuji, "Are you worthy?"

Respect yourself!

Kill Zhongliang!

Changkong Wuji stared at Chen Xinglie for a while, and suddenly felt that the young man in front of him looked like an old friend in his memory. He couldn't help but think of things that happened many years ago, and asked in shock: "You! Are you Chen Jiuyuan's son?"

Chen Jiuyuan!

Tanhualang, who was named on the gold list that year, was a well-known scholar in various countries in the Eastern Continent. He was young and held a high official position.

More than ten years ago, during the Battle of Shuangcheng, Chen Jiuyuan and Changkong Wuji led the army into battle, fighting for half a year, but the army suffered heavy casualties.

It was in this battle that Changkong Wuji relied on the invaders to respect themselves, passively faced the fight, and suffered repeated defeats. In the end, he put the blame on Chen Jiuyuan. Chen Jiuyuan was dismissed from office and died in depression, leaving only a pair of orphans and widowed mother.

When he was young, Chen Xinglie lived in the Imperial Capital for two or three years, and during that time he had seen Changkong Wuji many times.

It's been many years since we parted ways.

Compared with the appearance in Chen Xinglie's memory, Changkong Wuji's appearance has not changed much. His body is more powerful, and his martial arts strength is far greater than before.

Chen Xinglie had a murderous intention in his heart, he smiled jokingly and said: "Is it a surprise, is it a surprise? Is it a surprise?"

Changkong Wuji's eyes were a little dazed, and he suddenly let out a long sigh and said: "Nephew Chen Xian must have misunderstood my military leader. My military leader and Brother Jiuyuan have known each other for many years and we are brothers! Because of our deep friendship with Brother Jiuyuan,

That's why His Majesty sent me and Brother Jiuyuan to lead the army and preside over the battle of Frost City."

"Before my army leader and Brother Jiuyuan went out to fight, they were overly optimistic about the war situation and underestimated the enemy. They thought that as long as they led Xifeng's army to fight, they would be able to sweep across the northern Xinjiang and quell the war. Unexpectedly, the barbarians in the northern Xinjiang adopted delaying tactics and refused to follow.

We fought decisively, luring the enemy deeper and deeper step by step, until the cold winter, with heavy snowfall, and the northern Xinjiang barbarians took advantage of the right time and place, surrounding us in Frost City, and the war situation took a turn for the worse."

"My military leader and Brother Jiuyuan tried their best to maintain an unbeatable situation."

"After the war, there were some treacherous ministers in the court who used the Battle of Shuangcheng as an excuse to frame Brother Jiuyuan, which led to Brother Jiuyuan being dismissed from office. In this matter, my military leader has been giving advice to Brother Jiuyuan. Unfortunately, I

The military leader was just a defeated general at that time, and he spoke lightly, but in the end he failed to help Brother Jiuyuan."

"My dear nephew, what you just said about supporting the bandits and framing Zhongliang is actually a ridiculous excuse used by the traitorous ministers to frame my military leader. They are not true. You were still young at the time and were easy to be deceived, so you always

I hate my military leader."

"My military leader understands you and will not blame you. One day, you will understand the truth of the matter."

Changkong Wuji was silent for a moment, and then he smiled with a smile on his face, pretending to be a kind elder, and said: "I haven't seen you for many years. My nephew has grown up. Uncle, I am very happy. But since nephew Chen is a famous person,

After that, why not read more than 10,000 volumes, take part in the examinations, and be nominated for the gold list like Brother Jiuyuan did? Even if you want to abandon literature and practice martial arts, you have to join a famous and upright sect. How can you join the Qingyang Sect of the Demonic Sect?

"

Changkong Wuji spoke slowly, his tone full of nostalgia for his old friend, as if he was truly a man of unparalleled benevolence and righteousness.

This gesture left people around him a little confused.

Isn't there going to be a big fight?

Why do you call yourself uncle now?

Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Yingxiong's eyes were full of surprises. They felt that Chen Xinglie's backstage was really tough. Even Changkong Wuji, who commanded a hundred thousand Xifeng Army, was Chen Xinglie's old friend.

Li Qinglian was also filled with surprise.

Chen Xinglie was extremely shameless.

In Chen Xinglie's opinion, what Changkong Wuji just said was just nonsense, and he couldn't even believe the punctuation marks.

uncle?

This Changkong Wuji is really shameless to the extreme.

If this person is killed with a big sword, I wonder what kind of secret treasure the big sword can be promoted to. Can it be promoted from a yellow-level mid-level secret treasure to a mysterious-level secret treasure?

Or cross the Xuan level and directly become an Earth level secret treasure?

Changkong Wuji’s life is probably not that valuable, right?

Chen Xinglie was silently calculating in his heart, looking at Changkong Wuji quietly with cold eyes, waiting for his next performance.

Changkong Wuji's martial arts momentum continued to rise, but he had no intention of taking action immediately.

He looked at Zhao Yumeng, then at Chen Xinglie, pretending to sigh, and said: "Since nephew Chen Xian has a deep friendship with the disciples of Tushan Sect, why don't I, my uncle, edit a book and write a letter of recommendation to recommend you to Tushan Sect?

How about learning from a teacher?"

Join Tushan Sect?

Chen Xinglie shook his head, his eyes were cold, but with a smile on his face, he said: "I won't bother you with the matter of apprenticeship and learning."

Changkong Wuji seemed to be filled with emotion, and sighed: "It's so similar! It's really similar! Your character is very arrogant, and you really look like Brother Jiuyuan back then. My uncle won't force me to learn from you.

You. However, since I am your elder, if your nephew has any difficulties, you must tell me."

"Okay." Chen Xinglie put his hands into his sleeves without leaving a trace. There was a chrysanthemum arrow charm hidden in the palm of his left hand. He said with a smile on his face: "I just have something that I want to trouble you with."

Changkong Wuji smiled and said, "My dear nephew, please tell me."

Chen Xinglie said: "I want to borrow something."

Changkong Wuji laughed and said: "My army leader and brother Jiuyuan once lived and died together on the battlefield, and we are close friends. The word 'borrow' is not allowed to be mentioned by a good nephew again. As long as my uncle has it,

Uncle will give it all to you."

Chen Xinglie praised: "As expected of the leader of Xifeng Army, he is so heroic!"

Changkong Wuji said proudly: "My nephew, just speak!"

The two of them were talking to each other.

The elders are kind and the younger ones are gentle.

The whole scene looked extremely warm.

Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Junjie were confused about the situation and thought that the night banquet would turn into a "large-scale family recognition scene." The two of them already stood up with their wine glasses in hand, preparing to find an opportunity to show off in front of Changkong Wuji.

Toast a glass of wine, get familiar with each other, and get along well with each other.

However, what Chen Xinglie said next made Zhen Yingxiong and Zhen Yingxiong weak and fell to the ground in shock!

Li Qinglian was so shocked that the wine jar in her hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces with a bang.

"I want to... borrow the military master's head!"

Chen Xinglie's tone was still calm, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Changkong Wuji's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "My nephew is joking."

"No."

Chen Xinglie shook his head and said, "I am serious."

Changkong Wuji flicked the crescent halberd in his hand, and a strong wind rolled around his body, saying: "My dear nephew, don't make any mistakes!"

Changkong Wuji shook his halberd, and more than a dozen soldiers drew their swords from their sheaths and roared angrily.

"kill!"

The swords in the hands of the sergeants were all secret treasures of martial arts. Suddenly, the whole hall shone with cold light, a tragic aura of battlefield battles, gathering into evil aura, like wolf smoke billowing, and the faint sound of tens of thousands of people shouting for death could be heard...

Military formation!

A unique martial arts killing formation in the military.

"This is a private matter between my military leader and my nephew. Please step back and don't interfere!"

Changkong Wuji held the spurge in his left hand and made a retreat gesture with his right hand.

More than a dozen soldiers sheathed their swords and took half a step back.

Guan Shanyuan retreated with the sergeant, covering the wound on his shoulder, and said: "No wonder the military leader has guarded the northwest for more than ten years. He has good political leadership and people, and everything is prosperous. I have always heard that the military leader has unparalleled benevolence and virtue. When I saw him today, he

I know this is true!"

Changkong Wuji shook his head and sighed: "Even an outsider like you can see the benevolence of my military lord, but this wise nephew of my military lord has never understood my good intentions and actually wants to chop off my head.

!”

Guan Shanyuan echoed: "The younger generation is ignorant and should probably be taught a lesson."

"Hahahaha...this is exactly what I want!"

Changkong Wuji raised his head and laughed, his body as tall as an iron tower tilted forward and back, and the iron armor plates on his body hit each other, making a clanking sound.

“You can’t become talented without fighting!”

After Changkong Wuji finished laughing, he pointed his halberd at Chen Xinglie and said: "My nephew and the daughter of Marquis Wu'an have been engaged for a long time. Now you will both grow up, and it won't be long before you get married. But if you

Now that this posture appears in Wu'anhou's mansion, I am afraid that Wu'anhou will beat him out with a stick! Instead of being beaten by outsiders, it is better for your nephew to be trained and trained by my uncle first. Your uncle is your elder, and it does not count if you are beaten.

Shameful..."

Chen Xinglie already had a piece of chrysanthemum arrow talisman in his hand, and was about to take action when he suddenly heard Changkong Wuji talking about this, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Marquis Wu'an!

engagement?

Why is this still happening?

There seems to be no such scene in my memory...

However, Chen Xinglie thought about it and realized it: in the past two years, Changkong Wuji took advantage of the old emperor's serious illness to join forces with the Marquis of Wu'an, plotting to usurp the throne, and entered the imperial capital. The Marquis of Wu'an died in battle on the spot, and everyone was searched

Behead, Changkong Wuji led Xifeng's army back to the northern border, split the soil and became king, separatist one side...

The Marquis of Wu'an is dead, so the engagement and so on will naturally disappear.

As for why Changkong Wuji mentioned this?

Naturally, he wanted to use this matter to show his goodwill to those ministers who were closely related to Chen Jiuyuan in the past, so as to win over people's hearts...

Chen Xinglie was too lazy to think about such things.

The thought of conflicts and intrigues in the court makes me upset.

How can such dirty things compare to the pleasure of being in the devil's way?

You can use all kinds of plots and tricks...

I'll kill him with one sword!

If he can't be killed with one sword, add a chrysanthemum arrow talisman.

Cum!

Cum!

Chen Xinglie held the chrysanthemum arrow talisman and secretly aimed at it, but his sight was blocked by Zhao Yumeng.

Fairy Yumeng of Tushan Sect, when Changkong Wuji pointed at Chen Xinglie with a halberd, she blocked Chen Xinglie behind her. At the same time, she used the secret technique of sound transmission to say to Chen Xinglie: "A month ago, Mr. Chen broke the

The mystery in the womb has awakened the memories of many lifetimes, and I have obtained the martial arts inheritance from the past. My strength is definitely far inferior to what it used to be. This battle will be fought by Zhu Er. Didn’t I agree to let Zhu Er test the sword? "

Chen Xinglie's eyes narrowed.

It turns out that Zhao Yumeng has seen through my cultivation level a long time ago.

However, although Fairy Yumeng could see that my cultivation level was not high, she recognized my long-standing friendship with her. Otherwise, when Changkong Wuji raised the halberd, Zhao Yumeng would not have stepped forward to block my path.

seat in front.

This is a good thing!

Chen Xinglie felt a touch of warmth in his heart.

Buzzing…

A roar like a bell came from the window.

Cao Bi jumped out of the window on the 18th floor of Feiyun Building.

"Wait a minute, do it!"

Cao Bi shouted loudly, and as soon as he landed in the hall, he cupped his hands towards Changkong Wuji and said: "Master Changkong, please do it slowly. If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Changkong Wuji glanced at him and said coldly: "Before I came here, I went to Qingyun Peak and said hello to Sect Master Cao. Now, what's going on with Sect Master Cao? Could it be that I'm here to teach you a lesson?"

My own nephew must also obtain the permission of your Sect Master Cao?"

"Military Lord, you misunderstood." Cao Bi shook his head, glanced at Chen Xinglie who was standing behind Zhao Yumeng, used his secret voice transmission technique, and said quietly: "Military Lord, does he know why Zhao Yumeng wants to protect Chen Xinglie?"

Changkong Wuji said nonchalantly: "Love and love between young people are nothing."

"The military leader doesn't know something."

Cao Bi quickly sent a message and explained: "A few days ago, Chen Xinglie went to the King Kong Sect alone and had a fight with Zhao Yumeng. With Zhao Yumeng's strength, in front of Chen Xinglie, he was unable to make a second sword strike. He could only play a zither song.

Only then did I maintain my innocence. However, judging from the current situation, I am afraid that Chen Xinglie has completely surrendered..."

Cao Bijiang explained in detail what he knew.

Changkong Wuji became more and more shocked as he listened, and said: "Sect Master Cao! If you deceive me, do you know the consequences?"

Cao Bi sent a message and said: "If the military leader doesn't believe it, just leave Feiyun Tower and go to the Vajra Sect. Find someone at random and you will know if it is true or false."

Changkong Wuji's face froze.

At this time, Changkong Wuji's eyes when he looked at Chen Xinglie had changed. His eyes were full of vigilance, and he thought to himself: "It is rumored that Zhao Yumeng's strength is not weaker than that of the master of Tushan Sect. I rely on my mysterious skills to

, Zhao Yumeng still has the strength to fight in a single fight. But this Chen Xinglie makes Zhao Yumeng unable to strike the second sword... If this is really the case, this army leader must not be Chen Xinglie's opponent!"

Cao Bi continued to send messages and advised: "Military Commander, please think twice before acting."

"snort!"

Changkong Wuji held the crescent halberd, slammed the end of the halberd pole into the ground, and said coldly: "My army leader has other important matters, and I must rush back to Xifeng Army immediately. I will come back to you when I am done with my work."

My nephew is reminiscing about old times. My nephew has an important meeting with me, the military leader, so I might as well come to Xifeng Army..."

Xifeng's army has 100,000 soldiers and many masters.

Even an expert at the level of a land god would be hard-pressed to save his life once surrounded by a hundred thousand elite troops.

Changkong Wuji asked himself that Chen Xinglie did not dare to go to Xifeng's army to cause trouble for him.

However, Changkong Wuji did not expect that Chen Xinglie was not going to let him go tonight.

"Ju'er, let's go."

Chen Xinglie raised his hand and put it on Zhao Yumeng's shoulder, gently pushing her aside.

Zhao Yumeng had never been in such close contact with a man. She couldn't help but blush, her eyes were a little dazed, and she looked at Chen Xinglie intently.

"good."

Chen Xinglie said warmly: "Don't block me from killing people..."