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Chapter 59 Life and Death
In Ye Mansion, Ye Sucheng saw the aftermath of the battle between several great masters, destroyed several nearby pavilions, and injured some innocent people.

He got up from the rattan chair with a bang, with an indignant look on his face, cursed, and then turned to go out.

But after taking a few steps, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, and then he returned to the pavilion with a look of helplessness on his face.

"I can only watch..."

He seemed to be mocking himself, and then he didn't speak any more. He stood there and looked for a few times, then turned his eyes to the direction of the palace, and looked up at the sky again, with tears falling from the corner of his eyes.

He was weeping for these innocent people, and he was ashamed that he couldn't help.

He can't intervene, and he can't open his mouth, otherwise all living beings in this world will only suffer more.

"Oh, Wushuang, help me back to my room."

"..."

Ye Wushuang held his grandfather's hand, feeling the disordered breath in his body and the lost expression on his body, and he also understood in his heart.

In his opinion, his grandfather was not only the master of Emperor Xia, but also a Confucianist, and he was the one who pleaded for the people of the four kingdoms of the world.

Now, in the face of all this, he can't do anything, just watching is the best situation.

After sending Ye Sucheng back to the room, accompanied by the old butler, he calmed down a little, and then slowly fell asleep.

Ye Wushuang returned to the pavilion in the courtyard, but his eyes were fixed on a certain courtyard outside the Holy Palace, where there was a figure lurking beside him.

If it wasn't for his keen sense of spirit, he noticed the extraordinaryness of the things in the bronze box, maybe he didn't notice this place either.

"Xia Di hides it very deeply, and I don't know how many other methods he has."

Ye Wushuang stood in the pavilion and sighed, the situation in the world was getting more and more chaotic, full of fog, he didn't want to pay attention, he just wanted to protect the people he cared about.

And Ye Nan has already set foot on the territory of the Great Zhou Kingdom at this moment, and he personally looks for news about Wuyi, and news may come back soon.

With Ye Nan's cultivation and skill, Ye Wushuang is still confident, even at this moment compared with the No.1 Li Yanjing in Taoism, he is still a bit better than Li Yanjing.

Shenjue sensed all this, and Ye Wushuang didn't have any tendency to intervene, but just stood the Wushuang sword in his hand.

"Perhaps it's time to go out and exercise. After all, the people in the capital are innocent."

Ye Wushuang murmured to himself, changed into a set of black clothes, and picked out a white tie to tie back his hair. Then the muscles on his face shrugged and moved slowly, but his face turned into another person.

The top-level disguise technique was studied by Ye Wushuang when he was a child when he was putting on makeup for his younger sister Ye Wugou, and then the system sensed it, so he came up with such a method.

After spending millions of experience points to upgrade to the top level, such an effect appeared, changing the body and changing the appearance.

Moreover, he once used this method to change his identity in the arena, and made a lot of fame.

Today, his true identity cannot be revealed, but he can use this second identity to do what he can for the innocent people in the capital.

"It's time to go."

Ye Wushuang murmured, hiding his body shape, the divine aura flowed around his body, breaking through the space in front of him, and his body instantly appeared within a dozen miles outside the capital city.

This distance is also the furthest distance that the grand master can sense.

After arriving outside the city, Ye Wushuang adjusted his figure first, and then changed Wushuangjian's attire, then controlled his aura in the realm of a great master, and then let it out without restraint.

Here, among the opposing sides in the capital, great masters are constantly joining and withdrawing from the battlefield. Everyone present is calm and focused, paying attention to the changes in the field.

Then, everyone felt a fierce sword intent coming from outside Yingtian Mansion, and the hearts of the people belonging to both sides tensed up.

This aura makes many people feel like they are on their backs, and my cultivation is definitely not weak, perhaps even surpassing many great masters.

Although both sides have their own injuries, they are very restrained. Only the victory and defeat have not yet reached the point of life and death.

The arrival of Ye Wushuang undoubtedly stirred up the hearts of the great masters on both sides.

After all, at this time, another great master came over, and when the enemy and friends were unknown, neither side wanted the other side to add more help.

In the distance above the streets of Yingtianfu, a figure stepped into the air, and the fierce sword intent emanating from his body made people dare not look directly at it.

"Who is this! Why did you arrive at this moment?"

"Brother Zhao, do you know which great master is coming at this moment?"

"Let's have a look first, but this person's strength is indeed very strong!"

"Come here, look at the face, do you recognize me!"

"Black clothes, white belts, silver swords, cold and unrefined demeanor, I think I understand who this person is..."

"Quickly tell me who it is!"

"Ten years ago, the great master who disappeared, the northern swordsman, Li Xiaoyao!"

"Hiss! It's him!"

"It was him..."

"It's actually him!"

"........."

The many masters watching below, as well as the innate masters, were well-informed and guessed who was coming by relying on their appearance.

After hearing this name, many eyes showed a look of awe.

After all, Li Xiaoyao, the northern swordsman in front of him, was really too strong.

"There have been rumors that the northern swordsman who disappeared for ten years has appeared. I thought it was fake. Now I know it's true."

"Don't talk, just watch quietly! Talk too much!"

"........."

Ye Wushuang's arrival stunned the many fighting grandmasters in the arena. Even people from various schools of thought couldn't help frowning when they heard the reputation of Li Xiaoyao, a swordsman from the north.

After all, his strength is indeed unmatched by anyone. Even Wuye and Li Yanjing, who were fighting, heard it and couldn't help but stop their hands at the same time. Then they paused for a moment and looked here at the same time.

"I don't know what Li Daoyou is doing here?"

Among the hundreds of schools of thought, only those with the realm of great masters came out, saluted Ye Wushuang, and then asked.

Ye Wushuang glanced at the people watching around, and then said in a cold and sharp tone: "It's boring, it's just to watch the show."

Everyone was a little dumbfounded when they heard this, but only people from various schools of thought could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You all fight your own way, I won't interfere!"

Ye Wushuang said something, and then holding the sword, he moved closer to the five great masters belonging to the court, showing his attitude.

After a pause, the fight started again.

The sword energy spread all over the sky, and the iron sword in Li Yanjing's hand was finally unsheathed. The seemingly ordinary sword exuded infinite sword intent, and also displayed unimaginable terrifying power.

The sword energy is like rain, moistening things silently but extremely terrifying.

Wuye didn't dare to underestimate him, and his expression became a little dignified.

He glanced around, and at this moment, although several great masters were fighting together, they did not have the tendency to fight to the death, which was not what he wanted to achieve.

He must provoke these great masters to kill people from all schools of thought as soon as possible.

"I hope it will be as expected..."

Wuye said to himself, facing the rain of swords in the sky, a short blade as black as night also showed its true form in his hand.

The sword rain cast by Li Yanjing came towards Wuye, and every drop of sword rain was a sword full of murderous aura.

Fearless at all nights, with the dark blade in his hand, while moving his feet, the speed of the dark blade in his hand is extremely fast. Every time he hits it, he will inevitably collide with a drop of sword rain and then destroy it.

Although the drizzle was terrifying, Wuye's speed seemed to exceed the limit. With his speed, within a few breaths, he forcibly destroyed nearly [-]% of Jian Yu.

However, his consumption is also great.

He took a few breaths, adjusted his breath, and his breath calmed down again.

"You are a good opponent!"

Li Yanjing saw that Wuye had broken his own attack, and he held a sword flower with the iron sword in his hand, and then spoke.

"You are also very strong!"

Wuye said with the same serious eyes.

After many fights, Wuye understood in his heart that the strength of Li Yanjing in front of him might be on par with him. If he had restrained him, the battle tonight might not have risen to a battle of life and death.

"We must think of a way!"

The thought in Wu Ye's mind turned, he must provoke people from all schools of thought to kill these great masters, as long as any one of them falls here.

Then this battle is not a decisive battle, but life and death.

"Bah..."

The Wushuang sword in his hand trembled, knocking away a drop of Jianyu that had been missed. Ye Wushuang also looked at Wuye and Li Yanjing who were confronting each other.

They have each found the way that suits them best, if not for the restriction of this world, perhaps they have also glimpsed the mystery of the divine realm.

And with the passage of time, everyone in the field continued to shoot, and then retreated, and the wheel battle had already begun, consuming each other's strength.

"It's finally time to start..."

On the edge of the battlefield, Ye Wushuang felt the hidden figure not far ahead.

Finally, the great masters in the Holy Palace continued to fight, and the number of people decreased, and they touched the front of the Holy Palace little by little.

Taking advantage of everyone's inadvertent moment, the figure has merged into the black shadow under the pillar.

"Whoosh..."

There was a sound that was so slight that there was almost no sound, and only Ye Wushuang noticed it. Under the eyes of many great masters, a figure floated across the corridor and slowly approached the Holy Palace under cover.

The shadow didn't alarm anyone, and slid in through the crack of the door of the Holy Palace.

Although Ye Wushuang was waving the sword in his hand and constantly resolving the aftermath leaked by the great masters, his mind was all in the Holy Palace.

He also wanted to know what was contained in the bronze box that made him feel emotional.

On the other side, Wang Yongnian looked around the empty Holy Palace, his aura was hidden by him, he didn't dare to make any abnormalities, and he didn't dare to make any mistakes.

Carrying the bronze box handed over by Emperor Xia, he walked around a long distance and came to the statue of the most holy teacher step by step.

"It's about to start..."

Ye Wushuang murmured in his heart, and the movements of his hands eased a little.

In the most holy palace, Wang Yongnian, who had successfully arrived in front of the statue of the most holy teacher, did not hesitate at all. He kept Xiadi's order in mind, and the moment he called the bronze box, he was not curious about what was in the box. He threw it, and then desperately used his own means of escape to escape.

"town!"

The next moment, when dozens of great masters were fighting with each other, a voice that seemed to come from the nine heavens resounded throughout the entire world.

An indifferent and majestic voice sounded from the Holy Palace, and an incomparable golden light illuminated the entire Holy Palace.

Everyone was stunned, including Ye Wushuang. He didn't expect that after Wang Yongnian threw out the contents of the bronze box, a phantom of Confucianism suddenly appeared in the statue of the most holy teacher. The object thrown from the bronze box was turned into dust, and he didn't even have time to see what it was.

All the great masters were startled, because after the voice spoke just now, none of them could resist the momentum, and they all fell into the void and fell to the ground everywhere in the streets and alleys.

After the shock, there was unparalleled enthusiasm!

They knew what it was, and they knew what they were after, and it was within reach.

"Killed!"

"Grandmaster Fuwei is dead..."

"........."

The next moment, a sound of panic sounded, and the great masters scattered all over gathered to the place where the sound came from.

An embarrassed figure knelt down on the ground, a sharp sword pierced through his chest, and in front of him was a great master who was a member of a hundred schools of thought, staring at his hand in astonishment.

His sword pierced Grandmaster Fuwei's chest.

And in front of him, all the great masters saw that the great masters of all schools had already started killing people, and the situation had fallen into a worse situation.

Nobody wants to die.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"........."

A voice full of infinite fanaticism sounded, and the great masters all around raised their weapons one after another as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and moved towards the great master of the hundred schools who was still standing in front.

No one noticed that a ray of light, as light as night, also passed through the attacks of many great masters in an instant, and slashed across the body of the great master of the strategist.

Then, the attacks of seven or eight great masters came one after another, and all of them fell on the body of some great master.

"puff……"

Spit out a mouthful of blood, as strong as a grand master, and at this moment he has no power to fight back.

"Senior brother!"

"..."

A terrified voice came from the front, and a figure witnessed his junior brother being killed by seven or eight great masters, and he was powerless to fight back.

This scene made him heartbroken!

"what!"

"I want you all to die!"

"........."

Angry, he covered his junior brother's body that was gradually spurting blood, looked at the unwillingness in his pupils, opened his mouth slightly, and seemed to be saying something, but he didn't make a sound, and he didn't hear clearly.

A sense of sadness filled his heart.

"Those who dare to kill me, Guigu Zongheng, can only pay with blood!"

With a loud shout, the long sword in his hand neighed, and without saying a word, he rushed towards the great masters in front of him.

The great masters of the other schools of thought who were following behind looked at each other, then their eyes sank, and they all rushed forward.

Ye Wushuang stood in the distance, watching the great masters who fought together harder and harder, and their dead hands became more and more ruthless, he couldn't help but sighed, then swung the long sword in his hand, and moved his figure, trying to protect the building below.

"Only fighting that is truly full of life and death is a battle!"

In the Great Summer Palace, Emperor Xia looked at the Grand Master flying in the sky with admiration in his eyes.

Wang Yongnian has already returned, but his breath is a little sluggish, and even the corner of his mouth is stained with blood.

Emperor Xia just meowed, then nodded slightly.

His goal has been achieved, so just wait slowly, within three years, the whole world will be changed by him.

　This is the first time I write a book seriously, thank you for your support!

　　
　
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