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Wang Shouming nodded and said, "You will know soon."

At this moment, a cavalry galloped in the distance.

About 200 riders, wearing golden armor, holding golden spears, galloping on horseback, full of momentum.

Ye Nanxin immediately felt a pressure rushing towards his face.

"Here we come!" Zheng Zimu said.

After the cavalry approached, they gradually slowed down and stopped in front of everyone.

"Third Master, Fourth Master!" The leading middle-aged man got off his horse and shouted to Zheng Zimu and Zheng Zishan.

Zheng Zishan nodded slightly and said, "Where's your father?"

"It's right behind." The middle-aged man said.

The cavalry moved out of the way, and a carriage slowly came from behind.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the white-haired old man got out of the car with a kind smile on his face.

"I didn't expect the old man to go to the battlefield one day, hehe."

Zheng Ziming looked at the continuous army formation and said with a light smile.

"Brother, you are late, the old guys from Bailianzong have all appeared on the stage." Zheng Zimu said.

Zheng Ziming gave him a sideways glance and said, "Then what are you waiting for, go and meet those old friends."

"Brother, the three of us may not be able to beat the six of them." Zheng Zimu said.

Zheng Ziming said: "If we can't beat it, let's run away and let them all go and besiege that kid Zheng Qingsong."

When everyone heard the words, their heads were filled with black lines.

At your age, you can't speak harsh words.

"Brother, now is not the time to joke around." Zheng Zishan said.

Zheng Ziming leaned on crutches, walked forward, and said: "Let's go, the grievances between the royal family and Bailianzong should also be resolved."

Everyone stopped talking and followed him towards the front of the formation.

As they moved forward, the atmosphere in the room became more and more solemn.

What they will face next is a tough battle.

The difference in strength between the two sides is not small.

Chapter 169 Battle of the Grandmasters

On the battlefield, the horn sounded again, and a new round of attack was launched again.

Countless Jingying soldiers flocked to Bailianzong again like a tide.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sound of shouting and killing.

"Master, the disciples are almost unstoppable."

On the city wall, Gu Yuan said with a heavy face.

Xin Yuanchen looked up at the Bailianzong disciples who were fighting around, and said, "Go and help them, you are not needed here."

Gu Yuan glanced at the six old men behind Xin Yuanchen, and nodded slightly.

In terms of the number of masters, the Hundred Refining Sect is far superior to the royal family, but in terms of the number of troops, the Hundred Refining Sect is far inferior to the imperial court, so it is only natural to use the Grandmasters to make up for the gap in the army.

"Fifth Junior Brother and Seventh Junior Brother, you go to the East Gate, and Fourth Junior Brother and I go to the West Gate." Gu Yuan arranged.

Then he frowned and said, "By the way, where did Second Junior Brother go?"

He suddenly found that Ji Ming was not here.

"I didn't see Second Senior Brother." Lu Mo said.

Shen Ying's heart moved slightly, but she didn't speak.

He has been observing Ji Ming for the past few days, but unfortunately he has not gained anything. Whether it is appearance, voice, habits, etc., he is exactly the same as Ji Ming before.

He is still not sure whether this Ji Ming is real or not.

Gu Yuan frowned and said, "Leave him alone, let's go."

With that said, he walked west along the city wall.

After they left, Xin Yuanchen looked up at the figure in the distance of the battlefield.

"Zheng Qingsong is a rare emperor, what a pity."

"It's up to you to do it."

Six old men came out behind him, stepping out of the city gate tower, and the mighty power burst out suddenly.

The six late master masters exuded a strong power, mighty and mighty, sweeping the entire battlefield like a gust of wind.

Suddenly, the soldiers and warriors who were still fighting below felt a chill.

Immediately afterwards, a golden sound sounded, and the soldiers of the Beijing camp who were attacking the city receded like a tide.

In the distance, among the army.

Yu Zhaobo looked at the six figures in the midair, and a gleam flashed in his wise eyes.

"Are there only six? It seems that the task has been completed." He whispered.

Beside him, a general in battle armor shook his head and said, "It's not enough, Patriarch Yu, we have to hold back other grandmasters."

Yu Zhaobo nodded slightly.

"Decree to intensify the attack on the west gate and east gate. Leave the south gate to His Majesty."

the other side.

The three Zheng Ziming brothers couldn't help smiling when they saw the elder of Bailianzong who had fallen on the battlefield.

"Six against six, it seems okay." Zheng Ziming smiled gently.

The three brothers plus Wang Shouming made exactly six of them.

However, Wang Shouming shook his head and said, "Nan Xin is only at the early stage of the master, so it's better not to play."

Ye Nanxin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face was a little ugly.

But he did not object.

These previous elders of Bailianzong are all old antiques who have lived for hundreds of years, and their strength is unfathomable.

Take out one at random, he is not an opponent.

"Leave the two oldest ones to me." Ximen Chuuxue said.

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

Although they all felt that Ximen Chuuxue was very strong, they didn't think that Ximen Chuuxue could defeat the two oldest ones.

Under the master, the older the body, the weaker the body, and the cultivation level will also decline.

But above the master, it's just the opposite, the older you get, the stronger you get.

As long as they haven't completely died of old age, the stronger the true energy in their bodies, the stronger the condensed momentum.

The two oldest people are the elders of the previous generation of Bailianzong. They have lived for more than 150 years, and they have almost reached the end of the life of the master.

"Little friend Ximen, now is not the time to ask for help. If it doesn't work, I can hold the two of you back." Wang Shouming persuaded.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him calmly, and said, "Your strength is not as good as mine."

Wang Shouming shuddered.

Although this is the truth, it will embarrass the old man if you say it like this.

Ximen Chuuxue ignored the embarrassed Wang Shouming, but stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the opposite side.

He was going to kill people, to kill two masters at the peak.

There was a strange light in his usual indifferent eyes, as if in his eyes, this was a sacred thing.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but look at him.

His figure in white clothes like snow slowly walked across the battlefield where corpses were strewn across the field and blood flowed like rivers.

"This little friend Ximen is stronger than you?" Zheng Zimu asked strangely.

Wang Shouming looked at Ximen Chuuxue's back and nodded.

"He is the strongest swordsman this old man has ever seen."

Since then.

The four also stepped onto the battlefield.

Whether Ximen Chuuxue is strong or not will soon be known.

At this time, all the soldiers on the battlefield have already retreated, leaving only a mess of corpses.

Eleven grandmasters stood facing each other, with a heavy aura weighing on everyone's hearts.

"One of you is missing? Does anyone want a pair of two?"

An old man from Bailianzong said.

Wang Shouming and the others looked at Ximen Chuuxue.

And Ximen Chuuxue looked at the two oldest ones on the opposite side, showing fiery eyes, which was a kind of fiery pursuit of kendo.

"Since Xiaoyou Ximen wants a one-on-two, we will grant him, haha~~" Wang Shouming laughed.

The whole person is dazzling.

He came with his hands behind his back, his whole body was agitated, and the Confucian shirt on his body was rattling.

Take one step.

The awe-inspiring spirit burst out majesticly.

"Jing Yuancheng, you will be my opponent."

He looked at an old man opposite and said.

"Confucian Haoran, hehe, that's fine." The old man was smiling, his sunken eyes gleaming.

For practitioners, fighting is the most beautiful thing, and the moment of defeating the opponent is the most brilliant and brilliant.

The two looked at each other, slowly left the center, and fought together not far away.

Wang Shouming hung in the air, above his thin body, bursting out with a majestic aura.

The mouth is like a river, and the tongue is full of lotus flowers.

The majestic aura vibrates in the sky.

"The poem says: Cranes crow in Jiugao, and their sound is heard in the sky. Fish lie in the Zhu, or hide in the abyss. In the garden of Lebi, there are sandalwood trees, and there are scorpions under it. The stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade..."

The mighty voice overwhelms everything.

Faintly, there was a crane chirping, clear and high-spirited.

There are swimming fish diving deep in the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.

There are sandalwood trees rising from the ground, covering the sky and the sun.

Some rocks rolled down to the ground, shaking the surrounding fields.

At the same time, the three Zheng Ziming brothers also fought with their respective opponents.

For a time, the battlefield was full of mighty power.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at the two people in front of him, and said slowly: "Let me see your swordsmanship."

"Young man, you are too arrogant." said the old man.

Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Ximen Chuuxue's one-on-two.

Ximen Chuuxue held the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said: "At this moment, I only want a battle, a battle of life and death. If you are only one person, I can't let me feel the breath of death."

It was rare for him to say such a long sentence, not for anything else, just to persuade the two of them to go all out.