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Zheng Ming pursed his lips and smiled.

It is understandable that Zheng Ziming has scruples in his heart. After all, the more powerful he shows, the more ambitious he will show.

Although Zheng Qingsong's death had nothing to do with him, it was true that he did not help Zheng Qingsong.

In fact, this is not his fault. At that time, the power under his command was not so strong.

But Zheng Ziming and the others didn't know this. They only knew that Zheng Ming had great power, but they didn't help Zheng Qingsong.

As for why he didn't help Zheng Qingsong, it was naturally for the throne.

That is to say, the evidence that King Su poisoned Zheng Qingsong was conclusive, otherwise they would all suspect that Zheng Ming did it.

"They're here." Zheng Ming looked up at Xin Yuanchen and the others who were walking slowly.

"Come on, let's go too."

Long Zhuo walked forward slowly, and everyone followed.

The bright sunlight fell on Long Yu, covering Zheng Ming with a thin layer of golden light.

Behind them, thousands of soldiers looked at Zheng Ming, who was approached by the dragon, with reverence in their eyes.

The greatest effect of the Emperor on the battlefield should be to improve morale.

For them, the dragon flag is the will, the dragon is the belief, and the people of the dragon are the targets they serve.

Long Zhuo stopped slowly, and the distance between the two sides was tens of meters.

Zheng Ming looked at Xin Yuanchen, but Xin Yuanchen looked at Ximen Chuuxue.

Well, Zheng Ming, the emperor, is probably not as important to Xin Yuanchen as Ximen Chuuxue.

As for the old master.

Standing behind Long Yu, rubbing against the shade brought by Long Yu's canopy.

The key is that he does not leak a breath, as if he is really an ordinary person.

Chapter 183 Ximen Fuxue VS Xin Yuanchen

Xin Yuanchen's eyes moved away from Ximen Chuuxue, and slowly passed everyone around Zheng Ming.

"Little emperor, it seems that you have hidden a lot of strength."

He was talking about Six Sword Slaves.

Zheng Ming sat on Long Yu, looked down at him, and said, "Little Emperor! I really don't like this title."

"Really? Compared with the old man, you can only be called a small character, even your father is the same." Xin Yuanchen actually relied on the old to sell the old.

Zheng Ming's expression turned cold, and he said, "When you die, I believe no one will dare to call me that again."

"That's not necessarily true." Xin Yuanchen said.

Zheng Ming raised his head, looked at the majestic Bailian City, and said softly: "I will sit here and watch the destruction of this city, and the destruction of the Bailian Sect that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"Do you know why I came here in person?"

Xin Yuanchen frowned slightly, he felt that Zheng Ming was a little too confident.

Do you really think that a few more masters will be able to dominate their Bailianzong?

"You want to prove that you are stronger than your father!"

Zheng Ming shook his head, and said: "I don't need to compare with my father, and naturally I don't need to prove it."

suddenly.

A smile spread across his face.

"I just want to see how much wealth your Bailianzong has. It has been passed down for thousands of years, so you must have accumulated a lot of wealth."

Is Bailianzong rich?

That is absolute.

Dali has to offer them [-]% of the tax revenue every year, it would be strange if they have no money.

Support one family with the power of one country.

Bailianzong is much richer than the royal family.

Liwei, ransacked the house.

These two are the purpose of Zheng Ming's coming here.

"If you want to see it, the old man can take you there, but you need to join Bailianzong." Xin Yuanchen sneered.

Zheng Ming spread his hands and leaned on the soft backrest.

"You don't need to bring it, I can go by myself."

"Under the whole world, is it the king's land, and the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers. This is my country from now on, and I can see it whenever I want."

Xin Yuanchen narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an icy chill.

"Little Emperor, you are very confident and courageous, haha."

"Of course." Zheng Ming said.

"Okay, let's not talk nonsense with you, let's start."

"Ximen Sword God!"

Zheng Ming looked at Ximen Chuuxue.

Ximen Chuuxue nodded slightly and stepped out of the queue.

Zheng Ming looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was dressed in white, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Ruxue's pale clothes, side face, and loneliness give people a feeling of independence in troubled times.

Knowing the alpine environment, I prefer the alpine environment.

This is his sword god, a person who only loves swords.

Ever since Ximen Chuuxue was summoned, Zheng Ming had been looking forward to seeing his demeanor in battle with his own eyes, and now he finally got his wish.

For this battle, Ximen Chuuxue prepared for a long time. He fasted for three days and bathed in incense.

It felt like he was going to do something very sacred next.

In his eyes, this kendo decisive battle is a very sacred thing.

"Your injury is healed?" Ximen Chuuxue looked at Xin Yuanchen and said.

"Okay!" Xin Yuanchen also looked at Ximen Chuixue and said.

"You are a real swordsman, what a pity~"

There was a bit of regret in his eyes.

It seemed that he had seen the failure of Ximen Chuuxue.

"You really want to fight?" Xin Yuanchen said again.

In fact, he didn't want to fight Ximen Chuuxue.

"En." Ximen Chuixue said.

"You may die." Xin Yuanchen said.

"There is no regret in dying." Ximen Chuixue said.

"Because of this little emperor?" Xin Yuanchen asked.

Ximen Chuuxue paused slightly.

"For the way of the sword."

Although he was loyal enough to Zheng Ming, this battle was only for his own way of swordsmanship.

Even if Zheng Ming wasn't here, he would still fight Xin Yuanchen.

Xin Yuanchen looked down at the Bailian Sword in his hand, and said, "Then let's use the sword."

"You want to experience the old man's swordsmanship, and the old man will help you."

He really felt sorry, sorry for Ximen Chuuxue.

He has lived for 300 years, and Ximen Chuuxue is the best swordsman he has ever seen, even better than himself.

But Ximen Chuuxue is too young. If Ximen Chuuxue is given another ten years, even he is far inferior to Ximen Chuuxue in the way of swordsmanship.

He recognized Ximen Chuuxue, so he felt sorry for Ximen Chuuxue.

Clang~~

The black scabbard sword was slowly drawn out, and the pale blade pointed at Xin Yuanchen.

With a dragon roar, the sword energy rushed into the sky.

The bright sunlight fell on Ximen Chuuxue's pale face.

"Please!"

He stared at Xin Yuanchen and said.

Sharp eyes looked at Xin Yuanchen's hands, face, eyes and the Bailian sword.

From behind, Zheng Ming, who was watching, couldn't help raising his spirits, sitting up straight, his eyes like torches.

"Old Heavenly Master, you have to keep an eye on Ximen Sword God, and don't let him die." He said softly.

"The way of the sword is dangerous, and I can't guarantee that it will be safe. I can only do my best." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Zheng Ming nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Zheng Ziming and the others were all staring at Ximen Chuuxue's sword closely, and they also wanted to see what Ximen Chuuxue's kendo was like.

Last time, Ximen Chuuxue only slashed with a sword, and didn't give them a chance to observe at all. They didn't want to miss it again this time.

Under the bright sunlight, two swords had already stabbed out.

The sword qi was sharp and majestic, and Zheng Ming felt palpitations just from the aura that came out.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword is like a wind, formless and erratic, it looks very random, but it is also full of incomprehensible magic.

Xin Yuanchen's sword is sharp, sharp and detached.

A radiant brilliance flashed on the blade of the sword, and the condensed sword's sharpness was revealed, as if it were a high-ranking god.

There seems to be a big difference between the two swordsmanship.

Hey~

A crisp sound.

The two swords collided, the sword body trembled, the surrounding air shook, and a sudden wind blew up.

suddenly.

The figures of the two separated again, and the sword was drawn again.

Zheng Ming lowered his head and asked softly, "Old Heavenly Master, what do you see?"

Ok.

Zheng Ming only felt that the swords of the two were very powerful, but he didn't know exactly how powerful they were.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword posture is very handsome, his white clothes are fluttering, and his sword is astonishing.

That's it.

Zhang Zhiwei raised his head and said blankly, "I don't know the way of swords either."

Zheng Ming said, he thought that the old heavenly master knew everything.Isn't it said that one method can master all methods?

While the two were talking, the battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Xin Yuanchen became fierce.

The two seemed to have turned into afterimages, colliding again and again.

The sound of sword cries is endless.

Zheng Ming widened his eyes, trying to see the figures of the two of them clearly.