"Go quickly"

Dugu Yifang suddenly threw a white teacup that was still steaming.

Suddenly, the butler's head was opened on the spot, and his face was covered with blood. In addition, his ugly appearance seemed to be no different from a ghost at first glance.

"roll"

Dugu Yifang was in a bad mood and became even more bored when he saw this scene.

“Yes, yes…”

The butler covered his head and rolled out. He couldn't figure out why the city lord was angry.

"well"

Dugu Yifang sat on the chair with a depressed face, motionless, as if his whole body had been pulled away.

He had a secret that no one knew, that is, he was not the real Dugu Yifang at all, and the real Dugu Yifang had long disappeared.

For a long time, because he pretended to be Dugu Yifang and was the Sword Saint's younger brother, he had to live alone for so many years without a top expert.

After spending so many years, he has good qualifications and has learned the martial arts books of the Dugu family. His martial arts skills have improved rapidly. Although he is not as bad as Dugu Yifang before, it is not bad.

However, when he met a top master, he still felt guilty. Of course, what made him feel guilty was that he saw the Sword Saint, who was afraid that the Sword Saint with the highest martial arts skills would see through him and kill him.

"Oh, lord, where are you?"

Dugu Yifang muttered to himself, and the gods belonged to him.

"City Lord, it's not good, the Ming Cult has attacked in."

Several anxious voices came from outside the house.

Dugu Yifang flew out like a cannonball, passing over a dozen ancient and atmospheric buildings, standing on a roof facing the street, and just saw thousands of people breaking into Wushuang City. These people, especially the hundreds in front of them, all had superb martial arts skills and had no blood. They occupied most of the city.

"If you don't kill one person, you will take my Wushuang City. This is the Ming Cult. Why have you never heard of such a powerful sect before?"

Dugu Yifang drew his sword in his hand, looking puzzled. With the strength of the Wushuang City he owned in China, he had never received any news about the Ming Cult before.

"The Lord of Dugu City, Zhang Wuji of Ming Cult came to visit."

A handsome young man in green with a decent temperament fell from the sky, with red lips and white teeth, and his clothes on his chest were slightly raised. A discerning person could tell at a glance that he was dressed as a man.

"You! Female"

No matter what, Dugu Yifang never expected that in the past ten days, Wushuang City was defeated step by step, and his century-long foundation was destroyed, the deputy leader of the Ming Cult, was a handsome woman.

He has been a city lord for so many years, and he has seen many handsome women. He is the first to see such a beautiful woman.

"Woman, what's wrong?"

The handsome young man, also known as Hu Erniang, took out a finely crafted paper fan from his sleeve and slapped it with a smile on his face. The handsome young man, the image of a world-leading and independent person, appeared on the paper.

"Do you know who my brother is?"

Dugu Yifang threw out the sword saint Dugu Jian and scared Hu Erniang. At this time, he could not do anything except say this. There were too many people coming from the other party. If he went up like this, the other party could pile him up and he could die.

"I know, Sword Saint!"

Hu Erniang raised her empty left hand indifferently and pressed down. She had done this action hundreds of times in the past ten days.

The Ming Cultists and the people who were conquered these days rushed forward.
Chapter completed!