A name directly suppressed Qi Xing, who had been arrogant before. He was not an idiot. The reason why he dared to come to the Jianggong to provoke was that he heard that the masters of the Jianggong were not in Jian'an, so he dared to be so unscrupulous.
Zuo Tingyun stood quietly in the scene, like a peerless swordsman. When all the students of Jianggong heard his name, they were stunned. Some people were even so excited that they couldn't help themselves, as if they saw themselves respecting for many years. idol.
Unlike others, Zuo Tingyun rarely stays in the General Palace, but goes out to walk. The so-called three young masters of the General Palace, except for Feng Chen, who is the most legendary one, is Zuo Tingyun. It's not Ren Qiubai, who ranks second.
Kill one person in ten steps, and do not stay for a thousand miles.
It is no longer suitable to describe Zuo Tingyun. His reputation was entirely paved by the life of others. And when he died under his hands, he was full of famous figures. The nightmare of genius, he almost became a demon. Synonyms for this, some strong people would rather meet Ziweitian’s master than meet this god of killing.
"Hmph, what Zuo Tingyun, I want to try how much you have,"
Wuda, who had been standing next to Qi Xing, saw that he had been stagnant and seemed to be scared. He snorted coldly, jumped, and rushed towards Zuo Tingyun.
"Boom..."
Wuda came from the Korqin Dynasty. The people there were strong customs, and warriors were even more famous for their strength. Wuda's punch hit, and his strong muscles were shaking violently. A powerful force burst out from it. The sound of breaking through the air resounded through the sky, with amazing momentum.
Wuda punched out, and the powerful aura directly locked Zuo Tingyun. A gust of wind rose up flat on the ground and ravaged all directions, directly crushing some stones on the ground into pieces.
Under the powerful aura, Zuo Tingyun was motionless, and Wuda's momentum could not affect him at all.
Wuda snorted coldly, as if angry at Zuo Tingyun's contemptuous attitude. He took action one after another, and a pair of iron fists made the air rumbling, and airflows were like dragons dancing in the sky, locking Zuo Tingyun firmly.
Zuo Tingyun suddenly moved, his movement was very simple, raised his palm and pointed at the sky.
“Buzz…”
A stream of air suddenly shot up, and the sharp aura burst out was enough to tear the sky, cutting everyone's skin hurt, and a hint of chill in my heart.
"Cheer..."
Where the air flowed, Wuda's fist was shattered, and it could not stop it at all. Wuda was even worse. A blood hole suddenly appeared in the shoulder blade, and blood gushed out, flew backwards, and fell to the ground. .
"hiss..."
Seeing this scene, everyone took a breath of cold air, and Qi Xing was even more so, his eyes full of fear.
Zuo Tingyun slowly withdrew his fingers, then his eyes moved and fell on Qi Xing in the front.
Seeing Zuo Tingyun's eyes falling on him, Qi Xing suddenly felt cold from head to toe, but before he could speak, a sharp energy had already penetrated the air and hit him hard. Body.
"puff..."
A blood arrow was spewing out, and the sharp sword energy was raging in Qi Xing's meridians, and the severe pain almost made him scream.
"Where do you think the palace is, and any small character dares to come and play wildly,"
Zuo Tingyun's tone was cold, which made Qi Xingru fall into an ice cellar.
"I'm just here to find an explanation. Besides, I'm from the Kongsang Dynasty, you can't kill me," Qi Xing said with a tough bullet.
"I killed more people than you have ever eaten. Do you think I would mind one more?"
As if he was talking about a trivial matter, under Qi Xing's fearful gaze, a sharp sword energy suddenly burst out from Zuo Tingyun's hand, cutting the air and making the sound of his head and face distant.
"Listen Yun, stop,"
A voice suddenly sounded, a little old, but it made Qi Xing, who smelled the breath of death, collapsed on the ground.
"This person dares to provoke the majesty of the General Palace, and should be killed." The cold breath from his ears shuddered again, and his body trembled violently.
"The killing in front of the palace makes others feel that I have a narrow sense of the palace, so there is no need to do so," the old voice sounded again, but there was no real person. Thousand miles of voice transmission, this is a ability that only a master of Xuanji realm has. It seems that it is possible that only a master of Xuanji realm has. It was the elders of the palace who interfered.
"Give you a minute," Zuo Tingyun took back his sword energy, turned around and left directly, leaving only Qi Xing, who was like an amnesty, slapped his chest in his chest with lingering fear.
"Go back and tell your people that the competition will start tomorrow, and there is no need to do some small moves," the elder who rescued Qi Xing left a sentence and left directly.
Qi Xing rolled and crawled, and did not dare to stay for a moment, and ran away like running away with the people behind him.
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A small storm did not leave much impression on people's hearts. When dawn came the next day, a big storm had already occurred.
The three dynasties only have a common ancestor worship every ten years, so they attach great importance to it. Of course, the focus of attention is of course on the competition of the younger generation. Even if there is any opportunity to defeat the morale of the other party, the three dynasties will not give up. This competition is naturally the top priority.
Especially the Kongsang Dynasty and the Korqin Dynasty, in recent major battles, both ended with Gu Yu's victory. For example, the battle in Liaozhou made the two dynasties lose face, so they fought their lives. Regain the situation in this competition, severely slash the other party's morale and increase your own prestige.
In the eastern suburbs of Jian'an City, a huge competition venue has risen from the ground. No matter what the result is, the ancient feather royal family is unwilling to lose face in all facilities, and they must always be more generous.
As soon as dawn was dawn, a large number of people came to the competition venue one after another. Nangong Lie had already arrived early, and there were many important ministers, of course, masters from the General Palace were indispensable.
"Haha, Brother Nangong, you are finally willing to set up this ring. I thought we were going to wait until next year,"
A voice suddenly came from a distance, followed by a dense sound of horse hooves. In the eyes of everyone, a large group of people had arrived at the competition venue. The leader was about forty years old, wearing a golden robe and a golden crown on his head. He is majestic and named Boqin. He is the brother of Emperor Kongsang, who is now the brother of Emperor Kongsang. He is here to worship his ancestors on behalf of the Kongsang Dynasty.
"Boqin, I seem to remember that in the previous competition, you Kongsang had already lost three games in a row. Why, I can't wait to lose someone again," Nangong Lie smiled loudly, confronted Boqin and responded.
"Nangong Lie, don't be fooled by this. After delaying for so long, it must be that your people have a problem. They dare not respond to the challenge, for fear of losing. Today I want to see how big the waves you can make,"
Boqin sneered. He had investigated the situation of the Guyu Dynasty. In addition, Kongsang had formed an alliance with Korqin, so he had a chance of winning.
"I think so too. I really want your general palace to be powerful. I hope you don't lose too badly, haha,"
A loud laugh came again, and naturally the troops from Korqin arrived. The leader was tall and bright in his eyes. He was the younger brother of Emperor Korqin, Wanyan Mu, and a martial arts master in Xuanji realm.
"You will see that, it seems that you have forgotten the lesson you learned last time," Nangong Lie turned his eyes and fell on Wanyan Mu, and said with a smile.
"Hmph, it depends on how long you can be stubborn," after hearing this, Wanyan Mu's face seemed as disgusting as if he had eaten a goshawk, and he shouted coldly.
"Okay, Nangong Lie, don't delay time, just start, I want to see if your people are really as powerful as you brag about,"
There were three stands next to the competition venue, and Bethun sat down in one of them and mocked him.
Nangong Lie narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned his head slightly, and nodded to an old man next to him.
The old man understood, then walked out, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "On the day of worshiping ancestors, the three great dynasties gathered together to pay tribute to the heroes of their ancestors. I think that in ancient times, heaven and earth were in chaos..."
"Okay, okay, start right away, why don't there be so much nonsense,"
As soon as the old man spoke, Prince Boqin interrupted impatiently and said loudly.
"This..." the old man looked at Nangong Lie in awkwardly.
"Okay, since that's the case, then start, Boqin, tell me what rules we will use this time," Nangong Lie looked at Boqin.
"The simplest thing is that one side has five people, no rules are required, and you can fight casually. Whoever side will win in the end will have more people left,"
"I agree," Wanyan Mu spoke on the side. They didn't care about these rules and regulations at all. All they wanted was to defeat Gu Yu. When they thought that they were about to show off their might at the door of the other party's house, and the other party would not have the power to fight back. People feel a burst of pleasure.
"Start," Nangong Lie suddenly stood up, and then shouted a long shout. The sound of thunder-like war drums suddenly sounded in the competition venue, loud and urgent, and directly aroused the shaking cheers.
It is difficult for people to know about such a grand event, so there are countless people gathering outside the competition venue now, and there are even many civilians. They may not know the subtleties of it, but as a member of the Guyu Dynasty, they are a member of the ancient feather dynasty. , I must come to cheer for my side.
A ring that is hundreds of meters long and wide slowly opened, made of gold and stone, and is majestic and can almost arouse people's desire for battle.
In the huge competition venue, a total of fifteen figures slowly walked out from three directions, and were obviously young masters sent by the three dynasties.
On Gu Yu's side, Zuo Tingyun was in front of him. His same charm was peerless and he didn't dare to look directly at him.
On the opposite side of Kong Sang, Qi Xing was also standing there. It seemed that his injuries were almost healed, but his eyes were full of resentment, and he whispered to the people next to him from time to time.
"Gu Yu, Sun Ting,"
A moment later, a figure took the lead on stage, very young, but there was a hint of sharpness between his eyebrows and a majestic spirit.
"I'll meet you," a voice suddenly came from the direction of Korqin, and a figure jumped onto the stage, with dark skin and terrifying power under his strong muscles,