Cultivating 100000 Years

"If your Highness wants a way to break the game, I can't help it."

The third prince was taken aback.

He knew that if there was one person in the whole Daqi who could help him, it would be Xu Yang in front of him.

"Although I don't know who is the planner, this is a dead end. His Royal Highness is in the game, how did he break it?"

In just a few words, Xu Yang awakened the bewildered three princes.

"Your Excellency meant to get me out of this game? But as a prince, my life is hard to break, how can I escape?"

Xu Yang chuckled: "The battle is definitely going to be fought. Victory and triumph will also become a strong mark in your Royal Highness's credit. You must know that the prince with military merit will undoubtedly be the most successful candidate. In my opinion , A qualified heir, must be able to shock the army, control the ministers, and protect the people. Therefore, this battle may be a dead end for Yu Chaotang, but Yu Daxia is a powerful weapon for His Highness Longding."

The three princes heard the words and laughed up to the sky: "Well, it is really wonderful! Your Excellency awakened the dreamer with a word, it is my narrow pattern..."

Xu Yang shook his head: "As far as I know, the third prince was born in a cold, and his birth mother was never favored in the palace. It is no better than the fifth prince of the queen's parents and the eighth prince born in October by the concubine Sheng Chong. You pay more and you pay more. Every step is like walking on thin ice. Sometimes, if the obsession is too deep, it will become a shackle in itself. Only if you learn to let go, you will have greater gains."

This was the first time the three princes had heard these words after all these years, but they had completely changed their minds like a divine enlightenment.

"So, I will win this battle first!"

Xu Yang smiled and nodded: "The cultivation power of the Northern Territory is profound and cannot be underestimated. I don't know when your Royal Highness plans to send troops?"

"Within seven days, 300,000 troops will leave the Northern Wilderness!"

"That's good! I will sweep all the major cultivating sects in the Northern Wilderness within seven days, paving the way for your Highness, and the power will return your favor. As for how you choose in the future, it depends on whether you are the emperor. So, Xu is inconvenient to interfere."

The third prince didn't talk too much nonsense, turned around and took a deep look at Xu Yang, and bowed to him respectfully!

"Your Excellency, never forget it!"

Whoosh...

In a flash of light and shadow, Xu Yangren had disappeared in front of the three princes.

However, he did not return to Tianlanzong for the first time on this trip, but went straight to the northern wilderness.

There are more than hundreds of forces in the Northern Wilderness, large and small sects, of which two-thirds maintain a neutral posture, and one-third are close to the barbarian royal family, and they are bound to participate in the battle against the army of the Great Xia Dynasty.

These more than 30 cultivation sects are the core goal Xu Yang will obliterate.

starry night……

The third largest sect in the Northern Wilderness-the top of the peak of Guyue Hall.

The white figure under the moon stood in the sky, like a banished immortal in the breeze, looking calmly at the top of the mountain.

"After ten breaths, Guyuetang's bloodline fell."

A long and unparalleled sound swept down, on the top of the main peak of the hall, hundreds of cultivators above the Jindan realm, countless cultists appeared on the top of the mountain, looking at the lonely figure among the stars and moon.

"Who is the one who dares to speak such crazy words!"

"Guanyun sword."

Xu Yang concealed his face with the power of the nebula, and the ordinary couldn't see his face at all. He could only feel the aura of the king over the world from the top of the nebula.

The purpose of hiding the identity is to not bring any pressure to the third prince, and not to let Tian Lanzong carry a scapegoat because of his actions.

Xu Yang at this time was just a swordsman, holding the sword with his heart, without questioning cause and effect.

"Guanyunjian? Why haven't you heard of this person? Who is he?"

"Hmph, dare to be so arrogant, to kill my sect with one person, it's ridiculous!"

All kinds of rhetoric sprang up.

However, the countdown to ten breaths in Xu Yang's heart never stopped.

Zheng! !

When he opened his eyes like a bright moon again, a sword groan swayed from under the moon.

Countless swordsmen slashed in the air, flashing with Xu Yang's thoughts without warning.

Countless swordsmanships measured by measurement came out of nothing and flew towards the main peak of the Guyue Hall.

"No, get out of the way!!"

Situ Guyue, the master of Guyuetang Hall, gave feedback immediately, calling his subordinates to escape.

However, in the face of such a sharp sword array pouring down, most people still lost the instinct to resist.

Rumble! !

The horrible sword sound continued to erupt, and every sword light hit it at the same time, it meant that a violent blade storm spread, and the place it passed was the killing rhythm of Tu Jueming.

"Do not!!"

"M's, who the **** is this guy is not something we can contend with!"

"Where is your sacred? Why kill our Gu Yuetang!"

...

There is no response.

Under the moon, there is only the banal and immortal existence that provokes thousands of swordsmanship by holding on to the wind, arbitrarily waving the power of heaven and sanctioning these sad ants.

The way of heaven, stop killing by killing! !

Today's killing will be exchanged for a more enjoyable battle on the battlefield seven days later.

Xu Yang was using his own way to pave a **** road to the north for the Great Xia Dynasty.

This is his eternal price in exchange for Sky Lanzong, a promise, ten thousand people withered bones!

Rumble! !

In the last move, Xu Yang's **** were in the air, and a huge azure sword light burst out between the moon wheels.

With one sword, the lonely moon becomes a sorrow...

The towering peaks and ridges collapsed, and the whole Guyuetang line became a tomb just after tonight.

This night, the breeze was slightly cool, and the air was filled with indescribable silence.

Xu Yang left in the air, but also spread the name that belonged to Guanyun to the entire Northern Wilderness battlefield overnight.

In the following six nights, there were more than 30 sect inheritances, without exception, none of them could escape the fate of being sanctioned.

Everyone is spreading a name-Guanyun Sword Saint!

A man who always dances with swords under the moon, represents the nightmare of the entire Northern Wilderness cultivation world! !

...

Seven days later, when the three princes, who had assembled a 300,000 army behind a golden armor, obtained the documents from all the lines of the Northern Wilderness cultivation world, they finally showed a smile of relief.

"Your Excellency, you have fulfilled your promise after all! If I inherit Da Xia in his youth, he will protect the Tianlanzong forever!!"

"Going out!!"

Long...

The sound of the trumpet rose into the sky, and the evening sun made the three hundred thousand golden armors shine!

At this moment, the three princes were full of high war spirits, and likewise, Xu Yang's name was always inscribed in his heart...

"what did you say?"

...

The top of Jianyin Mountain in the remote North Wilderness.

Heavenly Sword Holy Land headquarters, one of the top ten sacred places in the mainland.

The head of the elder in charge of Jian Kuang Wushi's face suddenly became extremely cold.

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