I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

On the barren sea to the west of the eastern border, islands are scattered scattered.

On a deserted island, suddenly there was a burst of cooking smoke.

A few young men dressed in expensive styles but shabby clothes lit a fire and tried to roast the seabirds that had lost their feathers and ripped open their bellies.

But as soon as the smoke rose, someone appeared in front of him and stomped out the fire.

The owner of the feet was a young Taoist priest, and he looked coldly at the men and women in fine clothes in front of him: "Several orders and five orders are not allowed to light fire! Still in your palace in Yingyun City?"

Those men and women in Chinese costumes were furious at first, but when they heard the second part of the other party's words, they had to suppress their breath and admit their mistake to the Taoist priest: "Master Taoist, we just want to light a fire and cook some cooked food."

"Go find your parents." The Taoist said coldly.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over: "Young people are ignorant, don't be offended by the priest."

The Taoist glanced at each other, and his expression eased: "Take care of them, otherwise it will be bad for everyone."

"Definitely, definitely." The middle-aged man said quickly.

After the Taoist priest left, the man's expression became gloomy, and he coldly glanced at the juniors beside him.

Those teenagers and girls in fancy clothes all lowered their heads.

"Did he say something wrong?" The middle-aged man asked coldly.

Everyone quickly replied: "Uncle Wang, we don't dare anymore."

The middle-aged man stared at the group of juniors in front of him for a while, and finally sighed.

He picked up the raw meat on the branch, steamed it with his own masculinity, and handed it to everyone: "Although the Taoist priest is rude, he is right. This is not Yingyun City. We must be careful and be patient." .”

Everyone responded quickly, took the food and started to eat.

Seeing their distressed appearance, the middle-aged man couldn't help sighing secretly again.

He couldn't bear to look any further and left here.

In the distance, a young man was waiting for him: "Father."

The middle-aged man nodded silently and walked ahead.

The young man followed him,

He hesitated to speak.

"What do you want to say, tell me." The middle-aged man asked.

After hesitating for a while, the young man finally spoke: "Father, my son heard that there was news on the shore that the Nanchen royal family has completely surrendered, and Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty is now under the order of Chang'an to manage our land of Great Chu."

The middle-aged man stopped and turned to look at him: "What do you want to say?"

The young man hesitated for a while, but finally summoned up his courage: "Father, Chang'an is powerful, and it is difficult for us to resist the crime of non-war. We are not ashamed of our ancestors. Why don't we surrender!"

He said all the words, but his expression was calm, quietly waiting for his father's trial.

The middle-aged man was not angry.

After a long silence, he sighed softly, "It's late."

The young man was surprised: "How come?"

"You also said just now that Li Qiong of the Eastern Tang Dynasty took the post of the so-called general manager of Chu in Chang'an, and occupied our place in Great Chu."

The middle-aged man's tone was full of fatigue: "Not only can we not go back, but there are also countless Chang'an people who want to use our heads as meritorious service, and don't want us to also serve Chang'an and compete with them for seats."

When the young man heard the words, despair also appeared in his eyes.

"Is there no way at all?" The young man's voice was difficult.

The middle-aged man looked further west.

"Going west is the legendary Middle Earth."

He said slowly: "If we really can't stay here, let's take a risk and go across the ocean to the west, or there may be a glimmer of life."

The young man looked around, then whispered: "Father, sooner rather than later."

The middle-aged man said: "It is rumored that there are so many strong people in Middle-earth. As outsiders, how can we gain a foothold so easily? However, someone has already gone to inquire first. Let's wait for the reply. Let's talk about it."

"What the father said is true," the young man nodded.

However, before he finished speaking, a thrilling pressure suddenly came from the distant sky.

Both father and son were shocked.

They turned around and looked into the distance, only to see a cloud of mist coming from afar.

"The clouds and mists imply a fierce image, which seems to be the sword method of Wutian Peak in the Northern Qi Dynasty with sword qi!"

The middle-aged man looked dignified: "This level of cultivation must be Lin Ying's, and the people from Chang'an City are here!"

There was a sense of despair in his heart.

Because Lin Ying did not come here alone.

Chang'an is coming from more than one direction.

Instead, there are masters surrounded in all directions.

The surrounding sea area and several islands are all surrounded by Chang'an masters.

In contrast, a powerful aura rose up on the island.

The head teacher of Zicheng Mountain in Western Chu, Zhang Bining.

The head of the Yang family in the Western Zhou Dynasty, Yang Ting.

Jia Zhang, former dean of Xuanhe Academy of Western Chu.

Three ninth-level masters appeared together, their expressions unprecedentedly serious.

Beside them, the master of the Western Zhou Dynasty Martial Arts School, the owner of Biyu Island, who crosses the West Sea, has an even more ugly face.

Although there are still a few people scattered on other islands, this is their temporary base camp.

They were obviously transferred here not long ago, but they were found by Chang An, and they all blocked him together.

How did the news get out?

There are traitors?

Several people had the same thought in their hearts.

At this moment, I saw someone soaring up from an island and throwing themselves into the Chang'an camp.

When the father and son saw this, their eyes flashed.

The person who flew up was actually a member of the Xiang family of the Western Chu royal family.

The cloud and mist around Lin Ying parted a little, revealing a man with a cold expression, as if he had no emotion.

The man said, "According to the Chang'an order, if there are sincere surrenderers from the Xiang family in Western Chu, their lives will not be harmed."

Everyone in Xichu recognized him: "Tang Ze? It's you?!"

Someone yelled: "I, Da Chu, has always treated you kindly, but you actually joined Chang'an, and in turn made people hunt us down?"

Tang Ze's expression didn't change at all: "Tang was worried about the kindness of the king in the past, so he served Chang'an in order to exchange for more family members."

Everyone in the royal family of Western Chu, although many people were outraged and cursed loudly.

But there were also people who were shaken in their hearts, and even secretly surprised.

"Bewitching words to confuse the crowd, I will take your life first."

Master Zicheng Mountain, Zhang Bining, the Daoist Ninth Realm Master, said coldly.

At the same time as he spoke, a sword light flew up into the sky, aiming at Tang Ze.

Tang Ze stood in mid-air without moving.

A ray of sword light flew out of the dense clouds and mist beside him.

This sword light doesn't look as agile as Zhang Bining's sword light, and it doesn't look like the opponent's sword light can fly over long distances.

But at this moment, in the area between 100 meters, he is stronger and faster than the opponent!

With a flash of sword light, Zhang Bining's flying sword has been repelled, leaving Tang Ze safe and sound.

The figure of Lin Ying, the king of martial arts in the ninth realm and the head of Wutian Peak, appeared from the clouds and mist.

On the other side, the royal family of Western Chu was bribed by the Chang'an Tianxian Palace, and the few people who secretly informed them were about to escape from the island and rush to the Chang'an camp when the space around them suddenly distorted.

It turned out that Jia Zhang, the old dean of Xuanhe Academy of Western Chu, made the move.

The family, country and world of the great Confucianists in the Ninth Realm are going to take them all and put them into the independent world.

However, Jia Zhang's family, country and world had not had time to fully spread out, and suddenly burned.

Jia Zhang fixed his eyes and looked to the side.

There, Cao Ranran, the dean of Xingyuan Academy, appeared and cupped his hands calmly: "Brother Zhongyu, it's been a long time."

Jia Zhang didn't answer, but his expression became obviously serious.

He is looking around.

In addition to Lin Ying and Cao Ranran, Zhuo Zui, head of the Wild Thunder Sect in Zhou, Yuan Zhe, head of Jiguang Academy in Jin, and Zheng Tianfeng, head of the Zheng family in Tang, were present at the same time.

They surrounded all directions, including the west, tightly and impenetrably.

But what worries Jia Zhang and others even more is that they have a faint feeling that there are still masters hiding around, posing a greater threat.

Yang Ting, the Patriarch of the Yang family who has been supporting the royal family of the Western Zhou Dynasty, let out a sigh of relief: "It seems that Chang'an is going to cut the grass and root out today."

Zhuo Zui clasped his fists to Yang Ting and saluted: "Patriarch Yang, you and I have not fought once or twice.

You and Ji Fang were known as swordsmen and swordsmen in Zhoudi back then, and your strength was even higher than that of Zhuo, Zhuo admired it.

However, during these days, Zhuo has studied hard and practiced hard, and he has made a little progress. Today, he will ask Patriarch Yang for advice. "

After all, he slashed at Yang Ting with his palm.

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Yang Ting immediately drew his saber out of its sheath and faced Zhuo Zui.

His Yang Family's Bibo Saber is deployed like a vast expanse of blue waves, endless ocean, the saber is mighty and continuous, and it is like a stormy sea that is extremely violent, it is really extraordinary.

It was previously recognized by the Western Zhou Dynasty that he was the second martial artist in the Western Zhou Dynasty after Zhou Wang Ji Fang.

Zhuo Zui had fought against him before and had never taken any advantage.

If it wasn't for the fact that the opponent fought and retreated before, just looking for a way out, Zhuo Zui might even suffer a bit.

But this time they fought again, it was just the first move, and Yang Ting felt something was wrong.

In just three or four months, Zhuo Zui's strength has improved greatly.

With one palm, it was as if the nine heavenly gods were struck by lightning.

Yang Ting's Bibo knife couldn't catch the opponent's palm for a while.

In the Eastern Tang Dynasty, Yunmo, Taoist Zhichen, Yan Xishi and others had greatly improved their strength. Now Zheng Tianfeng, who is watching covetously, also broke through from the eighth realm to the ninth realm in less than a year. , then Zhuo Zui's great strength is also because of Chang'an City? A thought flashed through Yang Ting's mind.

And Zhuo Zui slashed down with his palm again, hitting the back of Yang Ting's saber, his fingers were numb from the shock, and his mouth was about to burst.

"This is the Nine Heavens Thunder Palm, which was researched by Zhuo after the Dahuang Thunder Palm of our school was instructed by Mr. Chang'an Wuyun. I ask Patriarch Yang to help me correct one or two."

At the same time as Zhuo Zui spoke, his hands were not slow, and he made a chain of palms, really like the sky above the sky, and the divine thunder continued to strike down, which was like a punishment from heaven.

Yang Ting didn't have time to answer for a while, he resisted with all his strength, he was beaten to the point where he could only parry and had no power to fight back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yuan Zhe, the dean of Jiguang Academy in Jindi, unfolding his family, country and world, taking in all the people from several nearby islands at once.

At the same time, Zheng Tianfeng descended from the sky, as if flying from a sacred mountain, and then landed on the ground.

A small island kept shaking.

And Zheng Tianfeng is like a giant spirit god, pushing the royal warriors of the Western Zhou Dynasty on the island.

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