Sword from the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 212 A Grand Gathering of Dragons and Tigers!

North of Youzhou, the sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, and billowing smoke rose into the air.

The large group headed straight northwest, heading towards Dujin Mountain.

The leading figure, a burly, imposing man with hair like iron wire, was none other than Tuli, the nephew of Khagan Jieli, known as the Tornado. He was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also a brilliant strategist.

Within the Khanate, he controlled dozens of tribes and had his own army, essentially functioning as another Khanate.

Therefore, he was called Little Khan.

Since Khan Jieli appointed the demon general Zhao Deyan as his national advisor, allowing him to monopolize state affairs, his policies have become increasingly harsh and restrictive, causing the people's hearts to break down and leading to rebellion among the various tribes that had originally submitted to the Khan's court.

Taking advantage of this, the young Khan began to contend with Jieli in the northern desert.

But
Since news from the Central Plains kept reaching his ears, Tuli's thoughts changed.

For example, his forces in Kyushu suffered heavy losses.

It all started in Nanyang.

Keerpo, using the alias of a wealthy merchant named Huo Qiu, acted as an informant in Nanyang, but was killed along with his subordinates, including the leader of the Plum Blossom Sect.

At first, he didn't pay attention.

As the second Khan, he had plenty of supporters, making it easy for him to keep a number of lackeys.

But times have changed. The alien forces in the Central Plains have suffered several major purges, and all their plans have failed.

Currently, apart from a few overlords who have long been bound to the northern deserts, almost no one dares to openly admit that they are working for the Turks.

It seems that the powerful steppe khanates were no longer sufficient to serve as their support.

This situation is escalating.

The root of all this lies with one person!

Tuli, who was in the northern desert, felt uneasy. After assessing the situation, he decisively abandoned the internal strife, reconciled with Jieli, and then united with the Bohai, the Khitan chieftain, and the eight tribes of Mohe further east to respond to Jieli Khan's call to go to the Khan's camp at Dujin Mountain.

Tuli traveled continuously and arrived at Dujin Mountain as quickly as possible.

He had already seen the Golden Wolf Army, with its well-organized ranks, neighing warhorses, and murderous aura!

Ten thousand golden wolves reigned supreme on the grasslands, invincible and none dared to challenge them.

Before Tuli even entered the tent, people came out to greet him early on.

He wasn't surprised at all, after all, there were many psychic hawks circling overhead.

Only Jieli has the resources to mobilize so many hawks at once.

Along with Tuli, the Khitan chieftain Abaojia also entered Jieli's tent. As soon as Abaojia entered, he saw his rival, Mohui.

This person was also a Khitan chieftain.

They were originally rivals, but now, forced by circumstances, they have come together.

"Tuli, sit!"

"it is good!"

Tuli looked at the man who was taller than him and had extremely sharp eyes. After responding, he sat down in a slightly lower position next to him.

The Dragon King Bai Ziting of the Bohai Kingdom and the leaders of the eight tribes of the Mohe were all seated further down.

It is clear that the two Khans were the ones in charge in the northern desert.

The Khan, seated at the head of the table, glanced down and saw that, apart from the Tong Yabghu of the Western Turks, most of them had come.

Moreover, the people here all have huge conflicts with that person in the Central Plains.

This will be the last meeting before the army marches south.

Jieli suddenly frowned and reached for the golden knife at his waist.

Since he had not seen the figure of Tiele King Aye Ruode, he had already received news that the Tiele King was not far from the camp, but he had not come for a long time, which showed that he was afraid and his determination to go south was not strong enough.

At such a moment, he would not allow anyone to shake the morale of the army.

"Sweat!"

Just then, someone came to report: "The Tiele King has arrived."

"Bring him in."

"Yes!"

The Tiele king was originally a regional hegemon, but after all the top warriors under his command, such as the Five Arrows Guard and the Tiele Flying Eagle, perished in the Nine Provinces, Aye Ruode's status in the hearts of the Tiele people greatly diminished.

That's just how real the rules are in the northern desert: the strong prey on the weak.

If you are weak, others will look down on you.

The young Khan did not need to announce his arrival when entering the tent. The Tiele King originally had this privilege, but he ruined it himself.

The culprit, of course, is that one from the Central Plains.

Such deep hatred, yet you still hesitate and timidly act? A hint of mockery was hidden in the sunken eye sockets of Jieli Khan.

The footsteps came quickly. The tall Golden Wolf Guard lifted the curtain and a man with a hooked nose, around fifty years old, walked in. Aye Ruode came from the Qibi tribe and liked to wear wolf-shaped silver ornaments. When he walked, the silver ornaments on his waist and chest jingled.

With a hint of apology, the Tiele king bowed deeply, one hand across his chest:

"Great Khan, I'm late."

Jieli didn't brush it off: "Why are you late? Didn't you arrive at Mount Pituo much earlier? It's at most half a day away from here."

Ayerod, already feeling guilty, looked embarrassed and tried to evade the question:

"After a long and arduous journey, when we reached Mount Pituo, the warhorses were exhausted and moved slowly. Some of the horses collapsed, which delayed our progress."

Jieli asked with a half-smile, "What kind of horse are you riding?"

The Tiele king said, "Xueyantuo horse."

Jieli laughed and said, "Of course you're slow riding Xueyantuo horses."

He pointed to the surrounding tribal leaders: "We all ride Uyghur horses, Turkic swift horses, Lake Baikal horses, and eastern Bayegu horses. You ride a Xueyantuo horse, of course you'll arrive slowly."

He then mocked, "What about the Tiele's connection to Rome? Have you hidden it away? Are you preparing to offer it to the future emperor of the Central Plains?"

Many leaders understood why Jieli was making things difficult for the Tiele king.

In fact, judging solely from the quality of the horses, the Xueyantuo horses are also of superior quality, similar to the Turkic horses, and are known for their excellence and fighting prowess.

However, the Xueyantuo horses were once presented as tribute to the Central Plains.

This is a satire of the Tiele king's cowardice and incompetence.

Ayerod looked around, but no one spoke up for him.

Before he could explain, Jieli interrogated him, "Are you planning to hide in the Tiele?"

"No!"

Ayerod had been humiliated, and now his eyes were filled with rage:
“He demanded that Tiele repay one million gold coins, so naturally I wanted to kill him. But his martial arts skills were too high, and he also killed Qu Ao. We had a blood feud, but I was no match for him.”

Jieli said, "You are a wolf. On the grassland, a lone wolf is not scary. It is the wolf pack that is deadly."

"Please take a seat."

After the Tiele king expressed his attitude, Jieli invited him to sit down and took the opportunity to look at the other leaders.

"I hope you will not harbor any illusions. Although I have never met this man named Zhou Yi, his thoughts and actions are different from those of the previous emperors of the Central Plains."

At this point, his words became even more profound:
“The northern desert is a vast grassland, and most people live by following the water and grass. Powerful tribes occupy pastures of varying sizes that change with the climate, with rivers and lakes as the boundaries. Weak tribes that want to share pastures must pay tribute to the pasture owners according to their population.”

“For example, Tongwan had to present a large number of weapons and arrows to Tuli Khan every year.”

Tuli Khan nodded: "That's right, that's the rule of the steppe!"

Everyone looked at Tuli, and Jieli, understanding perfectly, didn't interrupt him to continue:
“Our grasslands fight a war of attrition involving killing and looting. During the Renshou era of the Sui Dynasty, Awusili invaded Qimin Khan, who had submitted to the Sui court, and seized more than 200,000 head of livestock in one go, leaving Qimin Khan unable to retaliate. Awusili’s tribe immediately grew stronger, and his acts of killing and arson were nothing compared to that.”

“They abducted young men and women from other tribes and enslaved them, forcing them to participate in production in order to support the war.”

"We've always used this method of using war to sustain war."

Jieli said coldly, "Besides the grasslands, we also raid the borders to the south, killing and burning people to frighten the people of the Central Plains, and then plunder their young men and women as a continuation of the grasslands. Everyone should be very familiar with this kind of practice."

"but."

"This soon-to-be new ruler of the Central Plains not only wants to break our rules, but also attempts to hollow out and occupy the northern desert."

“His ambitions are far greater than ours. When the Central Plains were in chaos, we merely trained some lackeys to occupy Han cities and collect some tribute.”

Everyone deeply understood what Jieli meant.

For example, the Iron Cavalry Association established by the Tiele King, the East Sea Alliance created by Mo Rang, the chieftain of the Khitan, and the secret business of Tuli Khan in Nanyang, etc. Other tribes naturally had similar actions.

With the land in chaos, how could they possibly not seize a share?

Now, all the good things have been ruined.

"Khan, it's either you or me now, give the order immediately!"

"That's right!"

"This time we must strike him so hard he'll be terrified, and completely extinguish his arrogance!"

"..."

The crowd's reaction brought a smile to Jieli Khan's face.

He reached out to lower his voice:
"In addition to our combined forces of 200,000, there are also the Liang Kingdom, the Western Qin Kingdom, and the Dadu Bilge Khan. They will not only allow passage at the border, but will also join us in attacking Chang'an. The many passes in the north will be unimpeded this time."

"Oh, right, and the Dingzhou Khan!"

The so-called Dingzhou Khan is naturally Liu Wuzhou. Previously, he was called Dingyang Khan. Now that Yang Guang has been defeated, it is Zhou Yi's turn.

These four factions have been communicating with Jieli, while the other factions are unaware of their stance.

Even the Tiele king laughed when he heard Jieli say that.

That person has made too many enemies. Even if he is too skilled to kill, given their momentum this time, they can easily forge an alliance and allow the grasslands to continue to maintain their previous rules.

Soon, loud drinking and shouts of shared hatred for the enemy echoed from the tent of Dujin Mountain.

Everyone recounted Zhou Yi's numerous crimes, treating it as the best accompaniment to their drinks.
At the foot of Dujin Mountain, a huge cowhide horn rang out into the sky.

Countless scimitars gleamed in the sunlight, creating a white world. Shouts and neighing of horses rose and fell in waves. Countless hooves trampled across the grassland and wilderness, their sound shaking the earth. Without warning, they swiftly headed south!
Wherever they went, only ruins remained.

Meanwhile, Liang Shidu, who was located on the border of Kyushu, had been in close communication with Li Gui and Xue Ju.

All three factions awaited the arrival of the psychic hawk in the sky.

They had a deep-seated grudge against Zhou Yi and didn't dare to surrender, so they chose the grasslands.

At this juncture, with the unification of Kyushu imminent, only the Golden Wolf Army can provide them with a sense of security.

Liu Wuzhou, who was renamed "Dingzhou Khan" by Jieli Khan, finally got rid of several extremely troublesome generals under Xia King Dou Jiande after suffering several defeats due to the upheaval in Chang'an.

Soldiers from Loufan, Yanmen, Dingxiang, and Mayi County, where he rose to power, quickly gathered and moved westward to meet Jieli Khan.

However.
Some people had already seen through him as a lackey of the Turks, and when he was gathering his men, they chose to flee south.

Liu Wuzhou dared not send anyone to pursue them.

Originally, after fighting Dou Jiande, they could gather another force and still have 80,000 men.

The result was less than 20,000.

Most of the soldiers were so frightened by his newly changed title "Dingzhou Khan" that they immediately stabbed him in the back.

You can forget about Yang Guang, after all, the Yang Guang empire is about to collapse.

If we set a date now, wouldn't that be courting death?
I can't play along with Liu Wuzhou any longer.

So even some of the old folks who had started their businesses with him in Mayi chose to get off the black car, take out the embroidered Zhou flags overnight, and rush towards Zhou Tang's location.

While Khagan Jieli was basking in his cleverness at changing "Dingyang" to "Dingzhou," he could never have imagined the upheavals that were unfolding around Yanmen and Dingxiang, near Liu Wuzhou's side.
……

The Chang'an Qingming Canal enters the city from the west side of Anhua Gate in the south, runs north past the northeast corner of the West Market, then turns east along the Imperial City and flows into the Palace City, eventually emptying into the palace gardens and lakes.

It was a beautiful, sunny spring day.

Tuoba Yu, carrying a flying whip, was walking with his junior sister Chunyu Wei downstream of the Qingming Canal, where the palace was located.

After glancing at Daxing Palace a few times, I headed towards Yuema Bridge.

The two of them, a fellow student and a fellow student, used to always chat and laugh together.

But at this moment, he adopted a serious and earnest demeanor, and every word he spoke was carefully considered.

Beside the two was a man who looked to be only in his thirties. He had a perfect physique, and his bronze skin shone with a dazzling luster. His exceptionally long legs made his majestic body seem to reach for the stars.

He wore a hemp robe, and his hands were broad and large, as if they contained the most terrifying power in the world.

His jet-black hair was tied in a bun, and his face, as flawless as if cast in bronze, gave people a sense of movement within stillness and stillness within movement simply by walking.

"So, you've had contact with him."

A man's voice drifted out.

"Yes."

Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei echoed each other.

What left the deepest impression on you?

The pretty junior sister said earnestly:

"He was handsome like no other I had ever seen, but his physique was not particularly robust or tall, like many people from the Central Plains. So, having witnessed my master's actions so often, I always wondered how his body could contain such immense power."

Tuoba Yu stroked his chin and slowly spoke:
"I just find it hard to fathom. We met by chance in the Eastern Capital, but at that time we didn't know his identity, which led to our first misjudgment. After witnessing his major actions in the Eastern Capital, I recently heard news from the Jiangnan region and realized that I had misjudged him again."

The two siblings looked at the handsome man.

This person was none other than their master, the undefeated legend of the grasslands, the Martial Venerable Bi Xuan.

Bi Xuan nodded slightly: "According to you, this new ruler of the Central Plains must be a very shrewd and cunning person who is good at hiding his strength. He always holds back his strength and confuses his opponents in order to ensure that he is sure to win every time he makes a move."

Tuoba Yu felt that there was something wrong with what his master said, but it seemed to be true.

Otherwise, how could such a big change have occurred in such a short time from the Eastern Capital to Jiangnan?
Chunyu Wei wondered:
"Strangely enough, when we first met, I felt that he was a person who was easy to communicate with and easy to trust."

Wu Zun did not respond.

Tuoba Yu asked again, "Master, what is your purpose in coming to Chang'an this time? Is it to fight this Celestial Master, or to seize the relic?"

"I don't want to miss any of them."

Bi Xuan's cold yet spirited eyes gleamed with sharp light: "In all my years, I have never seen such a young man. Naturally, I must witness his extraordinary abilities."

"in addition."

"The martial arts world in the Central Plains has changed drastically, even shattering the void. This relic has also tempted me, and I must fight for it."

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Yu instinctively reminded him:
"The Taoist Celestial Master is unfathomable. The Martial Arts Judge of Sichuan and Chongqing is very familiar with the two top masters of Taoism. Recently, I heard that the Martial Arts Judge has determined that the Celestial Master is the number one master in the world."

"If Master were to fight him, he would have to be careful."

Tuoba Yu wanted to say a few more words, but then swallowed them back down.

As one of the three grandmasters, Master's name has resounded for many years.

He had absolute confidence in his extraordinary skill of burning the sun.

By repeatedly mentioning rising stars, wouldn't that undermine his martial arts spirit?

"The world's number one martial arts master?"

The Martial Venerable muttered something to himself, then suddenly smiled.

They continued walking towards Yuema Bridge, from Qingming Canal to Yong'an Canal.

This canal connects to the Wei River in the north and is the largest artificial canal and the most important waterway connecting the north and south of Chang'an City.

The Yuema Bridge spans across it.

The closer you get to Yuema Bridge, the more martial arts practitioners you'll find.

Top-tier experts are plentiful, and those on the list of extraordinary skills and techniques are everywhere. Masters from the three major lineages of Buddhism, Demonism, and Taoism also appear in the shadows.

The rumors surrounding the Yue Ma Bridge are no secret.

Bi Xuan's arrival attracted a lot of attention. He had been in the northern desert for a long time, and few people could recognize him as the Martial Venerable.

But her inherent charisma is undeniable.

Moreover, at this moment, most of the few people who could recognize him were gathered at Yuema Bridge.

Bi Xuan looked at the bustling Jingyao Street and saw many familiar faces, which filled him with emotion. He never expected to encounter such a grand martial arts event in his lifetime.

When they climbed the Yue Ma Bridge together with Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei.

Another burly man arrived from the other side. His figure was even more well-proportioned and perfect than Bi Xuan's, with jet-black hair cascading over his broad shoulders.

But looking at his face, one sees a narrow, long face with thick eyelids drooping over his slender eyes, a high forehead, a protruding chin, and a high, large, and curved nose.

This appearance looks completely out of place.

However, the aura this person displayed after meeting Bi Xuan was no less impressive.

Three beautiful young women, each carrying a long sword, followed closely behind him.

It was Fu Junzhuo, Fu Junyu, and Fu Junqiang.

Bi Xuan recognized him at a glance.
Master Fu Chae-rim, the Goryeo swordsman!
"Bi Xuan!"

The voice came from behind Fu Cailin; there were quite a few people behind them and their master. Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi, who were standing close to Fu Junzhuo, glanced at Ba Feng Han, while Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also turned to look, exclaiming in surprise:
"Laoba, he is Martial Lord!?"

Ba Feng Han nodded: "Exactly."

Bi Xuanyi looked at Ba Feng Han. This kid was incredibly resilient. He had been chased and seriously injured by Ba Feng Han for killing his eldest disciple Yan Li Hui, but he was still alive and well.

However, standing on the Yue Ma Bridge, Wu Zun did not make a move immediately.

Kou Zhong chuckled and said, "Young Ba, now that you've met the person you most want to defeat, you should show him your latest swordsmanship!"

"If you defeat the Martial Venerable here, you'll become famous."

Xu Ziling gave him a subtle kick, sending him a 'don't talk nonsense' look.

Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei frowned upon hearing this.

With their master present, and in front of Fu Cailin, neither of them spoke immediately.

suddenly,

Ba Feng Han shook his head and said, "He is no longer my ultimate target; the Celestial Master is."

As he spoke, a massive sword aura, transformed from wine, involuntarily appeared in his mind!

Kou and Xu rolled their eyes at him from the left and right:
"You'd better change it. Don't torture yourself with a painful goal that you can never achieve in this lifetime."

"I'm starting to wonder if you, kid, have masochistic tendencies."

Fu Junzhuo turned around and gestured for them to stop talking.

Fu Cailin looked at Bi Xuan and calmly said, "At this crucial moment, how can the Martial Venerable ignore the affairs of the grasslands?"

Bi Xuan countered with a question:

"Brother Fu, I've heard that King Yeongnyu, the twenty-seventh ruler of Goguryeo, is currently in Chang'an. Is that true?"

He continued:

"Could it be that Prince Rongliu has come to see the Celestial Master to thank him for killing Gaisuwen?"

Although Bi Xuan never left the northern desert, he knew everything that happened in the world, and he had long heard about the internal strife in Goguryeo.

“If Rongliu Wang comes here, he will make his own decision.”

"Brother Fu, this is not like you."

Fu Cailin's expression remained unchanged as he asked the question he most often used to test people: "Martial Venerable, what is life?"

"Life is like a blazing sun, radiating an absolute heat that can ignite the spirit. Use this heat to ignite the will to fight martial arts. As it continues to shine, life will exist forever."

More and more eyes are now drawn to the area around Yuema Bridge.

Among them were some thin, elderly monks.

On a three-story building south of the inland river, a refined middle-aged man was watching every move on the bridge.

He saw waves suddenly pile up on the surface of the Yong'an Canal and a strong wind howled from the Yuema Bridge, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Huh? They actually started fighting?"

Empress Yin, standing to the side, seemed slightly surprised. "When did they start having conflicts?"

Shi Zhixuan said:

"It's not a conflict between them, but rather that King Yeongnyu didn't follow the rules. When Jieli summoned a large army, Goguryeo should have cooperated, but this time King Yeongnyu ignored him. Goguryeo has Fu Cailin behind it, and Jieli has Bi Xuan behind it. When they meet, Bi Xuan will definitely make the first move."

Empress Yin watched the play with great interest.

She has excellent eyesight and looks towards the opposite bank of the Yong'an Canal.

There was a very pretty nun over there, and next to her were several elderly women with white hair carrying swords.

"Many Buddhists have come."

"What about the boy?"

Yin Hou did not respond to his words. Following Fan Qinghui's gaze, she saw another handsome middle-aged man in a blue-green floor-length robe appear on the Yue Ma Bridge.

When the two grandmasters unleashed their power, all the martial arts practitioners around them retreated.

Only this person seemed oblivious to their imposing aura.

He stood there, like a knife, forcefully cutting through the strong wind.

As a result, the three forces stirred together, and the waves on the Yong'an Canal were broken in the middle!

A sense of horror filled the air.

Following the Sword Master and the Martial Venerable, another Grandmaster of Martial Arts has arrived!

"Who is that?!" Many people lack the ability to tell the difference.

Some well-traveled and knowledgeable martial artists chimed in: "It's Heavenly Blade!"

When it comes to using a knife, he is undoubtedly the best in the world. He has lived in Lingnan for a long time and has carved out a forbidden area that no one dares to enter.

Of course, he is also very famous for his lightness skill.

The moment Song Que was drawn into the battle between the two grandmasters, his awe-inspiring presence in Lingnan was revealed.

“Dad~~!”

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi shouted in unison, their eyes wide with surprise at their father's presence.

Song Que's gaze swept across their faces and then fell upon Ba Feng Han, Kou Xu, and the others beside them.

Then, he looked at Fu Junzhuo.

Upon seeing this, Song Shidao seemed to understand why his father had come, but with true love before him, he was not afraid of his father's scrutinizing gaze.

"The Way of the Teacher".

Song Que gave a soft shout.

Song Shidao bowed and said, "Father, I truly love Junzhuo, and I hope you will grant my wish."

Fu Junzhuo looked at Song Que, her expression changing slightly.

She could naturally sense Song Shidao's feelings for her.

Before she could speak, Fu Cailin suddenly said:
"Just because your father agrees doesn't mean I will."

"Master~" Fu Junzhuo's voice was somewhat anxious.

Hearing the change in her tone, Song Shidao was overjoyed.

Seeing his pathetic state, Song Que frowned as an image of a young man in white flashed through his mind.

Immediately, he walked towards Fu Cailin's direction:

"I've heard that Brother Fu's Yi sword skills are exquisite. I once asked another person about swordsmanship. I wonder if the Yi sword master can block my question like he did."

Fu Cailin always maintained that calm demeanor: "Is that person a Taoist master?"

"Exactly."

The absolutely impartial martial arts judge once said in the Eastern Capital that he was the number one swordsman of the Taoist Celestial Masters.

These words naturally reached Fu Cailin's ears.

Now that Tian Dao is saying this, it's like they're trying to poison his mind.

Near Yuema Bridge, a great deal of noise had already risen.

Some masters from Sichuan and Chongqing even vividly recounted the evaluation of the martial arts judge.

Fu Cailin gazed at Song Que, his eyes growing ever more profound, and spoke slowly:
"We use men to fight swords, and swords to fight enemies. Lord Song wants to ask about swords, and I, Fu, also want to ask about knives."

When their auras clashed, Wu Zun did not retreat.

If the two of them fight, wouldn't that leave him standing to the side?
More importantly, he had no worthy opponent during his many years in the northern desert.

At this moment, I felt a sudden urge to show off my skills.

The methods of the three were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. They were clearly fighting on the bridge, yet the Yue Ma Bridge remained intact, while the Yong An Canal below erupted with tremendous waves.

They skillfully controlled their strength to prevent the mechanisms on the Leaping Horse Bridge from being damaged.

If they can't produce the relics, their chance will be gone.

Fan Qinghui looked at Song Que on the bridge with a slightly complicated expression.

Meanwhile, in the teahouse behind the group of masters from Cihang Jingzhai, Ning Sanren, dressed in a goose-feathered hat and wide belt, was drinking tea while looking around to see if the most crucial person had arrived.

"A fight is about to break out!"

A mile away, many martial arts practitioners were still retreating.

"These are three top-tier martial arts grandmasters! Are they out of their minds?! Get back now!"

A series of chaotic and terrifying sounds rang out from the crowd.

“Don’t panic.”

Some veterans in the martial arts world couldn't stand it any longer and reminded them, "That was just a test. Without the relic, there will be no major conflict."

"good."

"I heard that the Celestial Master is nearing Chang'an and may arrive here in the next day or two. When he comes to Yuema Bridge, those who don't want to die should retreat to a distance of ten miles away."

Even seasoned veterans of the martial arts world are finding it hard to remain calm:
"It's unimaginable how many rare and outstanding figures have gathered here; this will be an unprecedented event in the martial arts world."

A moment later, a series of exclamations echoed across Yuema Bridge.

Tian Dao, Wu Zun, and Yi Jian Da Shi—these three masters, who were usually only active in rumors in the martial arts world, made their first public appearance together.

When the wondrous Yi Jian art and Tian Wen Dao technique met in the Yan Yang domain, even some old monks who were meditating with their eyes closed couldn't help but open them.

Many martial artists went mad.

The mere exchange of techniques between the three legends has fueled boundless imagination about martial arts.

This
This may only be the beginning of a grand event, because the person rumored to know the secret of the relics has not yet arrived.

News of the battle between the three grandmasters spread downstream along the Yong'an Canal, and martial arts practitioners on both sides of the Wei River flocked to the vicinity of Yuema Bridge upon hearing the news!

It is said that in this test, the three top grandmasters could not distinguish who was superior.

The Master of Yi Jian cannot break the Heavenly Blade; one cannot directly confront its sharp edge. However, the Heavenly Blade cannot break the Yi Jian technique either.

The Martial Venerable's Blazing Sun Technique was not fully unleashed.

Although many people did not see their limits, this test has been enough to make people in the martial arts world talk for a long time.

From daytime until evening, people's enthusiasm did not diminish in the slightest.

Wait until night falls.

Amidst the lively discussion, a shout of battle suddenly rang out from the east of Chang'an!

The sounds of clashing weapons continued into the countryside.

Outside the eastern city, a white figure stood motionless in the moonlight outside Chang'an.

"what?"

Zhou Yi heard the noise. He had just returned from the newest headquarters of the Yellow River Gang in Ba Shang and was about to enter the city when he suddenly heard the strange noise.

People in the martial arts world can fight each other over the smallest things, and it's impossible to manage them all.

He had no intention of paying attention to it.

But a slightly familiar voice forced him to take it seriously.

"Chai Shao, Chai Shao~!!"

Zhou Yi inhaled deeply and focused his energy into his Tinggong acupoint, clearly hearing the sounds of insects crawling and ants moving around him.

His figure flashed and he ran towards the countryside.

Soon, he saw a group of people fighting each other, and there were many corpses lying on the ground.

"Death~!"

"You all die!"

A burly, bearded man with incredible strength was wielding a heavy iron spear, wreaking havoc in all directions. He was accompanied by seven or eight others, working closely with him.

"Yan Li! Are you crazy?!"

Seeing Chai Shao lying heavily injured on the ground, Pang Yu roared in anger, and Du Ruhui beside him also shouted coldly, "Stop it now?!"

Li Xiuning looked at Chai Shao with a worried expression, then turned to Du Ruhui and said:

"Don't hold back!"

She didn't need to remind him; Yan Li had already attacked. He was the son of Yan Pingzhao, the Demon Spear, and was already a powerful expert.

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual power erupted, piercing through Pang Yu's Taixu Mistake Hand. Du Ruhui drew his sword to help, and the two masters joined forces to barely block Yan Li's attack.

But the more they fought, the more difficult it became; if they hadn't held firm to their spirit,
By now, the mind's focus has been disrupted.

The experts around Yan Li attacked again. Li Xiuning, disregarding her injuries and unable to help Chai Shao with his Qi, had no choice but to pick up her sword and assist him.

at this time
A white shadow flashed before Pang Yu's eyes. Yan Li, maintaining his fierce expression, suddenly froze, his heavy spear unable to thrust forward any further.

"Bang~!"

His expression was stiff, and his towering body crashed backward, dying silently.

Du Ruhui opened his mouth wide and saw a white-clad figure flutter lightly in front of him. With just a wave of his hand, all the experts behind Yan Li seemed to have their souls taken away, unable to utter a sound, strangely stiff, and also falling backward.

Then, his vision blurred, and he quickly turned around. He saw a white figure appear beside Chai Shao like a ghost.

"Xiuning, are you alright?!"

Several footsteps came from not far away, and a person was rushing over, whose lightness skill was even better than that of Yuchi Jingde.

When Li Xiuning saw her second brother coming over, she forgot to respond.

He paused for a moment before calling out, "Second Brother!"

Li Shimin glanced at Zhou Yi, then at Chai Shao lying in a pool of blood.

Li Xiuning's voice trembled slightly with worry:
"Yan Li suddenly launched a sneak attack, and Chai Shao took a bullet for me. He... he was hit in a vital spot."

Upon hearing this, Yuchi Jingde, who arrived a step later, gasped.

But when he looked over at Chai Shao, he exhaled the cool air he had inhaled.

Li Shimin shook his head, signaling her not to speak.

did not expect.
Zhou Yi had already stood up, and Du Ruhui, Yuchi Jingde, Pang Yu and others hurriedly greeted him: "Celestial Master!"

"Celestial Master, it's Chai Shaota."

"It's not fatal; he just needs to rest and recover."

Yuchi Jingde revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."

Zhou Yi glanced at Erfeng and noticed the many holes in his clothes: "Shimin, why are you in such a sorry state? Aren't you all from the Li clan? Why are you fighting amongst yourselves?"

As he spoke, Zhou Yi looked around; this wasn't Xuanwu Gate after all.

Li Shimin sighed:
"We were originally hunting down an assassin who broke into our home, but now it seems we've fallen into a trap set by our own people."

He pointed into the distance:
"There was a masked expert over there just now, and now I know who he is."

"Who?"

Li Shimin looked puzzled: "He is my father's good friend, Yan Pingzhao, the Demon Spear."

He gestured towards Yan Li's corpse:
"The man who attacked my little sister is the son of the Demon Spear."

Do you know the reason?

"I don't know."

"It seems your family situation is a bit complicated."

Erfeng nodded, preoccupied with her own thoughts. After a moment's thought, she put aside her own matters and changed the subject:

"If you want to go to Yuema Bridge, you can wait for a while; now is not the right time."

He then gave a brief account of the major battle that took place at Yuema Bridge that day.

Zhou Yi found it very interesting.

"After I get my hands on the Evil Emperor's Relic, I'll go to your house and see if your old man has fallen for my scheme."

When Li Shimin heard the last sentence, he wasn't surprised; he had already realized it himself.

He then looked at Zhou Yi and asked, "Brother Zhou, when will you retrieve the relic?"

Zhou Yi thought for a moment: "What do you think about tomorrow?"

"not good."

Li Shimin shook his head without hesitation. Seeing that he wasn't joking, he advised:
"Those who can threaten you are waiting at Yuema Bridge. And this time it has nothing to do with the struggle for the world. They are seeking martial arts and immortality, and have no principles. They will definitely make a move."

“Alright,” Zhou Yi laughed, “then let me see which hero in this world can snatch the relic from my hands.”

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(End of this chapter)