The Days in Central Plains

Chapter 82: Three sticks break happy

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Boom booming, but I saw a loft in the palace garden, like tofu, cut in half by a sharp weapon, the lower half of the loft still stands, and the upper half slips to the ground.

Hear the lazy voice of Sansu, Guo Xiaoyao, after twenty years, your Nine Heavens Sword Art is nothing more than that.

Everyone was shocked, Sansu and Guo Xiaoyao stood on the roofs of the Palace of Supreme Harmony and Wenjing Hall and looked at each other. Guo Xiaoyao was dressed in a long gown in Tsing Yi, rising without wind in the night, and a red long sword in his hand glowed with a dark red light. Sansu had no mastery style, ragged clothes, a shabby robe full of holes, and a black stick in his hand.

Liu Qingfeng said, why is this stick so familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere.

I took a look and said, isn't this the shit-chucking stick in the hut of the Heavenly Master's Mansion? I can think of it. The Sansu and Guo Xiaoyao are opposed to each other, and I heard the words from our side, yelling, the little baby understands a fart, this Guo Xiaoyao will not come early or late, so he attacked me while I was shit, and made me even use the toilet paper. It was useless to fight!

Guo Xiaoyao said that you old man, I called you in the Heavenly Master's Mansion for a long time and you didn't come out, but you secretly hid in the pit and refused to fight, so you were embarrassed to arrange it in disorder

The three sayings that you have already jumped out of the Three Realms. Did you forget about the Geneva Convention that Lu Chunyang made in Changping County back then

Liu Qingfeng asked, the Geneva Convention? What is this stuff

Mingjiao said that a hundred years ago, when Lu Zu’s ascension, he gathered land immortals outside the three realms in Changping and forced them to take an oath to surpass the three realms in martial arts and not to participate in secular battles. Those who were not convinced were all unconvinced. After being beaten back to the Three Realms by Lu Zu, this convention came into being.

Guo Xiaoyao said that the old guy has been soaring for a hundred years, and the vows you made at that time were nothing to do with me? Lao Tzu keeps the promise to give Lu Zamao face, what can you do to me if you don't keep the promise

It is said that you have the ability to wait for me to put on my pants, and I will fight you for three hundred rounds! When everyone looked up, they realized that Sansu was holding his pants with his other hand.

Stop the fucking nonsense, put on your pants if you have the ability!

Sansu couldn't fasten his pants with one hand, and he refused to throw away the shit-chucking stick, a little stalemate. After Guo Xiaoyao finished gathering his energy, he saw his figure soaring three feet, his sword like a dragon, flying in the air, and rushing towards Sansu. Sansu yelled shamelessly, and raised the dung stick to meet the enemy.

This kind of master showdown is quite different from the competition between Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen that I saw in autumn. Zhao and Ye are fighting each other, their internal strength is full, the wind is blowing, the sky is full of chrysanthemum leaves, it is very gorgeous, and then I learned that it was a commercial exhibition game planned by Xiaosheng Jianghu.

The fighting between the two is a life-and-death duel. Wherever a little bit of true energy is allowed to be wasted, when practicing beyond the three realms, the inner strength becomes more and more pure and honorable, and not a trace of glory will be leaked. The leaked aura suppressed some surgings.

The sword sticks are separated by three feet, the red light on the long sword separates from the sword body, and shoots away at Sansu's chest. Sansu instantly moved three feet out of thin air to avoid the sword light, and the dung-stirring stick violently fought with the long sword. Sansu shouted, half an inch of rivers and mountains, broken!

Boom boom boom, boom boom!

Guo Xiaoyao retreated one mile! Along the way, countless palace buildings were smashed to the outside of the palace. The three vulgars laughed, you didn't call your concubine from Lingshu Palace to help, why didn't you show up? Speaking of running towards Guo Xiaoyao, he took the initiative again!

Guo Xiaoyao retreated another ten miles.

Three common voices came from afar, if you have the ability to pick me up the third stick!

Rumble, Guo Xiaoyao is already thirty miles away.

This night, Sansu held a shit-stirring stick, and the three sticks beat the world's number one Guo Xiaoyao out of the capital.

In the Palace Garden, Mingjiao tore off a long shirt on his body and bandaged the wound for me, full of complaints. You are an eighth-grade low hand, and here is not as good as a slightly higher-ranking imperial army. What can you do if you have nothing to do

Jia Ming looked at me not far away and asked, are you okay? Mingjiao gave Jia Ming a cold look.

When the king of Shu swung his sword to point out the emperor, the white cavalry lined up side by side, dismounted, formed a formation, pulled out their weapons, and slowly advanced towards the North Hall. The murderous aura in the army was chilling.

I wonder if the three thousand imperial troops in the imperial city have been ****, why haven't they seen me come to rescue. The Ming emperor rushed to the rivers and lakes and said that he would not kill the enemy for me

Eighty arena masters drew out their weapons one after another to face the eight hundred cavalry. Mingjiao told Liu Qingfeng that this was the Eight Hundred Kylin Army of the King of Shu. They had beaten Nanzhao to pieces in the middle of Shu. After a while, the war will begin. You hide behind us. Don't let the blood of Qin Sanguan rush to the head.

These are the top masters of the martial arts in the arena. The worst martial arts are the third and fourth ranks. Although they have no number advantage, they are masters of individual combat.

Xiaosheng Jianghu said that if a martial arts master is against a soldier in the army, one person can count as ten. Ten people can kill fifty people. A hundred people may not necessarily kill five hundred people. If a thousand arena masters are against a thousand soldiers, I am afraid that the arena will only be slaughtered. It’s just that tonight the Palace Garden is small and suitable for street fighting, so it won’t be too disadvantaged.

Kill! Sound! Four! Up!

Short-handedly, the Kirin Army fought in groups of ten, but everyone in the rivers and lakes fought separately. In the palace garden, the biggest melee since the founding of Ming Dynasty was ushered in a hundred years. Less than a stick of incense, blood flowed across the courtyard, and corpses were everywhere.

Ye Liangchen and Huang Xiaoyu were also in a melee. As the world's fourth master, they actually fought Huang Xiaoyu in a difficult match. It's just that ordinary people and soldiers didn't dare to entangle themselves nearby. Those who accidentally entered the battle circle between the two were killed by sword energy.

Brother Sanguan! I followed the prestige, but it was a small Taoist boy in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, holding a dark thing in his hand. I asked why you came here? Xiaodaotong said, the ancestors asked me to take care of this. The front eye is on the altar in front of the north hall.

I took a look at this dark sign, about six inches wide and four inches long. On the back, there was a bite-off pear painted on the back. It wrote a few Western words: Upad, what is it? I don’t know how to use it. . Xiaodaotong said that standing in the eyes of the formation, you know how to activate the second chief officer and the eighteen side formation of the Jingshen formation. I said why don't you use it? Xiao Dao Tong shook his head and said, I can't go up. By the way, the ancestors also let me give you a kit, saying that you can open it when you are in trouble.

At this time, the Kirin Army suddenly stopped attacking, and there were heavy casualties of more than 80 people from the rivers and lakes here, and fewer than 40 people were able to fight the first battle.

Shu King Zhu Leshi looked at Emperor Ming and asked the emperor to abdicate again!

Emperor Ming's face was uncertain, and he did not speak.

The Qilin Army slowly dispersed to both sides, and a middle-aged Taoist aunt, holding a pipa in her hand, came forward from behind the Qilin Army. The woman looked more than forty years old, dressed in a Taoist gown, and had a voluptuous figure. She looked like a milf.

Liu Qingfeng said, this lady looks very smelly.

The Taoist aunt glanced at Liu Qingfeng, Liu Qingfeng let out a mouthful of blood and knelt to the ground. Grandma aunt, spare her life!

The Taoist aunt ignored it and walked slowly towards Emperor Ming.

Lingshu Palace Master Wu Mochou, another master outside the three realms, finally appeared.