Wang Po was born in Tianliang, and he was not from the south, but because of the grievances and enmities with the Great Zhou court, the people in the south were very willing to accept him.
So when he became the master of Huaiyuan, he did not receive vigilance and hostility, but instead received welcome.
Compared with Su Li, his character and morality are more liked by the southerners, and he is more trustworthy and dependable.
In other words, he is more suitable as the flag of the south than Su Li, but first, he needs to raise this flag.
The entire south has been waiting for the day when he breaks through the realm and enters the sacred place, but no one thought that this day would come so early, and it would appear so sudden that no one was ready for it.
Today, his iron knife cut off the sky of Kyoto, raised the flag fluttering in the wind, and the south finally ushered in its own flag.
Except for those legends that can no longer be verified, he is the youngest person to enter the sacred realm.
Or in the future, in the younger generation represented by Mr. Qiushan, there will be someone who surpasses his achievements, but no one can be sure.
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On the Luoshui embankment, the three chariots retreated slowly, and the willow branches swayed gently in the wind, unable to stay.
Looking over there, the second master of the Tang family had a gloomy expression, but he did nothing. The two generals and hundreds of habayashi soldiers also remained silent.
The three chariots looked inconspicuous, but they represented the entire Tiannan, and they had clearly expressed their attitude.
They couldn't do anything else, otherwise, it would mean that the court and the Wenshui Tang family would turn against the whole south.
No one can take on this responsibility, not even if he is a big shot sent by the Wenshui Tang family to the capital.
In the entire capital, and even the entire continent, there is only one person who can take on this responsibility.
Dao Zun Shang sailed.
The second master of the Tang family withdrew his gaze from that side, and looked somewhere to the north.
Of the two things to do today, one has already failed, and the remaining one is more important.
The Pope's position represents the resources and power of the state religion, which is as deep as the ocean, and there can be no more problems.
Chen Changsheng must die.
Clouds and snow, like a flock of sheep driven by whips, walk slowly in the dark sky.
The sage of Baidi City is temporarily balancing the situation in Li Palace.
People in the south don't care about Chen Changsheng's life and the continuation of the state religion. People like Patriarch Qiushan are even more willing to see Chen Changsheng die.
No one should come to rescue Chen Changsheng.
In this way, today can be said to be barely a tie.
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The three chariots drove out of Kyoto without any hindrance.
The snow-covered Wuliyuan shows its full figure on the side of the Baihe River. After crossing the bridge, you can embark on the official road back to the south.
Guan Feibai motioned for the chariot to stop, said something to Patriarch Qiushan, and saluted to leave.
The curtain of the chariot in front was lifted, revealing Wang Po's somewhat pale face.
"What are you going to do?"
Guan Feibai said: "That guy should be in trouble now, I'll go and see if I can help."
When he said this, his tone was very natural, and he felt very taken for granted, so even though his voice was very steady, he also showed a particularly righteous feeling.
Wang Po laughed, thinking that Lishan Sword Sect is really extraordinary, these young disciples are much better than senior Su Li.
"No need to go." He went on to say: "That guy has his own arrangements, so he doesn't need to help more."
Walking from Shi Lang's Mansion to Beicheng, they talked a lot by the Luoshui River, about Wang Zhice and Zhou Garden, Dao of the Sword and Sword Soul, and naturally they also talked about what they were about to do.
The guy asked him to help hold the iron tree, and there was no other request.
Wang Po did more, cut down the iron tree, so that guy can naturally finish the rest.
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The snow fell on the ruins, on the guy's shoulders.
A sword light came out from the wind and snow, like lightning.
At this moment, Jian Guang is still more than ten feet away from him, but the next moment will come, and the sword of the strong star-gathering realm can ignore this distance.
Chen Changsheng didn't look at it, and still stared at Xiaode, ignoring that sword light, seeming a little too proud and conceited.
This is not the case, when the sword light appeared, he had already drawn the sword, but no one noticed except Xiaode who was very close.
A clear and crisp sword cry resounded through the courtyard deep in Beibingmasi Hutong.
That was the sound of two swords intersecting.
The wind and snow cleared away suddenly, and a master of the official cleanup department was forced to show his figure, and backed away with a muffled grunt.
A gap the size of a grain of rice appeared on the sword he held in his hand.
This is his Zongmen Mountain Sword, which is extremely cherished by him, but he has no time to feel heartache at this moment, and his heart is full of shock.
He stared at the snow sky in front of him, his face was pale, as if he saw a ghost.
In the snowy sky, floating an ancient sword, making a humming sound.
What kind of sword is this? How could he actually cut his own Zongmen mountain sword
More importantly, where did this sword... come from
When he was still in extreme shock, another sword light pierced through the wind and snow and stabbed at Chen Changsheng.
This sword light was even more insidious, starting two feet below the ground, the angle was extremely tricky, and it actually carried a bit of the Wu Clan's swordsmanship.
Chen Changsheng saw this sword light, but he still didn't move.
The cold wind suddenly turbulent, an old sword appeared in front of the sword light, as if born out of nowhere.
When the two swords meet, the sound of the swords is chaotic.
With a strange cry, an assassin from Tianji Pavilion fell from the tree into the snowdrift in a state of embarrassment. A wound appeared on his left shoulder, dripping with blood.
"How is this going!"
The Tianji Pavilion Assassin raised his body, swung his sword wildly, desperately resisted the old sword's pursuit, and shouted in shock.
Several thunder-like crashes sounded in the snowy sky.
Several strong men from the Great Zhou army who had made a frontal assault uttered several muffled grunts, and were shaken back to the bottom of the courtyard wall.
Their hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and their expressions were very dignified.
Several swords appeared out of nowhere again in the snowy sky, but unlike the ghostly swords before, these swords were obviously much thicker and heavier.
Even after hundreds of years of grinding and washing, these heavy swords still contain extremely terrifying power.
A strange atmosphere enveloped the courtyard.
No one shot again.
With a clear cry, the old sword that was chasing the Tianji Pavilion killer flew back through the snow and stopped in front of Chen Changsheng.
More than ten swords were quietly suspended in the air around his body, receiving the snowflakes falling from the sky, and guarding all directions.
These swords have different shapes and breaths, but they have one thing in common, that is, they are very old.
Rust can even be seen on some of the swords, but it doesn't hide the edge a bit.
Looking at this scene, the powerhouses of the imperial court remembered the rumor, and their expressions became extremely solemn, and even began to show fear.
If that rumor is true, then this should only be the beginning.
Sure enough, at the next moment, they heard many voices.
choke choke choke!
It wasn't the sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard, but the sound of the blade breaking through the snowy sky.
Countless swords flew out from in front of Chen Changsheng.
It's like countless fish, constantly gushing out of the deep pool.
Between the courtyards, the sword intent and the sword light blazed, covering up the color of the wind and snow.