Chapter 930 Ending, Dayu becomes a laughing stock?

That night, the streets of Yuwang City were full of blood, and the sky was dark above the palace. The palace was filled with murderous intent.

When the sky was slightly bright, the snow had stopped. The martial arts masters who had escaped looked out from the windows of the inn and restaurant. No one dared to step onto the street.

The pure white snow covered the capital with a layer of white clothes. Looking around, there were many attics sitting in a staggered manner, and the sound of the piano could be heard faintly.

"What happened last night?"

Some warriors who missed this big show looked at their companions who came back from the street with curiosity, and their faces were full of confusion.

"Who won between the Sword Saint and the Demon Lord?"

"What happened to the shouting and killing last night?"

All those who came back alive kept silent about what happened last night. They looked at the palace, and their faces were full of awe and fear.

"Shut up!"

"Don't ask more questions. From now on, all matters of the court and the public of Dayu are not allowed to be discussed. Those who violate the order will be expelled from the sect!"

...

On the long street

The streets have been cleaned up, and there is no trace of bloody battles. Only the strong smell of blood came from the sewers that were just repaired last year.

The lanterns swept down by the street, the sword marks on the rock slabs, and the broken fingers left in the corner by the cleaners all indicate the unrest of last night.

But for the people in the capital, last night and today are just ordinary days. They still carry hoes to plow the land and gather at the entrance of the alley to brag and chat.

"Grandpa, are we too late?"

"It is rumored that the Sword Saint and the Demon Lord fought in the Dayu Palace, but now Dayu's palace is intact. Could it be that the Demon Lord is afraid of the Sword Saint and dare not keep the appointment?"

"Don't say too much. How can we criticize the existence of those two?"

The girl pouted and looked at the old man beside her: "Grandpa, what does the Sword Saint look like?"

"Forgot!"

The old man shook his head, and a flash of memory flashed in his eyes: "The last time Grandpa saw him was more than 20 years ago, and he just looked at him from a distance."

"Back then, that person who had not yet been ranked The Sword Saint, however, has also emerged and suppressed a generation. "

"Grandpa, is the Sword Saint very strong?"

"Haha!"

The old man smiled and said calmly: "At that level, it is no exaggeration to say that one person is enough to flatten a country."

"Hiss!"

The girl's face was full of shock, and then replaced by deep regret: "It's all Dayu's fault. Why did you seal the city in the middle of the night!"

"Otherwise, maybe we could have entered the city last night to see the situation."

"Let's go and ask someone."

The grandfather and grandson walked towards a restaurant next to them, where a storyteller was telling the story of the battle between the Demon Lord and the Sword Saint.

"Then the demon lord appeared, a full moon crossed the sky, everything in the world seemed to be still at this moment, even the snowflakes falling in the sky solidified at that moment..."

"The sword of the sword saint spanned more than ten miles, and the vast sword energy seemed to be able to flatten everything in the world..."

"Just when the two were about to decide the winner, they rose into the sky together, jumped into the sky, covering the sky and the moon, and the sky and the earth were dark. Even the warriors in front of the palace gate couldn't see what was happening in the sky."

"So, some warriors wanted to climb the palace city, but unexpectedly, a group of only a thousand armored infantry appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of the palace gate, fighting a bloody battle with 100,000 martial arts heroes!"

"Last night there was a violent storm, blood and flesh flew everywhere, corpses were everywhere, and screams continued!"

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Yongwang Mansion.

It was another sunny morning, but the air in Yuwang City today seemed to be polluted, with a faint smell of blood.

Zhang Sanfeng sat in front of Ning Fan, and Xiao Qiao waited on the side.

"My Lord!"

Jiang Li bowed slightly and said softly: "It has been arranged. Now all the restaurants and teahouses have started. When the brothels open in the evening, we will invite the storyteller to come over."

"Yes!"

"Where is Dayu Daily?"

"Wait for the Lord's order."

"Open for sale!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Li bowed respectfully, and a man like an iron tower stood aside and said silently: "My Lord, more than 8,000 heads were beheaded last night. The formation has been thoroughly run-in and no one is damaged!"

"Good!"

Ning Fan's face also had some joy: "The Iron Eagle Warrior is the sharpest sword in my hand. I want him to not only kill generals and enemies on the battlefield, but also be invincible in the world!"

"Meng Tian, ​​continue to polish the formation and see if it can be further improved!"

"Hi!"

Meng Tian entered the world the night before, and is also the trump card in his hand this time.

After the Iron Eagle Warrior's battle, the world and the temple should be terrified.

...

In the restaurant. The storyteller's story was also coming to an end.

"The long street was full of blood, but the two peerless masters above the sky were silent."

"Several sword energies crossed the sky, and at that moment, the imperial city seemed to be split in two, and the magic power and sword energy spread over dozens of miles."

"It seemed that the world would collapse in the next moment."

The storyteller paused and took a sip of tea. The guests below were already impatient.

"In the end?"

"Who won?"

"You old man, what are you drinking? Tell me, who won in the end?"

The old man shook his head: "Who won or lost, I don't know, but in the end, the sword of Pingtian Sword Saint did not fall, and Xiaoyue Demon Lord's unparalleled palm was also not shot out."

"What?"

"Old man, is this your end?"

"Hmph, do you believe I'll chop you off with one knife?"

A burly man looked displeased, staring coldly at the storyteller.

The old man was not afraid at all, and said with a smile: "Last night, 100,000 people from the martial arts world gathered on this long street. Under the watchful eyes of the public, whether it is true or false, you can know it with one question."

"And this gentleman, we have a rule in Yuwang City. No matter you are a master or a martial arts master, as long as you use force in Yuwang City, you can be imprisoned in an incense stick of time!"

"So, don't threaten me, I'm a coward."

"You!"

The man looked annoyed, but he didn't dare to do anything. He just laughed and said: "Hmph, Dayu can only bully us martial arts shrimps."

"If the Jinyiwei were really so powerful, would they let the Sword Saint and the Demon Lord ride on their palace city to fight?"

"Hahaha!"

As soon as this was said, all the martial arts people present last night laughed.

Last night, they saved their lives, but they were not convinced. They were killed by only a thousand soldiers and fled in all directions. It was a complete disgrace.

Now that they have the opportunity to laugh at Dayu, they are naturally merciless.

"Dayu is a typical bully."

"A powerful country in the Central Plains will become a laughing stock for thousands of years after this!"

"It's really ridiculous... The palace of a country has become a stage for others to duel!"

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