Chapter 2512: Departure
In the grand palace.
As soon as Jiang Xuan entered the palace, he saw the young man wearing a green robe above the palace. This young man's eyes were so majestic that people dared not look straight at him.
"Your Majesty." Lord Qin Yuanling spoke.
"Your Majesty." Jiang Xuan also shouted.
King Fei looked down, and finally focused on Jiang Xuan, "Are you Jiang Xuan? Qin Yuan has mentioned you in front of me many times. Although there are many ridge masters in our Fei King camp, people like you are , as a high-level emperor, you are the first one who can become the master of a ridge."
"It's the Lord of Qinyuan Mountain who made the mistake."
Jiang Xuan said humbly.
"You guys sit down."
Fei Wang waved his hand.
Jiang Xuan immediately sat down on a chair beside him, and at the same time said hello to the other two people beside him, "Master Yunyang Ridge, Master Chixiao Ridge."
"Master of Qingjian Ridge."
The Lords of Yunyang Ridge and Chixiao Ridge, who had arrived at the hall a long time ago, also spoke one after another, and their attitudes were quite polite.
After some pleasantries, Fei Wang spoke again.
"I think all three of you must know what happened this time. After all, Lord Lin Jin personally invited me this time, so I don't dare to be careless. And the three of you should be the most powerful swordsmen in our King Fei camp. There are three of us, you go to Wanjian Mountain, you can’t embarrass me.”
"yes."
Jiang Xuan and the others immediately responded.
"Um."
King Fei nodded, then took out another token and handed it to Master Yunyangling, "In ten days, Wanjian Mountain will be opened, so the three of you hurry up and go there early."
Jiang Xuan and the other three looked at each other, then bowed and left.
After leaving the main hall, Jiang Xuan, Master Yunyang Ridge, and Master Chixiao Ridge gathered together.
"Master Yunyangling, you have been to Wanjian Mountain once before. Please tell me and Jiang Xuan what happened there and tell it in detail."
The main road of Chixiaoling.
Wanjian Mountain will be opened every one hundred years, and the last time Wanjian Mountain was opened, Lord Yunyangling had visited it.
"It will take at least five days to get to Wanjian Mountain from here. Don't worry, we will talk as we go."
Lord Yunyangling smiled lightly, and the three of them immediately headed towards Wanjian Mountain.
…
Wanjian Mountain has opened again, which is a great blessing for the powerful people in Beilan Prefecture.
Jiang Xuan and the other three were not the only sword cultivators attracted.
In the entire Beilan Prefecture and many territories, the sixty-four kings have received invitations. Like Fei Wang, each king has three quotas for recommendation, and Lord Lin Jin, one of the Eight Emperors, personally invited, None of these kings dare to refuse to show their face.
Son, they all asked the three best sword cultivators below to come over.
In addition, there are many casual practitioners of swordsmanship who are not under the control of the king, but as long as they have high attainments in swordsmanship and are well-known, they will also be invited.
At this time, in a territory that was not controlled by the Sixty-Four Kings, there was a burly figure on the edge of a cliff.
This man has disheveled hair and a vicissitude in his eyes, and he has a long sword slung behind him.
At this time, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, holding a wine gourd in his hand, drinking freely.
call out! call out! call out!
A sudden sound of breaking wind came, and in an instant, ten figures appeared in front of the disheveled man, surrounding the disheveled man in the center.
These people have extremely high cultivation levels, and the lowest one is also at the ninth level of the Supreme Emperor.
The thin middle-aged man at the head is a strong man who has reached the pinnacle of respecting the emperor!
The thin middle-aged man looked at the disheveled man with a hint of violence in his eyes.
"Duguchen, this time, I want to see where you run away!"
"escape?"
The man with disheveled hair who was standing on the edge of the cliff drinking, raised his head at this moment, glanced at the thin middle-aged and others with his deep and weathered eyes, and then said indifferently, "I... never thought of escaping!"
"Don't run away? Then you will die!"
The thin middle-aged man let out a sharp shout, and his figure immediately turned into an afterimage and flew out.
The ridge masters surrounding the disheveled man also took action.
It was only then that the man with disheveled hair, who had been drinking, turned around, and the moment he turned around, a dazzling light shot out like a substance.
The long sword behind him was also unsheathed suddenly. The moment it was unsheathed, a vast sword intent rose up.
"Soldier of the Holy Spirit!"
When the thin middle-aged man and the strong men around him saw the long sword in the hand of the disheveled man, a flash of greed flashed in their eyes, and then they collided head-on with the disheveled man.
The war broke out instantly.
But such a fierce battle only lasted for a while and then completely subsided.
On the hill, the man with the vicissitudes of life slowly put his long sword back into its scabbard. When he turned his hand, a wine gourd appeared again in his hand. He stood on the top of the mountain, looking towards the endless sky, as if Thinking about something.
Around him, there were dead bodies lying.
Including the thin middle-aged man who had reached the ultimate peak of the Supreme Emperor, he also became a cold corpse.
"It's been a year, and I don't know if that kid has accomplished his goal and wiped out the Guzun clan."
The disheveled man murmured softly. In the grand palace.
As soon as Jiang Xuan entered the palace, he saw the young man wearing a green robe above the palace. This young man's eyes were so majestic that people dared not look straight at him.
"Your Majesty." Lord Qin Yuanling spoke.
"Your Majesty." Jiang Xuan also shouted.
King Fei looked down, and finally focused on Jiang Xuan, "Are you Jiang Xuan? Qin Yuan has mentioned you in front of me many times. Although there are many ridge masters in our Fei King camp, people like you are , as a high-level emperor, you are the first one who can become the master of a ridge."
"It's the Lord of Qinyuan Mountain who made the mistake."
Jiang Xuan said humbly.
"You guys sit down."
Fei Wang waved his hand.
Jiang Xuan immediately sat down on a chair beside him, and at the same time said hello to the other two people beside him, "Master Yunyang Ridge, Master Chixiao Ridge."
"Master of Qingjian Ridge."
The Lords of Yunyang Ridge and Chixiao Ridge, who had arrived at the hall a long time ago, also spoke one after another, and their attitudes were quite polite.
After some pleasantries, Fei Wang spoke again.
"I think all three of you must know what happened this time. After all, Lord Lin Jin personally invited me this time, so I don't dare to be careless. And the three of you should be the most powerful swordsmen in our King Fei camp. There are three of us, you go to Wanjian Mountain, you can’t embarrass me.”
"yes."
Jiang Xuan and the others immediately responded.
"Um."
King Fei nodded, then took out another token and handed it to Master Yunyangling, "In ten days, Wanjian Mountain will be opened, so the three of you hurry up and go there early."
Jiang Xuan and the other two looked at each other, then bowed and left.
After leaving the main hall, Jiang Xuan, Master Yunyang Ridge, and Master Chixiao Ridge gathered together.
"Master Yunyangling, you have been to Wanjian Mountain once before. Please tell me and Jiang Xuan what happened there and tell it in detail."
The main road of Chixiaoling.
Wanjian Mountain will be opened every one hundred years, and the last time Wanjian Mountain was opened, Lord Yunyangling had visited it.
"It will take at least five days to get to Wanjian Mountain from here. Don't worry, we will talk as we go."
Lord Yunyangling smiled lightly, and the three of them immediately headed towards Wanjian Mountain.
…
Wanjian Mountain has opened again, which is a great blessing for the powerful people in Beilan Prefecture.
Jiang Xuan and the other three were not the only sword cultivators attracted.
In the entire Beilan Prefecture and many territories, the sixty-four kings have received invitations. Like Fei Wang, each king has three quotas for recommendation, and Lord Lin Jin, one of the Eight Emperors, personally invited, None of these kings dare to refuse to show their face.
Son, they all asked the three best sword cultivators below to come over.
In addition, there are many casual practitioners of swordsmanship who are not under the control of the king, but as long as they have high attainments in swordsmanship and are well-known, they will also be invited.
At this time, in a territory that was not controlled by the Sixty-Four Kings, there was a burly figure on the edge of a cliff.
This man has disheveled hair and a vicissitude in his eyes, and he has a long sword slung behind him.
At this time, he was standing on the edge of the cliff, holding a wine gourd in his hand, drinking freely.
call out! call out! call out!
A sudden sound of breaking wind came, and in an instant, ten figures appeared in front of the disheveled man, surrounding the disheveled man in the center.
These people have extremely high cultivation levels, and the lowest one is also at the ninth level of the Supreme Emperor.
The thin middle-aged man at the head is a strong man who has reached the pinnacle of respecting the emperor!
The thin middle-aged man looked at the disheveled man with a hint of violence in his eyes.
"Duguchen, this time, I want to see where you run away!"
"escape?"
The man with disheveled hair who was standing on the edge of the cliff drinking, raised his head at this moment, glanced at the thin middle-aged and others with his deep and weathered eyes, and then said indifferently, "I... never thought of escaping!"
"Don't run away? Then you will die!"
The thin middle-aged man let out a sharp shout, and his figure immediately turned into an afterimage and flew out.
The ridge masters surrounding the disheveled man also took action.
It was only then that the man with disheveled hair, who had been drinking, turned around, and the moment he turned around, a dazzling light shot out like a substance.
The long sword behind him was also unsheathed suddenly. The moment it was unsheathed, a vast sword intent rose up.
"Soldier of the Holy Spirit!"
When the thin middle-aged man and the strong men around him saw the long sword in the hand of the disheveled man, a flash of greed flashed in their eyes, and then they collided head-on with the disheveled man.
The war broke out instantly.
But such a fierce battle only lasted for a while and then completely subsided.
On the hill, the man with the vicissitudes of his eyes slowly put his long sword back into its scabbard. When he turned his hand, a wine gourd appeared again in his hand. He stood on the top of the mountain, looking towards the endless sky, as if Thinking about something.
Around him, there were dead bodies lying.
Including the thin middle-aged man who had reached the ultimate peak of the Supreme Emperor, he also became a cold corpse.
"It's been a year, and I don't know if that kid has accomplished his goal and wiped out the Guzun clan."
The disheveled man murmured softly.
