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Chapter 25 Kneel down and be my dog! !

Polu County, General's Mansion!
Outside the courtyard, there was already chaos!
Guarding the gate, there were 20 elite soldiers wearing heavy armor. Corpses lay scattered on the ground.

The autumn wind is biting and the evil spirit is strong.

It makes passersby around you tremble with fear!
Just now!

Someone was dressed in a black gold robe, with a red sword in the palm of his hand, and a white-haired witch accompanying him. Without handing over a greeting card, he majestically tried to break into Ji's house. When the soldiers heard this, they immediately used their swords, but they were all killed in three blows. Kill them all!

"Where did this young murderer come from!"

Someone tremblingly came closer.

Because that young man in black and gold clothes, who looks gorgeous and attractive,
Before stepping into Ji's Mansion, he walked across the threshold with his head high and looked at the soldiers and armor in the crowd as nothing.

He once carved two lines of large characters on the beams and columns on both sides.

At this moment, those who were brave enough to see the two people walking away wanted to take a look out of curiosity and courage, but saw:

Those two lines of large characters with sharp edges and corners, sharp and sharp, penetrating the beams and pillars, vigorous and powerful, only read————

[Revenge does not take overnight, a thousand miles will be equalized in one day! 】

[Ji Zhuolu was unruly and sent 130 Xuanjia soldiers of the Polu army to attack Fulong Mountain in the west, resulting in the death of seven of my [-] men last night. What a villain! 】

【I am here today,】

【Behead the dog! 】

[Fulong Zhangzun, 'Heavenly Sword' Wang Dongxuanliu! 】

When they saw the handwriting, some people's pupils widened and they immediately looked inside!
But seeing the smell of blood filling the air, the two men had already marched straight in, and no one could be their enemy!
"The smoke and clouds of Fulong Mountain dominate Qilu, but isn't the 'Jade Flute Sword' rumored to be dead? Who is this 'Heavenly Sword' Wang Dongxuan? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Hey, I vaguely remember this name. It seems that he is a disciple of Fulongshan King Martial Saint. It is reasonable for a master to die and become a disciple, but..."

"Isn't it rumored recently that the contemporary general Polu has understood the beauty of persuasion?"

"In addition, there are many masters in the Polu army who can be used as arms. Even if this young man's sword has a bit of the master's spirit, it is terrible that it may not be possible!"

"Since Wang Wusheng is dead, why not endure it for 20 years before taking revenge?"

"Young and frivolous, you are still young and frivolous after all!"

Some people slapped their thighs fiercely and couldn't help but sigh. Many people with strong muscles and a bit of strength in their bodies even echoed after hearing this.

There was a hint of regret for Luo Jing in his tone.
And
Dissatisfaction with Polu Ji Clan!
Under the feet of the 'Emperor', people can complain.

This shows what General Polu's behavior is like.

However, it is not surprising.

Practicing martial arts and raising an army is extremely resource- and money-consuming.

What's more, the power of ruling a state has to give a portion of the cake to many separatist sects and gangs, and only rely on what is left.
How can we support tens of thousands of black armor elites and a family of Qi-blood warriors?

If you don't collect taxes, you'll be heavier; if you don't suck blood, you'll be harsher.
It can't be a climate at all!
No wonder,
Ji Zhuolu wants to use his strength and his soldiers quickly to capture Fulongshan and most of the gang leaders without any fuss!
Let's share the benefits together.

How can you compare to me who eats them all? !
This kind of thing has not happened in Polu County for decades, and a group of people were talking about it.

It wasn't until the sound of horse hooves and a forest of soldiers encircling them that these unrelated people were filled with fear and retreated one after another, fearing that their lives and fortunes would be affected by this incident.

Except not far away.

With a veil on one side and long sleeves in yellow clothes, the woman looked quite graceful and graceful. Her eyes were shining with splendor and she was whispering:
"No, no"

"This is not the same as what the 'Hexagram' shows."

"'Heavenly Sword' Wang Dongxuan?"

"The master of Fulong Mountain is weak and his ministers are strong, and there are internal and external troubles. I, Penglai Island, wanted to come here to bring order to the chaos and unite the efforts of the six families to get a glimpse of the secrets of the Snow Mountain. But looking at it this way, even if it is a mythical relic, it is ranked among the 'Nine Lights' A high-grade hexagram plate may not be able to solve everything."

"noob."

The woman in yellow tugged at the kid next to her, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, and said:
"You possess the 'Destiny', and you are the son of destiny who can save the Qilu land from overthrowing in the future. You must make friends with all those who can withstand the catastrophe."

"Now the 'Wang Dongxuan' has achieved great success, and will soon be famous all over the world and powerful in Qilu."

"You can try your best to have a good relationship with them before the Seven Jue Alliance in the future."

"Even my master can't see through it, and even those who misread their destiny must have a 'destiny'!"

"I just don't know how far the destiny he has been born can reach."

"Shidu? Jiuyao?"

"Or... higher?"

side,

A disciple named Jiang Xiaobai took the jade hand of the woman in yellow, held it tightly, and said yes.

In the General's Mansion, in front of the Ax Hall!
"It's the general's confidant, Huo Xiaoqi!"

"Isn't he accomplished in refining marrow?"

"That boy!"

Swish!
Someone drew a knife, and when the smoke cleared and the burly figure flew backwards, his eyes widened!

Immediately, the young man walked up to the hall with his head held high, looking down at the generals who were drawing swords or wielding knives, eyeing the generals who were waiting in formation. Finally, he looked directly at the stern and surprised Ji Zhuolu, who was holding a sword with one hand. Sword, he said:

"Ji Gong, did you expect Wang Dongxuan to come to your door today?"

Looking at Luo Jing being targeted by the sword, he was full of energy and showed no fear. Ji Zhuolu had no expression on his face and spoke slowly:
“Not really”

Looking at the young man in front of him, his eyebrows were raised, he was wearing a black gold Palm Master robe, and his divine light was impressive.

Ji Zhuolu's eyes moved and he nodded slightly:
"I now know why Ji Wumu is willing to die in Fulong Mountain instead of doing anything for me."

"I remember that I, Ji Zhuolu, have been in the world for nearly 40 years, and I have never seen a young talent as outstanding as you."

"Even if I had the Jade Flute Sword and Xiang Aiming, I still wouldn't be able to become a Grandmaster at your age!"

Ji Zhuolu stood up slowly, the heavy pressure almost hitting his face.

With undisguised admiration in his cold tone, he called out to the many generals who were facing each other with swords and swords, with horrified expressions on their faces:
"Master."

"he?"

Just kidding!
Such a young master?
Some were suspicious.

'Da da da'

At this time, Ji Zhuolu had already walked off the antler carpet.

He approached Luo Jing step by step and sniffed lightly. When he smelled the thick blood, he couldn't help but frown:

"Killed so many people."

"These are all good men under my command."

"You're making it difficult for me."

Ji Zhuolu is tall and tall.

This standing was more than a head taller than Luo Jing. The lion's hair was woven into a shawl on his shoulders. He was wearing cold iron armor. The wolf's head was branded on the breastplate, as if he wanted to devour others.

For a moment, he thought about it, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to have really thought about it seriously:
"How about this"

"Kneel down,"

"General, I'll give you a chance."

He raised his two arms high, and two cyclones gradually condensed in his palms. Among them, there was the sound of dragon roars, which mingled and almost turned into substance.

Ji Zhuolu's face was expressionless:
"It's been more than ten years, do you really think I can't understand the 'Saint of Martial Arts'?"

"Wang Dongxuan!"

"Kneel down now and break down the eagles and dogs for me so that I can drive them, and then offer Ji Wumu's head. I cherish my talents. I will raise an army in the future and I will grant you the title of Duke."

"If not"

boom!
He pressed his palms together and then clapped!
Suddenly, a cyclone condensed into its true form and turned into a roaring golden dragon. It suddenly rushed out and exploded on top of a giant lion outside the Ax Hall, immediately blasting it to pieces!

"Shattered into pieces, this is your fate!"

(End of this chapter)