The Divine Martial Stars

Two rounds of red sun, one after the other, rise on the horizon of the East.

After dawn, the morning sun dissipated.

A new day is coming.

For the Northern Song Dynasty, this day may be nailed to the shame column.

Because the first beauty of the empire, the most beautiful pearl of the empire, it is forced to marry the owner of the Nangong family.

One is the 28-year-old Chinese girl who is a prosperous age, one is the old man who is married and married, but still has a reputation for being fluent.

For any woman, such marriage is undoubtedly a disaster.

In the palace, there are lights everywhere.

The disciples of the Nangong family are all beaming and enter the palace, such as the downtown area.

Nangong Chunliang occupies the nest, and has completely occupied the palace. The Northern Song Dynasty Emperor was forced to dedicate the palace as a place of marriage.

In the past few days, the people of the Nangong family, some of the Zongmen disciples who are attached to the Nangong family, have arbitrarily entered the palace, and have made a lot of things, even the insults of the palace ladies, even some of the nephews of the Northern Song Dynasty. The princess was all ridiculed, and the news spread, and it was full of enthusiasm, but the royal family of the Northern Song Dynasty could not help.

The 269-year-old Nangong Chunliang, wearing a red robe, stood at the door of the Qinzheng Temple and overlooked the palace. There was a sense of happiness in his heart.

Today, for him, for the entire Nangong family, it is extremely important.

He has absolute confidence in his son.

The Nangong family has been raging for a thousand years, and finally they have soared.

The first person in the world martial arts appeared in the Nangong family.

And this homeowner has the opportunity to become the first existence in the history of the Chinese mainland above the three empire. When you think about it, it is exciting to tremble.

Sunrise East.

"Master, the Northern Song Dynasty Emperor and others, have already waited outside the palace according to your meaning, and will go to pick up the car with the car." A young man with a little red sand mark, temperament, dressed in black Come over and report reverently.

He is Zhang Da, a great disciple of Nangong Chunliang.

"Is the feathers coming back?" asked Nangong Chunliang.

Zhang Weidao: "The son's flying boat, went out last night, and has not returned in the early hours of the morning."

Nangong Chunliang smiled and said: "Before the war, Yu Er can still have such leisure and elegance. It must be a steady victory. No matter what, he will not miss today's business... Go, start."

The masters of the Nangong family came together.

Hundreds of people, surrounded by Nangong Chunliang, came to the palace gate.

The Northern Song Dynasty Emperor, whose gray hair was gray, looked sad and stood at the door, as if he was a follower, and other members of the royal family were dare to speak out, and walked behind the masters of the Nangong family, as if they were servants.

Along the way, the voice is full of people.

The major gates and the strongest family members who come to observe the ceremony are listed on the streets. There are tens of thousands of people in these martial arts. Together with a large number of Northern Song people who are forced to observe the ceremony, the streets can be said to be The sea is crowded with people, and the scale is grand.

For anyone in the Northern Song Dynasty, today is undoubtedly a day of humiliation.

Soon, the Eight Senses Wangfu is in sight.

The entire palace, half a month ago, has been completely surrounded by the forces of the Nangong family, and it is only allowed to enter.

"Ha ha ha, this family has arrived, why not see the bride out to meet the husband?" Nangong pure good attitude is a bit too much.

In fact, he deliberately made it for everyone to see. It is also necessary to stimulate Li Mu in this way. He believes that Li Mu must come today, perhaps hidden in the crowd, and want to wait for an opportunity to save people.

He is going to use this way to attack Li Mu’s martial arts.

It’s so cool to step on the reputation of a martial arts legend.

The Eighth King took the people in the house and slowly came out from the door.

"Hey, Lao Taishan personally went out to meet, how can I not see the county owner?" Nangong Chunliang smiled and went forward, said: "I did not tell, let the county owner personally wear a wedding dress, come out to meet me? If you haven’t passed the door yet, don’t you listen to the words of the husband?”

The Eight Hundred Kings look like iron and blue, and they don’t speak.

Zhao Wei, who is dressed in white, couldn’t help himself. He said: "Why should the Nangong owner be aggressive? Since ancient times, where did the new people come out to meet the truth? Are you not deliberately humiliating the county?"

Nangong’s pure eyes fell on Zhao’s body: “Are you?”

"Northern Song Zhao Wei."

Nangong pure good news, scorned a smile, said: "Oh, I heard that there is a rumor in the Northern Song Dynasty called Zhao Wei, originally a talent in the Northern Song Dynasty, once in the top champion, but unfortunately greedy beauty, years of unrequited love beads The county lord, gave up a good future, and was a funny pug for this woman... It’s sad.”

Zhao Wei looked resentful and said: "It is better than the Nangong family to be bullying. It is much better to take advantage of the arrogant face."

"The sword is coming." Nangong Chunliang reached out.

Zhang Wei sent a sacred ancient sword.

Nangong Chunliang holds the sword in his hand and looks indifferently: "This sword is the accompanying sword of the head of the Northern Song Dynasty Shenzong Qingcheng School. The Tao Ling sits in the empty mountain, loses morality and helps, not from the order of my Nangong family. My 麒麟儿南宫羽, smothered and hanged the mountain, the Qingcheng school was destroyed, the sword came to my hand, just because you just said, enough to die 10,000 times, but I thought you were a talent, if I can pick me up and I won’t kill you today."

After that, I didn’t wait for Zhao’s answer, and a sword broke out.

The air is as separate as butter.

Zhao Wei’s face changed greatly, only the shadow of death came instantly.

In the middle of that year, he was a literary actress, and later he learned Wu. How was Nangong Chunliang’s opponent of the millennial family owner, under the sword, he was fortunate?

puff!

Jian Mang is on Zhao Wei's body.

He squirted a blood, like a broken paper basket, and flew out dozens of meters, falling to the door of the Eight Immortals.

Nangong purely took the sword and smiled. He said: "I suddenly changed my mind. Today I am overjoyed. I shouldn’t kill, leave you a life, let you see how I love you with a single-love woman into the house, huh, huh... come here. , hang him at the gate of the palace."

The Eight Hundred Kings couldn’t help it anymore. They took a step forward and said, “The owner of Nangong can stop it.”

Nangong Chunliang smiled slightly and said: "Old Taishan retreats. Today I don't want to hurt you and me."

The Eight Hundred Kings were in front of the seriously injured Zhao Wei and angered: "Hey, what is the harmony between you and me?"

"Oh, a lot of age, how can you still be so ignorant? Some words should be said, some words, should not be said." Nangong Chunliang returned to the sheath, his eyes gradually cooled.

The Eight Hundred Kings seem to have made up their minds, and they will not let them go. They said loudly: "The old man said it, you can't take the rain today, unless the old man splashes five steps, and the liver and brain are painted in front of the palace." Resolutely reached the extreme.

"Oh, it's really not sensible." Nangong Chunliang shook his head, his face was not smug, said: "Old guy, I am afraid you can't stop it, this old bone, buried in today's pity. Finally, give you a chance to retire."

The Eight Hundred Kings are resolute and have no fear: "I said, unless I die."

Nangong Chunliang smiled lightly and stopped talking.

The younger disciple Zhang Yan took a sneer and walked straight away. It was extremely rude. He squeezed the neck of the Eight Kings, like a chicken, and dragged him to one side.

The old man's neck suffocated, making a squeaky voice, struggling with his hands and feet.

And there are other Nangong family disciples who dragged the faint Zhao Yi, and some people came with iron hooks. They used this barbed iron hook to penetrate the shoulder blades and hang him at the gate of the palace. .

A member of the royal family of the Northern Song Dynasty, a face of humiliation.

The people of the Northern Song Dynasty people were all moved up.

"Today I am a family of Nangong, the king is going to the world, is to kill chickens and monkeys, hehe, who dares to violate the rules, kill innocent." Nangong Chunliang looked around, his eyes swept from the face of countless people Song people, disdain, disdain.

His voice was like a thunder, and it was heard all over the ears. He said: "Now, in this world, who else can stop my Nangong family? The so-called former martial art first person, Taibaicheng's knife God Li Mu, also in front of my son Jianfeng, stunned, did not dare to show up, even his own woman, did not dare to save, a shackle, oh..."

He was talking, suddenly, a figure stumbling in the direction of the palace in the distance, flying fast, and screaming in the distance: "Master, master, big things are not good..."

噗通!

This figure fell in front of Nangong Chunliang, panic-stricken: "Master, not good, not good..." It is the second disciple of Nangong Pure Liang Konggang.

Nangong Chunliang is now angry and said: "What is panic, don't give me up... roll to the side."

The words he had just made domineering, he was interrupted without saying it, the gas field created was destroyed, and his heart was already burning with anger.

This hole steel, very sensible on weekdays, has eyesight to see, how is it so rampant today.

However, Kong Gang did not feel the anger of Master. He panicked and panicked and said: "Master, listen to me, the sky is falling, the sky is falling, I am..."

In half, Kong Gang suddenly caught.

He looked up and looked at the sky in front of him. His face was astonished, as if he had seen what was the most terrible thing. The pupils shrank and raised his fingers, and his body shook with fear: "Master teacher... Master... ..."

Nangong is a good glimpse, and a bad premonition rises in his heart.

He looked in the direction pointed by Kong Steel.

Everyone is looking in this direction.

But I don’t know when, a man with a thin figure like a bamboo pole and a piece of clothing, Feng Xu Yufeng, standing in the air, the clothes are moving without wind, the owner behind the antique erhu, And holding a rectangular jade box in his hand, like a fairy, overlooking it.

This person... Who is it?

In front of the Wangfumen, there are so many masters of the Nangong family, and there are also strong men from all sides. They are all martial arts giants, but no one knows, when did this tall, bamboo-like man appear? .

"The owner of the Nangong?" The thin tall bamboo squat man was in a cool shape and landed on the ground, staring at Nangong Chunliang.

Nangong Chunliang frowned and said: "Hello is..."

"Taibai City knife knives and servants, send a gift to you." The thin high-bamboo man said, the palm lifted, the rectangular white jade box, as light as a feather, fluttering and fluttering toward Nangong pure .

"Taibai City? Knife?" Nangong Chunliang reacted.

He sent a soft force to catch the jade box, dragged it in his hand, and sneered: "You are Li Mu's person? Why didn't Li Mu come? Why, if you give me a big gift, are you afraid? If you are afraid, come My Nangong family personally admit defeat, for a hundred years, maybe I can let him go..."

Said, he opened the jade box.

A tingling **** rush came.

"This is..." Nangong Chunliang changed his face.

There are two heads inside.

A Nangong cloud.

A Nangong feather.

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