The war horses neighed and the flags were chaotic.

When Hong Wutian and Long Yufu fought, they all showed a solemn look.

Both of them are in the top ten of the masters list, and they can be said to be the top-notch one. No one is sure to win anyone, and anyone may die under the other party's sword.

Such a fight cannot be underestimated or confused at all.

Countless sword lights splashed everywhere.

The sword in Hong Wutian's hand and the shadow of the Taki Yucheng kept colliding, and the tinging sound was as dense as a storm.

All the soldiers around the two retreated ten meters away, leaving only more than ten corpses.

The sky is dim.

The sword intent rolls dust and sand.

The noisy yellow dust covered the two of them in a very short time, making it almost impossible for the soldiers around them to tell who was who. They could only see the figures of the two constantly flew through the yellow dust.

Occasionally, a sword light broke through the dust, which made the sky roll endlessly.

All the soldiers were stunned.

Such a strong man has never seen him in his dream before.

Quietly, the figures of the two men became increasingly difficult to see clearly. They only entered two grey hurricanes and fought endlessly in the dust.

Dusk is the shortest and hardest to understand.

The red clouds are gone.

The night quietly enveloped.

Gao Xing had already asked the soldiers to bypass the sides of the official road and surrounded the two fighting inside.

"There are so many masters in this world."

Not far away on the mountain, Wu Amiao held his cheek, savored his head and shook his head, feeling a little emotional. However, his face did not look serious no matter how he looked.

Kumano's body suddenly moved and suddenly flew out of the horse's back.

More than a dozen worms with some shiny light floated out of his body, rising and falling, flying towards Takiyu. Their tracks were even more elusive than those of flies.

Another artistic conception begins.

Taki Yu keenly sensed Kumano's artistic conception, glanced at him, frowned slightly, and the Demon-Sealing Sword stopped and suddenly retreated.

He tapped his toes on the ground, spread his arms across, and in the blink of an eye, he swept out more than ten meters away from Hong Wutian.

Hong Wutian and him seemed to have different strengths. Now there is a master of Zhenwu Realm who takes action, even if it is Taki Yu, he has to judge the situation.

The soldiers surrounded the crowd did not dare to go forward to resist, but just held weapons and stopped.

Hong Wutian collected his sword and watched Tak leave quietly.

"Let him go?"

Kumano asked hoarsely as he flew to him.

Hong Wutian just murmured and sighed, "In the past, the old beggar underestimated the masters of the world."

Kumano was slightly stunned.

The crowd watched Taki leave, as he was as light as a swallow, and soon disappeared from the official road and hid into the mountains next to him.

Hong Wutian suddenly hummed lightly, covered his chest, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Kumano said: "Are you injured?"

Hong Wutian shook his head and said nothing, turned around and walked towards happiness.

In fact, with his peak strength, he would not have suffered internal scheming when he fought with Taki Yu. Unfortunately, he was quite old, but now he is in his peak period. The defeat in a duel with Chen not only made him almost hopeless in his life, but his realm was slightly destroyed. If there was no chance, it would be difficult to reappear the peak strength.

The road to martial arts is like crossing a single-plank bridge, and it is never easy to walk.

Kumano's eyes were slightly condensed, and he followed him back to the army.

At this time, he had to let go of a lot of arrogance in his heart.

When he was in Miaojiang, he was invincible. When it comes to fighting alone, no one is his opponent. But when he goes to the Central Plains, he has encountered many people who are stronger than him.

Not to mention Yuan Zhenzi, Hong Wutian, and the current Takiyu, even Yuan Lizi, Yuan Xiuzi and others, their strengths are not inferior to him.

The Central Plains masters are as vast as stars.

After Taki wanted to hide in the mountains, he seemed to be unhappy about not being able to assassinate. He still looked cold and continued to walk towards Minqing.

Wu Amiao saw all these things, rushed down from the bluestone and ran towards Minqing.

Not long afterwards, Gao Xing's army set up camp at the foot of the nearby mountain.

The smoke rises.

It was all dark.

dawn.

Happy army continued to set out and headed for Fuzhou.

Outside the city of Fuzhou, more than ten fast horses hurried to the north gate. They were all dressed up by people from the Jianghu. Some carried swords, some carried swords, and some wore swords, wearing hats to cover their foreheads and eyes.

When they arrived at the city gate, more than ten people dismounted and led their horses to walk into the city.

The soldiers did not stop them.

But just as more than ten people were heading into the city, several soldiers at the gate ran towards the city.

The eldest son of the Pu family is back.

Although the eldest son of the Pu family can be dressed up, it is obviously impossible to hide the vision of these people who are interested.

Huan Yichun, Zhang Liangdong and others all received news quickly.

Fuzhou City was even more undercurrents, and several people were happy and worried.

Not everyone wants Pu Lide to come back, and it can even be said that most people don’t want him to come back. However, no one is willing to be the first to be the one who stands out.

If you kill Pu Lide, you will become those loyal enemies of Pu Shougeng before. No one is willing to pay such a price.

There are three kilograms of nails in the broken ship. Although Pu Shougeng is dead, the Pu family is not able to control it by just grasping it.

People like Huan Yichun and Zhang Liangdong who are capable of fighting against the Pu family now hope that the Pu family will fight for the throne, and naturally they will not stop Pu Lide.

So, Pu Lide and his party arrived at the Fuzhou Prefecture Office safely and soundly.

At the entrance of the government office, Pu Lide lifted the hat on his head and showed his face. He looked very similar to Pu Shougeng and had a deep contour.

The soldiers guarding the gate saw his face and quickly knelt on one knee to the ground, "I've seen the eldest son."

"Um."

Pu Lide nodded slightly, with a serious expression, and brought a group of followers into the mansion.

After he left, the soldiers actually showed a relaxed look, "The eldest son is back, it seems that nothing big will happen in Fuzhou."

It is conceivable that Pu Lide is much more prestige than Pu Lixin who is doing business.

"The eldest son is back! The eldest son is back!"

Soon, the servants shouted with a slight surprise at the government office.

The backyard of the government office became lively in a moment, and a number of butlers with some status in the Pu family ran towards Pu Shougeng's mourning hall.

Mrs. Pu left the yard with a smile on her eyes, "My son is finally back."

"snort!"

In Pu Lixin's yard, Pu Lixin's eyes flashed with harsh expressions and snorted coldly, "Zhang Liangdong, are you still looking at me, the elder brother?"

He quickly walked out of the yard, gave a few instructions to a confidant, and then went to the mourning hall.

The confidant hurriedly left the government office.

When Pu Lixin arrived at the mourning hall, Pu Lide had already knelt down in front of Pu Shougeng's coffin. More than ten followers stood outside the door, all holding weapons in their arms.

"Stop!"
Chapter completed!