The Qisha Royal City is located on the banks of the Heishui River and is adjacent to the Qisha Sacred Mountain. It is within a radius of thousands of miles and is the most suitable place for casting a city.

In the past two or three thousand years, many people have wanted to cast the city here, but most of them ended in failure.

More than 400 years ago, in the Central Plains, a hero of Tianlang was born. He prepared his troops and cast the city and arrested the pass. He was eventually defeated by Zhang Xuanba and chased him all the way, destroying the city, and almost collapsed the royal court.

But at this moment, a more majestic city was built on the ruins of the past, and it was almost completed.

"I heard that someone returned from Fangcunxian Mountain a month ago and presented the great medicine for prolonging life to the prince, which caused a sensation in the whole city!"

"It's not just a great medicine for prolonging life? It is said that there is also an extremely strange Taoist fruit. The prince was very happy. He not only gave him the Taoist fruit that fits him, but also gave him the identity. It is said that there is no need to go straight to the royal palace!"

"This is amazing! If the prince enters the pass and ascends the throne in the year, he will be considered a minister of the hidden residence!"

"I can't envy you! It's not easy to enter the Fangcun Fairy Mountain, but it's even harder to get out! In recent years, there are no 1,000 masters who have died in it, right?"

"Fangcun Xianshan..."

...

The wind outside the city is cold and cold, but the city is full of shops, and the restaurants and tea shops are full of energy.

There are people coming and going in the snowy city. Although it is the largest city of Tianlang, the southern accent is full of the ears and ears.

Even though he tried his best to suppress his patience, Li Baihu still couldn't help but feel sad. At some point, the wine glass had been pinched into powder.

"Sad, sorry..."

Under the thick cloak, Li Baihu couldn't help but close his ears and eyes, not wanting to continue listening.

Don’t say that Longyuan is separated by three levels. Even if there is no, ordinary people will never, and they will not be able to escape from the snowfield outside the border.

Therefore, at this moment, most of the southerners in this Seven Killing Royal City are all large and large families and wealthy merchants.

He even saw many familiar people in the gods, even noble princes with huge wealth and wealth in many generations...

That's the capital of God!

Even if Gods ride a goshawk, it will take three or five years to ride. If it is slow, it may be ten or eight years.

what does that mean?

It means that many people from all families in this city had already become interested in serving the foreign race before Emperor Qianheng had an accident...

Thirty years ago, twenty years ago, or even ten years ago, he might have been angry, held accountable, or even taken action.

But now...

‘What qualifications are a regicide…’

He muttered to himself silently. After a long time, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart, changed his wine glasses silently, and poured them one by one.

He slowly looked up until he was slightly drunk.

"Montenegro……"

Before the low voice could be revealed, his heart suddenly jumped, and the blazing white light suddenly appeared in his sight.

It seems that a big sun blooms outside the city, and the rolling heat waves are empty. I don’t know how far apart, the snowflakes floating in the city seem to have melted and poured down like rain!

Boom!

The low muffled thunder rolled from a distance, and the cold wind suddenly roared violently.

The ink-colored clouds surging violently on the top of the city, accompanied by the sound of wind like ghosts and howlings, the sky instantly became dark!

Such a change is too amazing.

Not only Li Baihu, but also all kinds of vendors on the city, in restaurants, and in the streets and alleys. The pedestrians were stunned and shocked.

There is thunder in winter, which is extremely rare. It is unheard of like dark clouds that cover the sky and the sun. Not to mention seeing them!

"This is?!"

Somewhere in the city, a middle-aged man with a crazy hair was already drunk between the bed, and suddenly pushed away his pink arms and embroidered legs.

He came to the window with his upper body naked.

He looked at the city and saw rain and snow mixed in the city. In front of the city gate, the wind and snow turned into rain, and the ground and houses were wet while whistling.

It seems that a wave of heat is coming.

A strong and strong aura, accompanied by a fierce will that is like the essence, rose from the distance like a scorching sun!

"Where did the cross-river Raptors come from?"

The middle-aged man took a breath of cold air, and felt a chill in his heart and sweated like slurry.

I couldn't help but remember the one I saw when I visited Linlong Road many years ago...

This breath and this will, if he hadn't known that the man was dead, almost thought he would have broken through the barriers and climbed to the top again, Zhang Xuanba would have come again!

Wow~

Everything is silent, and the world is quiet.

Only the indifferent and calm sound, but the thunder bursting louder and more captivating sound echoed:

"Heishan, since you know that Yang has arrived, don't you come out to greet me yet?"

Rumble!

Like thunder, it is like the power of heaven. This sound is louder than the strong wind, faster than the thunder, and it resounds throughout the entire Seven Killing King City like everything.

It is everywhere, and in the streets and alleys, almost everyone's hearts are exploding!

This sound seems to be even more terrifying than the celestial phenomena, especially for many martial arts masters in the Seven Killing King City.

They may not know how the thunder clouds in the sky come, but they know how terrifying the body and true energy it takes to support such a huge sound!

What is even more terrifying than this is the content revealed in the voice, or the identity of the person who comes!

"Yang? King of Northwest, Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Yu, he, he actually came to kill! The Northwest King, the legendary number one person in the world!"

"He said Heishan? Could it be that Heishan's old demon who died in the hands of King Zhao of Xifu back then?"

"The old demon is said to have been the guardian god outside the frontier and has been dead for many years... Could it be that he is not dead?!"

...

As the sound waves echoed, the whole city was silent, but after a brief silence, it was like a boiling noise that exploded.

"Prime Yang!"

The cold wind blew on the Yingxing Platform, and the old demon's red armor rustled. In the corner, Qi Gang raised his head hard and his breathing became rapid.

He is here!

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree!

Once upon a time, Yang Yu trembled when he heard the name of others. Now, his reputation has long been well known here and in the snow field!

Even before people arrive, they are enough to move any master in the world!

"Northwest King!"

Not only the old demon, Qi Gang, Li Baihu, but also many experts from the world in the city, all looked out of the city.

You can see that in the distance between the wind and snow, a huge dragon head appeared and disappeared in the wind and clouds, and a figure fell outside the city like a meteor.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

It was like a meteorite falling to the ground, and it was like a divine elephant stomping its feet. The dull but extremely long footsteps sounded from far to near and out of the ground!

"Enemy attack!"

Until this time, the many soldiers on the city wall seemed to wake up like a dream, hurriedly closed the city gate and beat the drum.

"I don't know that the King of Northwest came outside the border and was in a far-reaching welcome..."

The uproar and horror in the city were suppressed by the low sound from the city.

The heavy wind and snow seemed to have a moment of pause at this moment, and everyone, including Li Baihu, looked back one after another.

At the end of the long street, a heroic young man wearing red armor and black robe walked out slowly.

Dong!

The moment I saw the figure slowly coming from afar, another sound of footsteps emerged in everyone's ears and hearts.

"The Seven Killing King!"

I saw people, both men, women, young and old, and people from the south, kneeling down one after another.

But many people were also surprised.

‘Then the Northwest King calls the old demon of Black Mountain. Why is the Seven Killing King replying? Could it be…’

Some people were shocked and suspicious, some kowtowed, and more people came from all directions, holding swords and drawing swords.
To be continued...