Chapter 230 One-on-One or Group Fight?

"Massacre?"

The city gate guard was stunned for a moment, and seeing his extraordinary demeanor, he smiled cautiously and said, "You are really good at joking."

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said to the servant beside him, "Bern, give him the pass."

The servant took out the pass and a gold coin and handed them to the city gate guard. The two immediately left the city gate and walked into the prosperous streets of Yujinghua City.

The guard stared blankly at the pattern on the gold coin in his hand, and suddenly shuddered. He saw that this gold coin was actually the style of the Southern Ming Dynasty. It was not surprising that the Southern Ming Dynasty gold coins appeared on the market in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Merchants who traveled between the two countries often used foreign currencies.

But what made him horrified was that the portrait printed on the gold coin looked exactly like the middle-aged man!

"Could it be that Tian Geshu just now is the emperor of Southern Ming?"

The guard was so scared that his face turned pale and he turned around and left immediately. Another guard at the city gate shouted: "Jiao En, you are on duty now, where are you going? If the captain can't find you later, he will skin you alive!"

The guard Jiao En said nothing and walked out of Yujing City. He immediately ran out, muttering: "Oh no, oh no, the emperor of Southern Ming has come to the capital, and the son of a bitch won't run away..."

The middle-aged man walked quietly on the streets of Yujing, with a calm demeanor and a calm demeanor. Although the servant was also quite calm, he could not hide his excitement in his eyes. After a moment, he finally couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, when will we start?"

"General Burren, can't you wait?"

The servant was General Burren, the leader of the Holy Light Knights. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, of course you are not in a hurry, but for me, conquering the Imperial Capital City is my lifelong dream. Seeing this city right in front of me, I can't wait to conquer it immediately!"

The middle-aged man was the ruler of the Southern Ming Dynasty. While browsing the scenery of Imperial Capital, he smiled and said, "Conquering Imperial Capital is a great achievement. If Dancher and others knew that this achievement fell into your hands, I don't know how envious and jealous you would be in their hearts."

"Isn't it your Majesty's wise leadership that I can achieve any achievement?" General Burren smiled. He flattered him and laughed, "As long as the emperor of Zhou dies, the royal family will be extinct, and the imperial guards will be without a ruler, and they will soon fall apart."

Emperor Geshu shook his head and explained, "Just kill the emperor. The royal family of Northern Zhou does not need to be exterminated. If the royal family is extinct, the imperial guards will gather together and fight to the death, which is not worth the loss. General Bolun, the emperor of Northern Zhou gave birth to many sons. If their emperor and the prince are dead, who do you think will inherit the throne?"

General Bolun was stunned, and suddenly realized, and said, "Does your majesty want to destroy Yujing and let those princes surrender to the imperial guards of the major imperial guards? In this way, many people will appear in Northern Zhou. Emperor, each of us can do our own thing, and our army can take care of them one by one. "

Emperor Geshu smiled and said, "That's right. A centipede is dead but not stiff, but you cut it into a hundred pieces and see if it will die? But before that, there are still the Dragon Riders to deal with. The Dragon Riders have a long-standing reputation and are not so easy to deal with. "

General Boren said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty, with the Holy Light Knights here, what is there to fear about the Dragon Riders? I am willing to go to the Dragon Riders' barracks and kill them all!"

"Okay, go directly to the Imperial City and kill the Emperor of Northern Zhou."

The two chatted and laughed as they walked towards the Imperial City of Yujing, not caring about the upcoming war at all.

When passing by the Magic Guild, Emperor Geshu suddenly stopped and looked at the Guild Hall, his face was filled with doubts, and he silently took out a snow-white silver plate and said, "General Boren, you go to the Imperial City first."

General Boren took the silver plate, feeling extremely confused, but did not dare to ask more questions.

This silver plate is a legendary space magic weapon. The space in the silver plate is vast, far exceeding the capacity of the space ring, and can accommodate an army of 10,000 people.

The 5,000-strong army of the Holy Light Knights are all hidden in the silver plate. Emperor Geshu brought this space magic weapon with him for the purpose of massacring the city.

At this moment, Emperor Geshu handed the silver plate to him, obviously asking him to destroy the imperial city, and he did not intend to do it himself.

General Boren continued to walk towards the imperial city with the silver plate, while Emperor Geshu raised his head, looked at the Magic Guild, showed an interesting smile, gently raised his feet, and walked into the hall of the Guild.

People came and went in the hall, some magicians were receiving tasks, while others were reading books. In the bustling crowd, there was an old magic apprentice who was sweeping the floor silently, plain and indifferent, and no one looked at him more.

Emperor Geshu walked quietly to the old magic apprentice and looked at him for a long time. Suddenly, he heard shouts and fighting sounds from outside, like a tidal wave. Someone shouted loudly: "The Nanming is coming and has already reached the imperial city. Protect your majesty!"

The magicians in the guild suddenly rushed out of the hall with a crash. The scene was in chaos. After a while, only the two of them were left in the hall. One of them continued to sweep the floor with his head down, and the other still stood aside and watched.

After a long time, Emperor Geshu suddenly said: "Almost everyone on the continent thinks that I am the best master on the continent. I also thought I was, but now I know I am not. There are many talented people on the continent. Who would have thought that a peak legendary master, a strong man who has cultivated his physical body to the innate elemental body, would hide in the magic guild to sweep the floor?"

The old magic apprentice Cameron Richie stopped, leaned on the broom, looked up and smiled: "Your majesty, do you want to sweep the floor too?"

Emperor Geshu shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and said with an arrogant smile: "I do want to sweep the floor, but what I want to sweep is the world, not the small place of the Magic Guild!"

"Your Majesty is truly a talented and strategist, but a great strategist will kill many people."

Cameron Rich said quietly: "Why don't your Majesty just stay in the Magic Guild and sweep the floor, ignore the things outside, and experience the fun of sweeping a small place."

Emperor Geshu laughed loudly and said: "Sweep the Magic Guild? If the Magic Guild dares to stand in front of me, I will indeed sweep it away, but I don't know if it really wants to stand in front of me?"

Cameron Rich was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Who is the person who rules here, and what does it have to do with me? I just want to find someone who shares the same ideas with me. Your Majesty is a very suitable candidate. Throughout the ages, only There are few people who can compare with you, but it’s a pity that you are too greedy for power.”

Emperor Geshu breathed a sigh of relief. The old man sweeping the floor in front of him was unfathomable. He was not completely sure about fighting him. He smiled slightly and said: "The paths we have chosen are different. Do you want to break through the legend, become a demigod, or even a demigod?" God, and I want to rule the world and achieve eternal hegemony.”

Having said this, the king of Nanming strode out of the guild hall, suddenly stopped in front of the door, and said leisurely: "Maybe after I fulfill my long-cherished wish, I will abandon my position of power and come to find you. I will go with you to find the people ahead of me." As for the road. I hope that when the time comes, you still won’t dislike Brother Tian for being stupid.”

After saying that, Brother Tian laughed loudly and walked towards the imperial city.

"I hope so..."

Cameron Rich lowered his head and continued to sweep the floor silently. His eyes unconsciously showed infinite loneliness, and he murmured: "I have been lonely for too long. Along the way, I have met too many young talents. Jun, but there is no one who can walk with me... No matter you kill a river of blood, or whether you are a tyrant or not, I just want to find a partner who can move forward together..."

The Holy Light Knights led by General Bollen had already rushed into the imperial city of Yujing, and started a melee with the Dragon Cavalry Forbidden Army who came after hearing the news. They killed a river of blood. The Dragoon Forbidden Army Pillar General Sword Master Omsten Nina, who controlled the golden holy dragon, was fighting with General Bollen. A sword master and a golden holy dragon only killed Bollen until he was sweating and unable to fight back.

"Kill him!" Nina exuded strong dragon power and screamed.

At this moment, a middle-aged man slowly rose up, floating in the air, overlooking the imperial capital. A huge momentum instantly suppressed Long Wei. He spoke majestically and domineeringly: "Tian Geshu is here to visit, Sharjah." Where is your majesty? Do you dare to fight with me?"

This voice suppressed all the shouts and fighting sounds. In an instant, the entire Yujinghua City was silent. Only a group of civil and military ministers were slowly walked out of the Yujing Imperial City, embracing an equally noble and solemn old man. Come to the jade steps.

The old man was the emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. His face was desperate, but he was still as calm as before. He did not lose his momentum at all. He spoke in an old voice and laughed: "Your Majesty Geshu, you come to challenge me. As the king of the Sharjah royal family, I Lord, why don’t you dare?”

Emperor Geshu looked down and saw that the Emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty neither practiced magic nor fighting spirit, and had no cultivation at all. He admired his courage in his heart. He landed in front of the jade steps and said with a smile: "I Give you a fair chance."

"Get my sword."

The old emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty looked calm, took the sword from the attendant, and saluted with noble etiquette.

Tian Geshu returned the salute, and the Emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty shouted loudly and thrust his sword towards him. Tian Geshu sighed, stretched out his finger and pointed at the tip of the sword, and the sword suddenly exploded into countless fragments.

There was no obstruction with this finger, and it gently touched the forehead of the Northern Zhou Emperor.

Tian Geshu sighed again, turned around and flew high into the sky. Facing the Sword Master Osteen and the Golden Holy Dragon, he said calmly: "Buren, order the massacre of the city and leave the Magic Guild behind."

General Bolun perked up and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty has given an order to massacre the city! Kill all the civil and military officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, kill the prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, leave the rest of the royal family behind, let them go, and prohibit attacks on the Magic Guild!" As for why! If you don't attack the Magic Guild, this is out of the scope of General Bollen's consideration.

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On the Heishui River in southern Xinjiang, on a vast plain of dozens of miles, a strange-shaped weapon stood quietly, like a scepter, with the top like a full moon, white as snow and water, inserted straight into the soil.

This is the weapon used by the first pope of the God King's Palace to travel around the world and preach, Heaven's Punishment.

Zhang Debiao was holding Heavenly Punishment in one hand, and a mile away from the opposite side stood a group of masters from the God King's Palace, including the red-robed archbishop, green-robed archpriest, cardinal deacons, and six or seven great elders. There were six great sword masters, The six great saints and magisters, and others, are at the lowest level and at the pinnacle of fighting spirit transformation!

This is the army sent by the God King Palace to hunt him down and seek retribution from heaven!

Zhang Debiao coughed, touched his bald head, grinned widely, and said with a smile: "Everyone, if you want divine punishment and avenge Damascus and Tutangudus, you'd better defeat me first."

Over the past few days, Manzi has never made a breakthrough and become a Dou Sheng. Although he has had the experience of attacking the Dou Sheng field once, he still has no confidence in trying again and is always just one step away.

After careful consideration, Zhang Debiao finally realized his shortcomings. His strength and spiritual power have reached or even far exceeded the level required by Dou Sheng. What he lacks is the accumulation of battles.

Any sword saint or Dou Sheng, before they achieve the Saint level, they have gone through a long period of battle accumulation. Notting Hill has been a ranger for nine years, traveling around the world, and has been baptized by countless battles. Raf Hillman has accumulated for nine years and fought all over the beast continent. Aldan Wild Hammer is even more amazing. He was trapped on the threshold of Dou Sheng for decades or even a century. When the three-headed hellhound slaughtered the city, this brother still stood up and fought hard with Zayed Saint Mage!

Although Zhang Debiao has made rapid progress and has experienced many battles in recent years, after all, his age limit is there, and his combat experience has not reached the level required by Dou Sheng, so he has not been able to break through the last step.

If you want to find someone to fight, for others, you have to make trouble everywhere and look for opponents of equal strength. But for him, a certain barbarian has enemies all over the world. As long as he reveals his identity, countless masters will come to fight and provoke him. He doesn't have to worry about too few or too weak opponents.

"There are too many strong enemies. I don't know whether it is worth being happy or depressed..."

Zhang Debiao thought of this and looked at the many masters of the God King Palace who were filled with anger, and smiled: "Are you fighting one-on-one, group fight or round-robin?"

Sword Saint Torres frowned and said: "What do you mean by one-on-one? What do you mean by group fight? What do you mean by round-robin?"

Zhang Debiao raised his finger and smiled: "A one-on-one duel means we fight one-on-one like knights. I knock down one of you, and I have to let me rest, recover my strength, and then knock down the next one. Group fight means you fight me in a group, and then you all get knocked down by me. Round-robin fight means you come up one by one, and then you all get knocked down by me."

"Arrogant!" Many masters of the God King Palace cursed.

Sisyphus roared wildly, and the Great Power Heavenly Dragon Art was activated. He instantly transformed into a dragon, becoming a half-dragon, half-human monster, and pounced on him, grinning: "We have decided, we will fight you in turns first, and then we will beat you up in a group!"

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