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intersection.

When they arrived near, everyone realized that the intersection of the entire valley passage had been completely blocked by rocks.

Either abandon the carriage and cross the mountains or take a detour.

For some casual cultivators, if they want to cross the mountain, they have to go through the permission of the Turkic demon cultivators and Silla monks, and they can only take a detour.

At this time, everyone happened to see several Japanese ronin protecting a woman, who was forced to retreat to the foot of the mountain by the team of Turkic demon cultivators and Silla monks.

As they saw that, they were about to retreat and could lose at any time.

"The Tang people over there are blocked roads. They either get off the carriage and cross the mountains or find another way!"

After discovering Li Bai and his team, a young monk dressed in Silla came up with two sword cultivators.

Maybe they found that there were many people here, and their tone was quite polite.

"Who are you?"

Li Qi asked in a cold tone while holding the handle of the knife in his hand.

In addition to the woman, Li Bai, Sui Yihan, Mo Xiaoyao, Cui Xun and Qianniuwei also got off the horse and stood on the same side.

"Our young master is Jin Shengyi, the son of the King of Silla North Court, and the eldest disciple of Silla Sword Saint. You and others are not going to retreat quickly!"

A sword cultivator scolded Li Qi and the others in a bad Chinese language.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Cui Xun was shocked when he heard this, "If I hadn't known each other, I would have thought of it as a god."

"Even your master Li Wudi doesn't have the courage to talk to us in this tone."

Sui Yijun also took a step forward at this time.

He has always been gentle to his own people, but he has changed his face to treat outsiders, and his tone and expression are chilling.

"Brother Mo." Sui Yijun then looked at Mo Xiaoyao on the side, "opening the way."

"Himmer..." Mo Xiaoyao burped again, put away the wine pot and staggered towards the entrance of the passage and said, "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."

"act recklessly."

Jin Shengyi snorted coldly, then turned to the shadow behind him and said:

"Several friends of the Turks, we will deal with those Japanese people, and we will leave these Tang people to you."

As soon as this said, seven or eight Turkic men with evil spirits rising out of the shadows.

"A bunch of waste, several Japanese people have not taken down until now."

"Leave that woman in Japan to me."

The leading Turkic man groaned mercilessly.

He didn't even look at Jin Sheng, and led a group of Turkic demon cultivators to Sui and the others.

"Walk!"

Although Jin Shengyi's face turned red and white, he didn't say much, and he led his side to join the team that surrounded and suppressed the Japanese Ronins.

"That little guy."

After Jin Shengyi left, the tall Turkic demon cultivator in the lead suddenly called out Mo Xiaoyao who was walking towards the entrance of the road.

"I dare to take another step forward and I will smash your head with a hammer."

He lifted a mace weighing hundreds of pounds and smashed it hard on the ground.

"Little...short?"

Mo Xiaoyao only heard this title and almost fell down, and the alcoholic feeling on his face instantly disappeared.

"You call me a little short?"

He looked at the Turkic demon cultivator directly in front of him with disbelief.

"yes!"

The Turkic demon cultivator looked at Mo Xiaoyao with contempt.

"Say it again, you dare to step forward..."

"Zheng!"

The Turkic Demon Cultivator originally wanted to warn Mo Xiaoyao again, but he didn't expect that he would finish his words. A sword light appeared in front of him with the sound of a sword bursting like a silver bottle.

"snort!"

The Turkic demon cultivator lifted the wolf-toothed iron rod in his hand, and as the evil spirit rose all over his body, he smashed it with a stick towards the sword light.

"Boom!"

The gang of terrifying voices, and the storm of turbulent winds slapped at the people in the valley like waves.

"act recklessly."

Jin Shengyi, not far away, snorting coldly, feeling that the monks of the Tang Kingdom would definitely not be able to withstand the terrifying blow of the Turkic demon cultivator.

"Bang, bang!"

"this……"

However, as the sound of two heavy objects landing on the ground sounded, Jin Shengyi's face turned pale.

He only saw that the huge mace in the Turkic demon cultivator's hand was broken into two pieces, and a shocking sword mark was directly scratched from his neck to his waist and abdomen.

"Bang!"

"puff--"

Half of the Turkic Demon Cultivator's body flipped over and fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a pillar.

"Ah!"

After the roar of the other Turkic demon cultivators, they all rushed towards Mo Xiaoyao like crazy beasts.

"Swoosh swish swish!"

And only a few sounds of breaking through the air sounded.

The long sword in Mo Xiaoyao's hand weaved a "sharp" sword net between the valley in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, he killed the Turkic demon cultivators.

"this……"

The stunned Jin Shengyi couldn't help but start to tremble.

"So...this guy will lose control if he gets drunk..."

After seeing this scene, Sui Yijun in the rear couldn't help but sweat a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Do I want me to deal with these stinky fish and rotten shrimps?"

At this moment, Mo Xiaoyao, whose face was stained with a few bloodstains, turned back to Sui Yihan with a cold expression.

"No need." Sui Yihan waved his hand quickly, "I'll deal with it."

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyao nodded, turned his head and looked at the huge rock blocking the passage in front of him, "I'll open the way."

"Huh~"

Sui Yijun breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard this, and then turned to look at Jin Shengyi, who had been stunned.

"Don't come over!"

Before Sui Yihan could speak, Jin Shengyi suddenly started yelling.

"You can't kill me. I am the son of the King of Silla North Court. If you kill me, my father will definitely settle the score with you. My master, my master, the sword god Li Wudi will definitely not let you go!"

Obviously, Mo Xiaoyao's incredible murderous swordsman just now caused heavy damage to the heart of this aristocratic young man.

“Answer me a question.”

Sui Yihan ignored Jin Shengyi's words and just took a step forward with a calm expression.

"Who ordered you to block the way?"

He asked afterwards.

"Why should I tell..."

"Boom!"

Just as Jin Sheng was about to speak stubbornly, a huge seal had already been pressed down from his head, making him and the group of Silla Sword Cultivators behind him kneel down to the ground.

"Don't, don't kill me, I, I say, I say!"

Jin Shengyi hurriedly begged for mercy.

Then he told Sui and the others carefully the reason for closure of the road.

It turns out that although Jin Shengyi is the son of the King of Silla North Court, he is actually a concubine and is not qualified to inherit the position of the King. The identity of the disciple of Silla Sword Saint is just a registered disciple under his sect.

But if he can be qualified to participate in this Shanhaihui meeting, he will not only inherit the position of King of the North Court, but also become a disciple of the Sirakus.
To be continued...