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73. Establishing the foundation of heaven and honoring the gods before the people

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    Wang You climbed onto the ring with a gloomy expression, and looked at the big sword guard who was twisting his wrist on the opposite side.

    Tan Donglai gave him a disdainful smile, then pulled out the dark black, door-like giant sword behind him, and slammed it heavily into the ring.

    Wang You looked at the three-finger-wide long sword at his waist, then at the huge sword on the opposite side that was almost thicker than his waist, his eyelids trembled.

    Fighting slow with speed, and overcoming strength with softness, are useless in the face of absolute power. Tan Donglai's giant sword can easily split Wang Youlian and his sword in half as long as he uses the simplest move to slash Huashan.

    He doesn't have Li Xianjing's superb swordsmanship and coquettish positioning. Facing a player like Tan Donglai, he can only be beaten.

    Now Wang You can only hope that the medicine of the Blood Pleasure Sect can successfully play a role this time. He remembers that he once asked the people of the Blood Pleasure Sect to put down all the opponents in the sword competition.  Of course, Qin Donglai, a formidable enemy, is also on the list.

    The organizer's referee quickly announced the start of the match, and Qin Donglai obviously had no intention of talking to Wang You. The moment the referee's voice fell, this muscular old man leaped high with a huge sword in his hand, spanning a distance of several meters  , the huge sword swung a semi-circle from behind his shoulder, and then hit Wang You heavily.

    Wang You hurriedly dodged, but the sword was extremely powerful. Even if he avoided the frontal impact, the sword energy wrapped in the giant sword still spread to the left and right sides like a wave of air.  A crack several tens of centimeters wide was split, splitting the arena in half, and the sputtered gravel hit his body, making Wang You feel a sharp pain.

    "The door is closed"

    Among the crowd, some people with older qualifications in Jianghu discussed one after another:

    "Every time I see this move, I can't help feeling its power. This old man, Tan Donglai, really is still young."

    Seeing Tan Donglai's huge sword hit the ground briefly stiff, Wang You quickly stepped forward and grabbed the gap. The long sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake, and stabbed thirteen times in a row, piercing Tan Donglai's throat, eyes, nose and other vital parts.

    But as if he had known Wang You's movements for a long time, Tan Donglai stood still, but held up the hilt in his hand to block Wang You's long sword.  On Wang You's chest.

    boom!

    With a blow mixed with true energy, a faint shock wave could be seen even in the air. Wang You's feet drew two streams of smoke and dust on the ground of the ring, and he retreated to the edge of the ring before barely stopping. Then he stretched out his hand to cover the ring.  He hurt his chest, and his face turned red, obviously suffering from internal injuries.

    "How dare you call yourself a sword god with such a level?"

    Tan Donglai roared angrily, dragged his huge sword, rushed forward, and then swept across, cutting to Wang You's waist.

    "Go to hell eh?"

    At this moment, Tan Donglai's expression suddenly became bewildered, and the genuine energy that was circulating in his body suddenly stagnated, hurting his own meridians, but Tan Donglai still didn't notice it, he dragged the giant sword, wiped  He took two steps on Wang You's shoulder, and then just stood on the edge of the ring in a daze.

    Wang You, who was close at hand, clearly saw that in Tan Donglai's blank eyes, a layer of blood quickly filled his eye sockets.

    The medicine is working!

    Wang You seized the opportunity, mustered up his true energy, kicked the strong old man out of the ring.

    Tan Donglai staggered two steps on the ground, and suddenly, like Li Xianjing, let out a roar, but compared to Li Xianjing's indescribable howl, Tan Donglai's roar was truly full of killing intent and madness.

    "Get out of the way!"

    Seeing the strong old man raised his giant sword, the national teacher Diao Sou in the stands hurriedly shouted to the audience around him.

    Before the audience could react, a powerful infuriating energy had erupted from Tan Donglai's body. He raised his giant sword and wanted to split the person in front of him into two halves, but a fishing line flew towards him and entangled him.  On his arms, the fishing line stretched straight, stopping his movement in time.

    "Quickly stop him!"

    Holding a fishing rod, the fisherman swelled with true energy. Through the fishing line, he suppressed the great sword guard, and at the same time gave instructions to the masters of the Great Xia court.

    As soon as his words fell, several figures flew out near the stands. They were wearing the uniforms of court guards and held iron chains in their hands. The chains were thrown, encircling Qin Donglai's body, and successfully locked his movements.

    But Tan Donglai was still struggling non-stop, the powerful true qi of the ninth level of qi refining was constantly impacting on those things bound to him, even the elite guards of the imperial court who were at the sixth and seventh level of qi refining were somewhat reluctant to subdue him.

    the "National Division."

    ? A guard turned around and reported:

    "He appears to be completely unconscious."

    "I saw."

    Having been an official for almost a year, Diao Sou also gained a lot of power. He thought for a while, then took back his fishing line and rod, then turned around, arched his hands, and actually knelt down.

    Behind the national teacher Diao Sou, there is a sculpture of the god Zhuji Tianzun who protects this sword meeting. Diao Sou knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times to the statue of Zhuji Tianzun, and then asked:

    "Please build the foundation Tianzun to appear, and help us break the evil miasma."

    "It's at this juncture, and I'm praying to God and worshiping Buddha."

    Seeing Diao Sou's actions, the people in the Great Xia Rivers and Lakes were agitated, but the moment Diao Sou got up, the sculpture of Zhuji Tianzun suddenly burst into glory.

    Bright but not glaring white light filled everyone's field of vision. After the white light slowly dissipated, Tan Donglai had already stopped in place.

    He paused for two seconds, his eyes quickly regained clarity, and then he saw the chains on his body, and a circle of nervous-looking court guards around him.

    Qin Dong took a look and found that he had already left the ring.

    He understood in an instant, turned his head and looked towards Wang You.

    "you lose."

    Wang You said to him very shamelessly.

    "Good means."

    Qin Donglai sneered, and said frankly without being stubborn:

    "Today, you are considered to be highly skilled, but just wait, when the time comes, someone will naturally come to you."

    He snorted, stopped looking at Wang You, and said to the court guards around him:

    "Everyone, I'm fine, can you let me go?"

    Those court guards looked at the national teacher Diao Sou, and Diao Sou nodded to them.

    "Qin Zhuangshi has regained consciousness, let him go."

    The guards let go of Tan Donglai, who carried the giant sword on his back, found some familiar friends in the crowd, asked what happened just now, and then he cupped his hands at the old man:

    "Thank you, Master, for your help."

    "Don't thank me, it's the Foundation Establishment Tianzun who helped you."

    The fisherman shook his head.

    "If you have that kind of heart, Qin Zhuangshi might as well pay respects to the Empyrean of the Foundation in the villa."

    "I will."

    Qin Donglai nodded to the old man and said:

    "Farewell."

    The old man with the huge sword on his back didn't seem to care about winning or losing at all, and he didn't care that he lost in such a low-handed way. He left the ring and mixed into the crowd.

    And after seeing him leave, an ordinary-looking old man among the crowd also said to the knights around him:

    "Let's go, there's no need to read any further, our plan has failed, we need to call people, we need to hold an emergency meeting." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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