"Boom!" "Bang Bang!"

"Ping Pong!"

In the courtyard outside the door of the meeting room, there was a huge roar. The people of Baiyun City and the people of Xuantie Gate fought fiercely.

The two sides fought one after another, fighting all the way from the meeting room to the streets of Baiyun City.

"What's going on, who are these people, and how are they fighting with the elders of the Niu Protector!"

"I don't know, these fierce men are going to attack our Baiyun City, damn it, let's go over and help!"

"Help, don't you see that it's all a battle at the level of the Innate Realm, our little cultivation is not enough to stuff people's teeth!"

"What then?"

"Inform the city guards, go, hurry to the city gate and notify the city guards to come and support!"

The aftermath of the battle rushed with energy, and pedestrians on the streets fled in panic and avoided it.

The aura of the more than a dozen horizontal martial artists of the Xuantie Gate was extremely fierce, and the dark flesh was like made of steel, and the defense was amazing. In particular, the middle-aged Han Xuantie Sect Master has already reached the level of a top master by practicing kung fu horizontally, and he is infinitely close to the realm of the golden body treasure body. Yan Jiu, the ink-robed man who was fighting with him, used his magic skill "Silver Moon Sword Technique" to resist his fierce attack.

You must know that Yan Jiu was originally born in the Moon Worship Cult in the Millennium Holy Land, and he was originally an ink-robed helmsman in the Red Robe Detachment of the Moon Worship Cult, a second-class cultivator in the late congenital stage. As an elite disciple of the Lunatic Cult, even the second-rank peak of the ordinary sect is more than enough. However, the horizontal martial artist is obviously more powerful than the second-rank peak.

The reason why this is the case is not because the lethality of the horizontal martial artists is terrible, but because the defense of the horizontal martial artists is very powerful. For example, the Silver Moon Scimitar of the ink-robed man Yan Jiu slashed at the body of this Xuantie Gate Master, and it only left a shallow wound, which could only cause some minor injuries. However, if the Xuantie Sect Master, a horizontal martial artist, slammed into Yan Jiu's body with a punch, then it would not be as simple as a minor injury.

Therefore, this middle-aged Han Xuantie Sect Master can attack unscrupulously, only need to defend a few key parts such as the head, throat, and heart, and the other arms and legs do not matter even if they are slashed twice, so the two sides will naturally have the upper hand in the battle.

In addition, although the skills of the twelve disciples of the Xuantie Sect are not as profound as the masters of the Xuantie Sect, their physical defenses are also invulnerable. Although the three elders of the Seven Snake Centipede Whip Gao Zhisong, the Gentleman Sword Liu Liqun, and the Gray Eagle Canghong had all entered the early stage of the second-class innate realm, they were still defeated and retreated under the siege of the twelve horizontal martial artists in the Xuantie Gate.

The two sides fought fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, thirty or fifty moves passed.

"Bang!" "Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The ground shook suddenly, and there were bursts of footsteps in the distance, and the footsteps were uniform and roaring. The sound came from far and near, and groups of ironclad troops wearing steel helmets and armor were outflanked by the streets under the leadership of Hong Hai and Xue Yong, and quickly joined the battlefield.

Each of these ironclad soldiers is a high-level martial artist above the Martial Dao Sevenfold Realm, with either a blade in his hand, or an iron rope or an iron shield. The morale is amazing, and the combat effectiveness is three points stronger than the original Imperial Forest Army in the Golden Scale Imperial City. These ironclad armies are specially used to deal with the innate realm martial artists.

With the influx of a large number of ironclad troops, the people of Baiyun City, who were originally in danger, began to gradually regain their disadvantage and gain the upper hand.

"Door master, this Baiyun City is not simple, I'm afraid we are not opponents!"

The twelve Xuantie Sect disciples shouted anxiously. Although they can rampage with their physical toughness, with the continuous influx of a large number of ironclad troops, the iron cables are blocked in the air, and the iron shields are stacked together like copper walls, and they are completely trapped in it.

Although ordinary swords can hardly hurt their copper skin and iron bones, the iron rope and iron shield are very annoying. On the spot, there were six or seven Xuantiemen third-class horizontal martial artists who were chained by iron ropes, hooked their hands and feet, and were pressed to the ground like five horses.

"Damn, this Baiyun City is just a small force in a third-class small country, how come there are so many masters, there are as many as six or seven second-class innate realm levels, and there are also these ironclad armies!" The Xuantie Gate Master frowned, looked at the dense and continuous ironclad army in the distance, and then looked at his side, of the twelve disciples he brought, eight of them were already entangled by the iron rope and couldn't get out, and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "The second, third, fifth, and sixth will immediately rescue your junior brother and prepare to retreat!"

Among the thirteen people who came from the Xuantie Gate this time, in addition to the Xuantie Sect Master who was a second-rank top horizontal training master, among his many disciples, there were four who were also second-class horizontal training masters. A horizontal training master of this level is difficult for the Ironclad Army to deal with in a short period of time.

With the order of the Xuantie Gate Master, the five fifth-class and second-rank horizontal training masters all set out in unison, and quickly threw off the Innate Realm Dharma Protector Elder of Baiyun City with their injuries, and they went on a rampage like an iron tower, and a famous Iron Armor Army soldier was swept out of the place with blood spitting out of his mouth.

Soon, the six or seven Xuantie Sect disciples who were trapped were all rescued.

Suddenly—

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

Thirteen Xuantiemen people jumped up, flew up, broke away from the battlefield, came to the roof, stepped on the tiles, and fled in the direction of the city gate.

"You can't let the tiger go back to the mountain, don't let them escape, chase!"

Ink-robed elder Yan Jiu gave an order, and suddenly the elders of Baiyun City led a large number of ironclad troops to quickly pursue them. The little purple eagle took the lead, turning into a flash of purple lightning and flashing forward.

Ten miles long street, more than a dozen people in Xuantiemen sweated profusely in front of the desperate escape, and the murderous people of Baiyun City chased after them, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

"Master, look at the speed of that purple eagle, we can't outrun it!" The disciples of the Xuantie Sect were extremely anxious.

"Yo!"

The little purple eagle chirped highly, the voice was loud and sharp, turning into a purple shadow, hula, and a miserable scream sounded in front of him. One of the Xuantie Sect disciples had five bloody wounds on his back directly cut by Little Purple Eagle's sharp claws, and the wound was a blur of flesh and blood, and the blood flowed freely.

"Damn, what is the background of this Baiyun City, how can there be a king-level demon beast like the Purple Electric Golden Eagle!" The Xuantie Gate Master hated his teeth and shouted in a deep voice: "You go first, and the teacher will be cut off!"

The master of the Xuantie Gate kicked the ground with both feet, the tiles under his feet shattered inch by inch, and the whole person rushed up, picked up a huge iron fist and blasted towards the head of Little Purple Eagle.

The fist wind is whistling, and the momentum is like a thousand pounds!

"Yo!"

The little purple eagle's wings shook, turning into a vague purple shadow, dodging the thunderous blow. Then he quickly flew out of the attack range of the Xuantie Gate Lord and flew high. A pair of smart and sharp eagle eyes stared down tightly, ready for the next pounce.

Although Xiao Zi's combat power is amazing, after all, he has only just stepped into the second-class innate realm, and he belongs to the early stage of the second-class, so he naturally does not dare to go head-to-head with this Xuantie Sect master.

You must know how amazing the fist power of the second-class top horizontal training master is, the punch is like a dragon, and it is easy to collapse the mountain and crack the stone. In terms of strength, it is stronger than the martial artists of the innate second-rank peak true yuan, and can even fight for more than a hundred rounds in the same innate realm.

Of course, after all, the first-class innate realm is an innate powerhouse who has opened up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and the true yuan has already obtained a qualitative improvement, grinding a hundred moves or so, so that the injuries of the second-class top horizontal training masters continue to worsen bit by bit, although it is troublesome and laborious, but it is still able to kill the second-class top horizontal training masters.

Being able to compete with the same innate realm as a second-class body further illustrates the strength of a horizontal training master.

After the Xuantie Gate Master was broken alone, he relied on his powerful body to withstand the fierce attacks of Little Purple Eagle and Yan Jiu. The little purple eagle's iron hook-like eagle claws, and Yan Jiu's cold, sharp scimitar all left scars on the Xuantie Gate Master's body.

However, these scars are very shallow, only spilling a little blood, and they can't do much damage in a short period of time.

"Haha, with your little strength, it's almost the same as tickling Lao Tzu!" The Xuantie Gate Master laughed wildly, and a pair of iron fists flew up and down, directly enclosing the fastest Little Purple Eagle and the Inkrobe Yan Jiu in it.

Under the interference of the Xuantie Gate Master, the rest of the Xuantie Gate disciples ran quickly, getting closer and closer to the city gate, and they were about to escape from Baiyun City, and suddenly-

That's when —

"Whoosh!"

A sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded, and I saw a figure in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion swept into the air at great speed, and the speed was so fast that it formed a remnant of the Dao in mid-air, and in two breathless times, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the figure had already caught up with the people of the Xuantie Gate who had fled for their lives in front.

Immediately after, the fist shadow shook-

"Boom!" "Bang Bang!"

"Bang bang bang!" "Ahh

The muffled screams of pain followed one after another, and twelve terrible screams sounded one after another, and the twelve disciples of the Xuantie Gate instantly broke their ribs, and there were fist marks on their chests, which collapsed half of them, and one by one they spat blood and flew out, falling from the roof to the street floor in mid-air, dying, and fainting.

"Come if you want, leave if you want, hehe, you think this is an inn!"

A figure appeared on the roof, and it was a young man in a green robe, with a chuckle on the corner of his mouth, but there was a terrifying aura all over his body.

"What a terrible strength! Who is this person?" The Xuantie Sect Lord's pupils contracted sharply, his heart was cold, his gaze swept over the half-dead Xuantie Sect disciples on the ground, and then he looked up at the blue-robed young man on the roof of the attic above, and said with a solemn face: "I don't know what Your Excellency calls me, I am the Xuantie Gate Lord Tie Zhan, this time I am here to do business on the orders of the Medicine King Valley, and please don't interfere between us and Baiyun City——"

"Hehe, who am I when you ask?" The corners of the young man in the green robe curled up with a hint of evil arc, and he said lightly: "Didn't you always want to see me before!"

The wind was whistling, blowing the green robe and hunting, drumming endlessly. On the roof of the attic, the young man in the green robe stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were deep and far-reaching, looking up at the blue sky, white clouds, clouds rolling up, a few birds flying by with their wings spread, and the scenery in the sky was very beautiful.

"The young man in the green robe—"

"It's the city lord, great, our city lord is out of the customs!"

Not far away, the elders and protectors of Baiyun City and the teams of ironclad soldiers all looked happy and excited, and quickly rushed over, knelt on one knee, and bowed their hands to worship: "Subordinates, see the city lord!"

"Subordinates see the city lord!!"

Thousands of people spoke in unison, the voice was uniform, sonorous and powerful, the sound shook for nine days, and resounded throughout the city.