The only way to do this is to evacuate here temporarily, as for Liu Bowen's layout clues, Zhu Yuanzhang's corpse and dragon vein, can only be considered separately.

It's a pity that Yang Qiao wanted to withdraw, but Wang Ting had no intention of letting him go.

One of his hands gently stroked the lines on the scabbard, as if he was caressing his lover, unusually gentle and loving.

"Yang Qiao, I'm so happy to see you, hehe...... You should have a lot of dragon veins on you. After saying the last few words, he suddenly said sharply: "Do it." “

At the same time, Lin Xi and the third uncle also burst into applause: "Do it!"

In front of the evil forces of the royal court, it is impossible to evacuate intact. If you want to go, you have to fight hard and look for opportunities.

The sword light is shining, it is Lin Xi's sword, a sword "Kanglong has regrets".

This is the lost text of the Sword Sect that she found from the ancient tomb of Zhang Dingbian, and the power of this move is many times greater than her past strength.

A sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was like a dragon, and it was in front of the royal court in an instant.

But such a sword can't hurt Wang Ting in the slightest.

The foreign girl standing beside Wang Ting, wearing a clown, picked up the silver piccolo and blew it gently on her lips.

Woo~

With a short syllable, Lin Xi's domineering sword, the strongest sword, the sword was shattered instantly, like a dream bubble, leaving no trace.

The third uncle and Mai Zhengyi also rushed to the royal court and the group of foreign strangers at this time, and the third uncle pursed his lips and blew, and a blue-white smoke shot out like an arrow.

With a flick of his wrist, a large cloud of smoke with sparks exploded, and his body fell to the ground, rubbing his body and rolling, jumping up from an incredible angle like a big horse monkey, and the copper cigarette stick poked towards the temples of the royal court.

One move and three styles, the third uncle's practical experience over the years, old and spicy, to the extreme.

At the other end, Mai Zhengyi roared, and the muscles on his body bulged suddenly, and his right fist was twice as large, and punched the foreigner wearing a crow mask and exaggerating muscles in front of him.

Jieling Lux is the best at hand-to-hand combat, and with his fist power, he is enough to break bricks and rubble.

There have been countless times in the ancient tombs, when he encountered copper-poured stone sealing doors, he relied on Mai Zhengyi's fist to break it, which shows the domineering power of his fist.

On both sides of the crowd, the head of Jingxu Dao chanted words in his mouth, stepped on the cloth under his feet, shook his big sleeves, and the villain made of two pieces of rune paper flew out, and after landing, he immediately turned into two yellow wrestlers, dressed in gold armor, and his god was majestic.

The magic of the mountain movers, please five Ding gods!

On the other side, Mr. Lao's face was solemn, holding the seal of "General Faqiu" in his hand, and he shouted "pardon" in a low voice.

With the seal as a symbol, the ghosts and gods are served.

The floor tiles cracked, and three swarthy humanoid monsters emerged from the ground and rushed towards Wang Ting and the others.

This is the corpse, brought out of the ancient tomb by Mr. Lao, refined by secret methods, copper skin and iron bones, infinitely powerful, and there is also corpse poison on the body, which is extremely weird.

This is the first time that the four doors of feng shui have joined forces to touch the gold vein, and they have spared no effort. In order to defeat Wang Ting and the others in one go.

This time, whether it is the "Five Ding Divine General" of Jingxu Dao, or Mr. Lao's "Earth Corpse", or the third uncle's fighting skills, Mai Zhengyi's domineering physical skills are all eye-opening and breathtaking.

The four gates of Feng Shui have been passed down from ancient times to the present, and they do have their doorways.

But......

Wang Ting smiled: "Keep me one." “

At the first word, the third uncle screamed, rolled and fled in embarrassment, and a cloud of blood mist exploded in the air, obviously having been hit hard.

At the second word, Mai Zhengyi's fist collided with the man in the crow mask, and in a light crisp fracture sound, Mai Zhengyi let out an earth-shattering roar, and his body retreated sharply.

The bones of his fist shattered.

At the time of the third word, the Wuding God of the Silent Void Dao was slapped into ashes by the man wearing a black bear mask and holding a giant shield.

Jingxu Dao Chang's face changed greatly, he coughed and turned to escape, the secret method was destroyed, and he was already traumatized.

At the fourth word, Mr. Lao saw the figure of the tall thin man wearing a doctor's mask flashing like a ghost, and the next moment, his three corpses were silently covered*.

A small scalpel actually gave the ground corpse that he had worked hard to refine for decades, the invulnerable ground corpse*!

Mr. Lo coughed up a mouthful of blood and retreated sharply.

His heart was already cold.

I thought that the royal court was strong, and I also thought that they might not be opponents, but I never thought that they would be defeated so quickly, so thoroughly, almost in the blink of an eye, they used their strength, and used the four doors of Feng Shui, the strongest secret art, and they were all defeated.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the other party's target is not for them, Wang Ting shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and his body moved, as if turning into a black cloud of smoke, instantly rushing through a distance of dozens of meters, and appeared in front of Yang Qiao.

The five fingers of his right hand grabbed Yang Qiao's head like an iron hook: "Give me the dragon vein." “

Yang Qiao's heart shook violently, the strength of the two sides was so different, in his mind, the third uncle and they deserved to be first-class feng shui masters, and Lin Xi's sword was also so powerful that it was beyond imagination, but such a combination actually collapsed in an instant.

Is the strength of the royal court already strong to this extent?

The haze of death shrouded in, no one could stop the royal court, and he, with his companions of the "Apocalypse" organization, became the most terrible opponent in the battle for the Ming Tomb.

Boom!

An agitated sword roar.

Ma Xiaoling made a move.

She has always been by Yang Qiao's side, knowing that her strength will not change anything even if she rushes up, and when Wang Ting rushed up to make a move on Yang Qiao, she knew that she could not be an opponent, but she still did not hesitate.

Because everyone is friends, it is impossible for her to watch Wang Ting succeed, and seeing him fall this time, she has no intention of keeping her hands at all, that is, she is ready to kill Yang Qiao and forcibly deprive Yang Qiao of everything.

Luck, dragon veins, and even life.

Ma Xiaoling's skills are good, as a disciple of the Sword Sect's generation, she has been carefully cultivated by Lin Xi, coupled with her own talent and perseverance, her sword can definitely rank in the top five among the younger generation.

Even Gu Qingmei, the equally excellent descendant of the Heart Sect, faced Ma Xiaoling's sword, he could only dodge it in a hurry.

Yang Qiao still remembered the first time she met Ma Xiaoling, her amazing sword cut a cultivated fish demon in half.

However, her opponent this time is Wang Ting.

Bite.

The red short sword stabbed three inches in front of Wang Ting's palm, and he could no longer move forward.

That is the "potential" and "qi" released by Wang Ting. Originating from the powerful Yuan Force and the power beyond ordinary people in his body, there is a layer of "domain" around his body that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

Ma Xiaoling's short sword was instantly bent under the tremendous pressure.

"Xiao Ling, back away!"

Yang Qiao shouted hurriedly and tried to hold Ma Xiaoling, but as soon as he touched Ma Xiaoling's clothes, his hand was bounced away like an electric shock.

That is the "potential" that belongs to Ma Xiaoling.

The secret technique of the Sword Sect had raised her own strength to a peak level, she didn't even have the strength to answer Yang Qiao's words, her clear eyes stared at Wang Ting's palm that was against the tip of her sword, to be precise, it was the invisible aura outside Wang Ting's body.

The short sword bent more and more in the tooth-squeaking sound, and it was about to break.

But judging from Ma Xiaoling's stubborn eyes, she didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

At this time, she had no other thoughts than drawing her sword and protecting her friend Yang Qiao.

"Ya Qiao...... Walk ......"

From Ma Xiaoling's lips, he spit out three words vaguely, and the next moment, Ma Xiaoling's body seemed to have been struck by lightning and knelt down suddenly.

Crack!

Ma Xiaoling knelt on one knee and stubbornly held the short sword in his hand, and spider web-like cracks were visible to the naked eye on the sword.

Blood spilled from the corner of Ma Xiaoling's mouth.

"Pro!"

Yang Qiao burst into a shout, and the golden character of Dou Da appeared in the void, pressing towards the royal court.

Nine-character mantra!

Everything happened too fast just now, and before he could react, the third uncle and Lin Xi had already collapsed, the royal court had already killed in front of him, and Ma Xiaoling had already come to the rescue.

Now, Yang Qiao finally came back to his senses, and the nine-character mantra condensed the Yuan Force of his whole body, and made a move to the royal court with hatred.

At this moment, no matter how many thoughts Yang Qiao had, he had to repel the people in the royal court before he could evacuate safely with Ma Xiaoling and them.

The nine-character mantra, like the brilliant sun, releases infinite light and heat.

Look carefully, this time the word "Lin" mantra, there is a faint taste of the "Sun Golden Crow" totem in Sanxingdui, rotating the golden runes, the word "Lin" ancient seal in the center, converge into a huge seal, such as the sunset of nine days, destroy everything.

This is the strongest mantra technique that Yang Qiao used to use the power of the dragon veins in his body to perform together.

At least twice as powerful as before.

Even with the strength of the royal court, he had to let go of Ma Xiaoling, and with a "hey", his figure floated back.

In the distance, those "Apocalypse" Inhumans did not rush to kill them all after defeating the third uncle and Lin Xi of the four gates of feng shui, but crossed their arms and watched the excitement.

Apocalypse acts all according to the mood, for them, it is not interesting to chase and kill those vulnerable opponents, it is more interesting to see how the royal court "eats turtles".

Seeing that Wang Ting was forced to retreat by a young man, the "crow" let out a strange laugh of "quack" from his mouth: "Wang, if you need help, just say it, as companions, we will not die without help." “

"Crow, shut your stinky mouth!" Wang Ting returned one of his middle fingers without looking back, and black gas rolled on his body.

"Yang Qiao, it seems that you have grown a lot during this time, so I won't leave my hand behind, let you see, the real dragon vein...... Here's how it's used. “

As the last few words were spoken, the dragon qi on Wang Ting's body suddenly converged into a black dragon, and under Wang Ting's handprint, it roared and pounced.

This is a real black dragon.

Black Water Dragon Vein!

The last time he was in Zhang Dingbian's tomb, Yang Qiao was about to seal it successfully, but he was robbed of the dragon vein by the royal court halfway.

Compared to Yang Qiao's efforts to suppress the various dragon veins in his body, Wang Ting had obviously completely refined this black water dragon vein, making it subject to his control.

This is, the art of dragon control.

Yang Qiao had just helped Ma Xiaoling up, when he heard the exclamations of the third uncle and Lin Xi in his ears: "Get out of the way!"

"Little Spirit!"

Rumble~

The black dragon and the nine-character mantra met in mid-air, water and fire were overcome, and the entire underground palace trembled in horror, and the invisible light waves twisted into a ball, chaotic as numb.

The vitality of heaven and earth vibrates violently, like a lake boiling,

But the next moment, Yang Qiao's nine-character mantra talisman was devoured by the black dragon, and the black dragon's body swelled sharply, as if it had expanded in a circle, and its body shape twisted and flew, like a black tornado continuing to chase towards Yang Qiao.

The nine-character mantra was defeated!