Xiong Wushuang took a step abruptly, and then the energy around his body poked out like countless invisible tentacles, swept over the dense Shangyun martial soldiers, and entangled those sect disciples scattered among the martial soldiers.

"Up!!"

Xiong Wushuang, who roared in a low voice, raised his hands violently towards the sky, and countless scattered qi machines converged towards the sky as if they had been pulled at this moment.

And those sect disciples who were entangled by the qi machine instantly rushed into the dim sky with the flow of qi.

Dozens of people seemed to have been specially picked out, not to mention struggling, they were entangled in strength, and they didn't even have the strength to shout.

Even the two Yun Miaowei around Chen Wanli did not escape from Xiong Wushuang's innocent poisonous hands.

Everyone looked at the disciples of the sect above their heads in disbelief as if they were embedded in the void, only Han Daxiong pouted in disdain.

"Hey, mission accomplished!"

Xiong Wushuang showed an impeccable smile on his face, and then his hands clenched into fists violently, and the originally silent qi became violent in an instant.

Bang bang bang......

The sound of the sky exploding was endless, and countless blood rains were sprinkled down.

All the sect disciples who were captured by Xiong Wushuang's qi machine were like lit cannonballs, bursting into pieces of weird and bewitching blood mist in the sky.

Bang Dang!

The weapons in the hands of countless Shangyun warriors don't know when they fell to the ground, although they still have more than 100,000 troops at the moment, but every warrior knows in their hearts that it's over.

They had the help of the sect's disciples before, and they lost thousands of people who wanted to besiege these disarming warriors, let alone now?

Although the remaining hundreds of people are not in the climate, they can't stand the few cultivators around them to cultivate to the sky!

"Let's go!"

Yang Wanli saw the changes on the battlefield, and immediately reacted suddenly, there is no point in staying now, the children of the sect are dead, just this one, Shangyun Kingdom can't afford it.

Sun Changling's legs couldn't help trembling at this moment, since he was born in the royal family, he naturally had some understanding of the affairs of the sect.

That strong man who could wipe out all the sect disciples in the blink of an eye was definitely not something that ordinary people could match, and now the only thought in his mind was to leave this damn battlefield.

"General Xiao, take care of Feng Haobei for me!"

Looking at the marching banner that was retreating in the distance, Han Daxiong's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't worry, with me, it's hard for him to die if he wants to!"

Without waiting for Xiao Ran to answer, Xiong Wushuang patted his chest directly, a cultivator with advanced cultivation would not make a move on ordinary ordinary people in order to avoid cause and effect, but if ordinary people took the initiative to paste it, it would be different.

In the Heavenly Dao cycle, although cultivators are afraid of causes, not effects, because they come out of ordinary people, they don't need to bear the karma of killing.

In other words, as long as an ordinary person dares to raise the weapon in his hand at a cultivator, even if the cultivator kills him, it will not be contaminated with the corresponding cause and effect.

Besides, Xiong Wushuang's hand just now was enough to deter everyone, and after seeing this guy's ability to order artillery battles, no one would go to Xiong Wushuang's trouble when they were full.

Han Daxiong put Feng Haobei aside, and then his body moved, and the violent energy instantly scattered the soldiers on the periphery, and the heavy sword followed closely and fell into Han Daxiong's hands.

"I ......"

Looking at the blood mist rising in front of him, Xiong Wushuang's eyes widened suddenly.

Logically speaking, once a cultivator innocently kills living beings, he will be contaminated with cause and effect, which is why the lawless Xiong Wushuang does not dare to take action against ordinary martial soldiers easily.

And Han Daxiong in front of him doesn't seem to care about these at all.

The energy that rolled up around his body tore apart the Shangyun warriors along the way, and when those obscure karmic karma was about to invade Han Daxiong's body, three feet of Xuanhuang Qi would fall on this guy's forehead, blocking these karma from the outside.

"Where to go!!"

A loud shout sounded like thunder, and Chen Wanli, who was galloping wildly, suddenly felt a vast pressure behind him, and the good horse that sat down collapsed to the ground in an instant.

A little golden mang came from the sky, Chen Wanli had thirty-six deputy generals by his side, and at this moment, there were only eight people standing in front of him.

The others are princes and nobles like Sun Changling, and naturally they will not sacrifice their lives for the sake of a commander of the Eastern Crusade.

Han Daxiong smashed into the field with a sword, and the eight lieutenants who were loyal to the Lord suddenly flew out upside down.

Chen Wanli stood in place, now that he was dead, there would be no more fear in his heart.

"Who are you?"

Chen Wanli looked at Han Daxiong with a flat expression and asked lightly.

"King Xuanyuan, Han Daxiong!"

Han Daxiong was stunned, he had never seen such a soldier in front of him, ordinary people were either begging for mercy or scolding at this time, but this guy in front of him was very unique.

On his body, Han Daxiong didn't see a trace of fear, not even a little emotional fluctuation.

"Xuanyuan Dynasty ......"

Chen Wanli muttered in a low voice, and then a look of yearning erupted in his eyes.

When Shangyun raised the strength of the whole country and wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob, he Chen Wanli was reluctant in every way, but the emperor's order was difficult to do, and he could only take command of the expedition.

Outside the dangerous pass, when the people of the sect began to massacre Shangyun warriors, he knew that the national glory of Shangyun Country had come to an end!

"Let's do it!"

Chen Wanli slowly pulled out the Shangyun Sword given by the emperor on his side, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Han Daxiong.

Although he knew that none of the ten of them were the enemies of the man in front of him, he Chen Wanli did not have the habit of waiting to be killed.

"Death?"

If you were the previous Han Daxiong, you would have chopped it down with a sword, regardless of whether you are the marshal of Shangyun Country or the personal heirloom of the sect.

But after so many bloody battles, Han Daxiong gradually understood the painstaking efforts of Xiao Bieli and Tang Ming, after all, they are outsiders, and the future Xuanyuan Dynasty will need a pillar of talent like the man in front of him.

"Chen Wanli, but beg for death!"

Chen Wanli's long sword moved, and a bit of sword light burst out in an instant.

At the same time, Han Daxiong's heavy sword moved slightly, and a vast pressure was violently blessed between these square inches, not to mention Chen Wanli, even the deputy generals on the side were all pressed to the ground.

Looking at Han Daxiong slowly lifting the middle, Chen Wanli's expression moved.

"Wait!"

Chen Wanli, who was originally bent on death, spoke at this time.

"Why? When you die, you won't be a good man?"

Han Daxiong sneered, but he knew that this guy was by no means greedy for life and afraid of death, because the indifferent atmosphere before could not be pretended.

Chen Wanli shook his head, and then said indifferently: "It's okay for me to die, can you let go of my hundreds of thousands of Shangyun warriors?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

Han Daxiong raised his eyebrows, and then looked at this Shangyun Country Marshal who commanded more than 100,000 troops with some amusement, as if he was looking at a fool.

"At this point, the Shangyun Kingdom has been defeated, the Xuanyuan Dynasty has abandoned the control of the sect, and it is already the general trend to sweep the world, these hundreds of thousands of warriors, in the near future, will also be your Xuanyuan people, why do you want to kill them all?"

Chen Wanli supported the ground with one hand, and after slowly standing up, he said to Han Daxiong.

"Then how can I be worthy of the Xuanyuan warriors who died in the dangerous pass and other battlefields?!"

Han Daxiong is not in a hurry to make a move, this is very different from his usual style, in fact, if Feng Haobei is here, if Lu Junfeng is still alive, if Tang Ming is on the side, he will definitely understand that Han Daxiong has no killing intent towards Chen Wanli.

"The soldier died on the battlefield, this is fate!"

Although Han Daxiong said this, the heavy sword in his hand was slowly put down.

"It's not impossible for me to let them go, but you have to come with me!"

A gleam flashed in Han Daxiong's eyes, and those who knew him knew that this guy must have some ghost in mind.

......

A day later, the army of Shangyun Kingdom was defeated, the leading commander Chen Wanli was captured by the King of Xuanyuan Domain, the disciples of the sect were killed, and the siege of the Eight Kingdoms was now half gone.

The remaining dynasties have all become noisy, and most of the power of the sect is tilted between the two dynasties of Beiyan and Shangyun.

Even these two dynasties have been planted, and the other few eager hearts at this moment have completely cooled down.

What they had to think about now was not to retreat, but how to prevent the Xuanyuan Dynasty from pointing the butcher's knife at them.

"This is where Tang Boy stays?"

After the army entered the city, Xiong Wushuang looked left and right full of curiosity, although this human dynasty was majestic, it was still a big gap compared to the great sects of the Xianmen he had seen.

"Yes and no. ”

Han Daxiong thought about it and said that this is the place where Gongzi stays, and it is not false to arrive, but strictly speaking, what Xiong Wushuang wants to ask is Shangyu Village.

"It's unparalleled luck!"

Xiong Wushuang's realm is destined for him to see more things, this Xuanyuan Dynasty is the same as other human realms, but this strong luck is only seen.

Such a dynasty's luck, not to mention ordinary cultivators, even a master like Xiong Wushuang, who had already stepped into the middle stage of the Transformation Ding, could not help but be suppressed.

"Something is wrong!"

Xiong Wushuang, who was looking left and right, stood up suddenly, his eyes were firmly fixed on the window of a restaurant lined up on both sides of the official road, and following his eyes, he could see a blurred figure standing at the door of that window.

"What's wrong?"

Han Daxiong followed Xiong Wushuang's gaze with a blindfolded face, and saw nothing except one window.

And Feng Yubei, who was seriously injured but had recovered some of his spirit, narrowed his eyes at this moment, and a faint killing intent scattered from the blood-drinking knife.

"There are masters!"

Feng Haobei held the blood-drinking knife in one hand, looked at the front with cold eyes, and said lightly.

"Master, what a master, what realm?"

Han Daxiong carefully perceived it, but he didn't find anything, according to his cultivation, it was normal not to perceive it, but after seeing Xiong Wushuang's methods, it was really not easy to be called a master by Feng Haobei.

"The early stage of Huading!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Xiong Wushuang's mouth, and when he got closer, he could naturally see clearly that the guy who was hiding behind the window was the son of the famous Killing Hall Master of the Eight Great Forces, Blood Slaughter!