Lin Huarun looked at the plate of mortal Taoists who walked slowly, and he didn't know why the other party hadn't used any skills, let alone any profundity, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Stop. Lin Huarun yelled abnormally: "If you are advancing, aren't you afraid of being trampled into pulp by these thousands of troops?"

Yifan Daoist smiled calmly, slowly stopped, and said calmly: "There are indeed a lot of 200,000 horses, and the last time I saw this kind of battle was a hundred years ago, but it still seems to be a little smaller.

At that time, there were seven great sword slaves of the Holy Sword Gate who entered the Northern Wilderness, and there were 800,000 iron horsemen in the back, but what could be done? ”

Yifan Daoist casually stretched out his hand and pointed to the back, and everyone followed his movements.

In the distance, the clouds and mist were hoarded, and there were eight towering peaks under the clouds, which should have been straight into the sky, and now they saw that the eight tall and straight peaks were neatly erased.

It is like a ghost axe, containing the power of opening the mountain, and cutting down the eight peaks neatly.

Everyone looked at the scenery one by one, and they didn't know why.

Only His Majesty the Emperor, who was looking through the car window, saw the scene in the distance, and then looked through the rows of human heads, and then looked at the Taoist priest in a shabby Taoist robe not far away, and his heart was particularly shocked.

According to the secret history of the empire, a hundred years ago, 800,000 iron troops directly attacked the northern wilderness, the momentum was huge, how mighty and majestic, but for some reason, just when the desolate people were about to be wiped out, 800,000 iron troops retreated without a fight.

There are only a few reasons recorded in the secret history, which are stated: miracles descended from heaven, the gods descended to earth, blessed the Northern Wilderness, the gods were robed, holding a three-foot wooden sword, and a sword shook the eight strange peaks, and its momentum was not blocked by manpower, so he retreated.

Because it is too mysterious, and it is a great shame for the Shuntian Dynasty, this secretary has gradually been sealed in the dust, and few people know about it at this time.

His Majesty looked at the Taoist man, looking at the eight peaks that had been cut down by the waist, and a chill gradually rose in his heart.

If that secret history is true, if this person is really a god descending from heaven, then how can these 200,000 soldiers and horses shake him in the slightest?

The more His Majesty thought about it, the more nervous he became, the more he thought about it, the more disheartened he became, and he quickly sat down in his heart.

This is the time to destroy the barbarians, victory is at hand, if you withdraw your troops, wouldn't you miss the opportunity?

If that person really has the ability to reach the heavens, I am afraid that he will not be able to get any benefits in this battle, and he may all die here.

His Majesty was weighing and thinking in his heart, he was unwilling to withdraw his troops, and he did not dare to take risks.

While His Majesty was thinking about it, Yifan Daoist said calmly: "It's really boring for so many people to fight and kill, it is said that you are the war king of the Shuntian Dynasty, I don't know if you can make a bet with the poor Dao?"

"Bet on what?" Lin Huarun said calmly.

"Just bet that you can't shake the poor road for half a point, if you win, I don't care about this matter, if you lose, your 200,000 soldiers and horses, where they come from, give me where they come from, and within ten years, a soldier and a horse of the Shuntian Dynasty can't set foot in the Northern Wilderness. ”

Lin Huarun was puzzled in his heart, could it be this Taoist in front of him?

You must know that even if he is recognized as the number one in the world in the cultivation world, he would not dare to have such an aura in front of him, he is the war king of the Shuntian Dynasty, and he is also a great cultivator suitable for the heavenly realm.

No matter who no one dares to despise the character.

But this seemingly ordinary Taoist who seemed to be able to blow him down with a slightly stronger wind had a terrifying tone.

It stands to reason that when they heard such words, the soldiers under Lin Huarun should laugh loudly.

But at this moment, there are more than 200,000 horses, and none of them dare to make a sound, even the fierce horses seem to feel inexplicable fear, and they are in place, and their wheezing sounds have become restrained.

There was silence all around, and in this canyon of more than 300,000 horses, there was not the slightest sound, and today I heard the sound of the wind crashing against the surrounding cliffs, making a whirring sound, like a hundred ghosts wailing, terrifying and infiltrating.

Lin Huarun really couldn't imagine that the other party looked so ordinary, why could he give people such a great sense of oppression? Is it pretending? Or is it really powerful, he is really not sure.

Mo Tear was in place, looking up at the master's back, it seemed to be taller than usual, and the usual aura of hanging children dissipated without a trace, but gave people a sense of oppression that was not clear and incomprehensible.

In an instant, Mo Tear seemed to feel that there were wisps of green smoke emitted from the master's body, like an immortal about to ascend, close at hand but far away.

"Why should I promise you?" Lin Huarun sneered, "As long as I give an order, you will become a puddle of meat under this thousands of troops." ”

Yifan Daoist shook his head with a sigh, and said flatly: "If you want corpses to be everywhere here, just come over and let you take a good look, a sword will shake the heavens and the earth, and a sword will break through a million divisions." ”

The words of a fan Taoist were extremely plain, but it was like a thunderclap that exploded in this canyon, shaking around, and every word was like a storm after storm, slapping everyone's heart.

Extremely depressing! It was almost so depressing that people couldn't breathe, and the air around them became as solid as a rock.

"The sword comes. ”

The two words of understatement exploded in the canyon again, and a wooden sword shuttled through the sky at great speed, drawing a brilliant light one by one, and finally hovered above the head of a mortal Taoist.

A fan Taoist slowly stretched out his hand, held the hilt of the sword, turned his ankle, and a sword qi rushed to the sky, like breaking the sky, like the vast sea, rushing out of the brilliance of the heavenly sword, which seemed to be able to turn the sky into a mirror and split into powder.

At this moment, the cliffs and valleys shook violently, the gravel on the high mountain rolled down one after another, the wind was sudden, and gradually, the earth began to tremble slightly.

The horses on both sides turned on their backs, and the fierce horses that had been on the battlefield for a long time were the first to perceive the unprecedented danger, and they were extremely restless, and they retreated one after another, about to flee.

Gradually, the surroundings returned to calm, and only the sky-high sword qi still stood above the sky.

The sky was light and windy, and the dark clouds gathered at some point, and one by one thunder and lightning followed the white sword light that rushed to the sky, twisting and circling, like Pang Xuan's purple dragons one after another on a huge pillar of light.

Lin Huarun raised his head high, his eyes flashed with this scene after scene, his pupils constricted into points, and his face revealed a horror that could not be concealed.

"Promise him. ”

A mournful voice came from the rear of the army, and His Majesty the Emperor couldn't sit still, standing outside the carriage, watching this terrifying scene, and even kowtowed.

Almost at the same time, Lin Huarun replied: "I promise you." ”

No one could tell whether His Majesty ordered it first, or Lin Huarun answered first.

A mortal Taoist calmly retracted, the sky-high sword light gradually disappeared, and the three-foot wooden sword brushed, piercing a black shadow and returning to the back of a mortal Taoist.

Lin Huarun locked on to the figure of a Taoist and asked with a little surprise: "You don't have a sword." ”

Yifan Daoist shook his head, "There is no sword, how can I come out of the sword." ”

Lin Huarun was extremely puzzled by this sentence, if an ordinary person said it, he would definitely think that this person was crazy, and seeing the terrifying scene just now would only make him think that he had not practiced enough to comprehend the mystery.

Yifan Daoist continued: "Don't grind, just do it, use your strongest move, so as not to dangle in front of me, if the poor Dao doesn't hold back, a slap will slap you to death, won't you be able to row?"

Lin Huarun didn't feel angry when he heard this, judging from the moment of the other party's magic power just now, he was indeed not the opponent of this little-known master, as for whether he could force back the slightest, Lin Huarun was not sure now.

"Senior, give me advice!"

Lin Huarun screamed, his body slowly rose into the air, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a sharp sword with black and white in white floated into Lin Huarun's hand like a ribbon.

Lin Huarun held the sword in his hand, standing in front of him, and his eyes that were separated by the sword flashed with a penetrating cold light.

Yifan Daoist looked up slightly at the intersection of black and white in his hand, slightly surprised, and his tone was as flat as ever, "There is white in black, and there is black in white." This sword is called Sky Dark, ranked first on the top ten treasure spectrums, and it is indeed a good sword, but for me, it is not as good as a piece of broken wood. ”

Lin Huarun's eyes froze, staring at a mortal Taoist, holding the sky dark in front of him, and the sword light appeared like a tide.

The sword light was extremely charming, half black, half white, as if the entire sky was dotted with these two colors.

The dense sword light that covered the sky and the sun was straight towards a mortal Taoist, as if the embankment of the heavenly river was about to collapse and was about to pour down.

Yifan Daoren's face still did not have a trace of twists and turns, smiled slightly, and said, "Just let the horse come!"

Before the words fell, Lin Huarun's eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying fierce light, holding high the sky dark, a sword, and roaring down.

Tens of thousands of sword seas, like stormy waves, slapped a mortal Taoist away.

One by one, the black and white intertwined sword light, like the stars falling from the sky, bombarded the ground, instantly dusty, the earth trembled violently, blasting out one big crater after another, rolling up layers of storms.

Mo Tear swayed left and right barely stabilized his body, watching his master be swallowed by the endless sea of swords, and finally covered his whole body by the sky-high dust that was kicked up.

Mo Tear shouted in horror, "Master, Master." ”

The earth was still shaking violently, and the sword light above the sky seemed to be endlessly slapping the earth, making the surroundings tremble.

After a while, Lin Huarun slowly fell to the ground, covered in sweat, revealing rare exhaustion, quietly holding his sword, looking up at the boundless dust ahead.

The dust had not yet dispersed, but Lin Huarun's face gradually showed a smile.

He is very sure that he has been sealing the sword for ten years, and now he is using the sword and trying his best to output the strongest sword, "Black and white shine in the sky." "Even if the other party is as strong as a god, if he doesn't hide, he will definitely be injured.

The psychedelic hazy dust, like a dream, seems so unrealistic.

A gray piece of dust gradually fell to the ground, and in the faint dust, a laser-like light flashed around, breaking through the dust, dazzling.

Gradually, the dust gradually dissipated, and the truth emerged from it, and a mortal Taoist was still standing in place, emitting a dazzling white light on his body, and all around him, there were deep pits, only the place where his feet were stepping was intact.

Lin Huarun was shocked.

Yifan Daoist gathered the light on his body, patted the dust on his body, still calm, and slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Huarun.

Lin Huarun was frightened by that glance at him, and his mind couldn't help himself for a long time, as if those plain eyes were enveloping him deadly, and the deep light revealed in his eyes seemed to be able to crush him.

The great general of the Shuntian Dynasty, the war king of the empire, the great cultivator of Shitian, and the owner of the Heavenly Dark Sword, the first treasure weapon in the world, was now frightened by the simple glance of a mortal Taoist.

At the same time, the ironclad and cold soldiers on the opposite side also lost control of their faces when they saw this scene, and the cold aura unique to the soldiers also collapsed.

His Majesty in the last row was already dumbfounded, and he didn't know whether he was shocked by Lin Huarun's extraordinary stunts, or frightened by the unique aura of a mortal Taoist.

No one knows about this question, and I'm afraid Your Majesty doesn't even know it himself, because the moment Lin Huarun made a move, he was already surprised and lost his mind.