One hundred and sixty-three miles east of Ming City, a blood-red spatial rift suddenly appeared at the end of the space, and the appearance of the rift was like an eye, coldly overlooking the entire land.

"Kill, kill!"

Bursts of shouts and roars came from the depths of the spatial rift, and then one after another figures scrambled out of the spatial rift, galloping towards the west.

Countless colored streamers suddenly appeared in the night sky, as if the stars were falling in the sky, which was very gorgeous.

Countless streamers were scattered in all directions, and the first to usher in the streamers was the closest to the spatial rift.

There was silence in the Ming City, and everyone stood up, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked at the approaching streamer in the distance with some anxiety.

A middle-aged man stood silently on the roof beside the road, holding a pitch-black iron bow in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

Some people who know him remember that he was the one who entered the ghost country eighty years ago, and he has been very dull since entering the ghost country, no matter what others ask, he never mentions his past.

He later married a daughter-in-law and had a daughter, all of whom are now married and have a grandson.

People in Liming City often see him walking around the streets with his grandson in his arms, and his expression is very satisfied, as if he is holding some kind of baby, which is exactly the same as the look he had when he was holding his daughter all over the street to show off.

But no one had ever seen him look like this.

His look was so terrifying—like a beast, even those who knew him well and were close to him on a daily basis looked at him with some inexplicable fear.

However, the man didn't seem to see it at all, he just held the black iron bow in his hand with his left hand, and twisted his right hand backhand in the void, twisting a dark light, and put it on top of the iron bow.

The pitch-black iron bow sang a "squeaky squeak" ballad, and the light completely broke the bowstring of the iron bow like a full moon.

"Whew-"

With a roar that broke through the air, that ray of light swirled and roared out in an instant, like an angry beast, with endless power.

"Poof—"

The first streamer that rushed into the sky above Liming City didn't even react to what was going on, and it was pierced through his chest and abdomen by the roaring Xuanguang.

This seventh-order peak monk looked at his chest with some panic, looking at the pitch-black hole, his expression was a little blank.

The next moment, he finally realized what was happening, but the true qi that had originally enveloped him had completely dissipated, and his body fell uncontrollably to the earth, still like a meteor.

The fall of the first streamer is just the beginning.

No one cared about the fool who rushed to the front, and not even a few people noticed this guy at all.

It was only a moment when the first streamer fell, and the sky from Ming City was already occupied by all kinds of light.

Figures surrounded Liming City, and one after another attacks fell on Liming City without warning, intending to destroy the city that was blocking their path.

Colors of light rushed from the sky to the earth, making the night as bright as day, and all the dark corners could not be hidden.

"Boom!"

With a roar, a layer of pale cyan transparent gas appeared above Liming City, causing all the attacks to fall on its surface.

The transparent air shield trembled slightly, and then bounced all the attacks into the sky.

The offensive that rebounded to the sky and the offensive that fell from the sky collided abruptly in the middle, like two rivers that wanted to occupy each other's rivers and collided with each other, making bursts of deafening roars endless, and even with the continuous strengthening of the offensive, the roar became louder and louder, and it had already shocked people with dizziness and tinnitus, and even their qi and blood could no longer control themselves.

In the open space in front of the City Lord's Mansion, there were monks gathered one after another, they were not monks born and raised in the Ghost Land, they were all outlaws who had fled from the Six Realms for hundreds of years.

They have been baptized and nurtured by the Six Realms, and they know what it means to really fight and what it means to fight with their lives.

"Let's get started. Gui Wanliping, who was full of patterns, looked at the sky and waved his hand quietly.

The monks had already taken their positions, waiting for the words of return.

After receiving the order to return to Wanli, one by one, the former outlaws used their true qi to run wildly, causing the air to roar around their bodies, turning into sharp blades, cutting blood holes on their bodies, and constantly leaching blood.

None of them showed a painful look on their faces because of this, and their expressions were a little blank, as if they were doing something commonplace—after all, in the former Six Realms, they had already had too much madness, so that the entire Six Realms had almost no place for them.

Whether out of love, hate, or for a variety of reasons, they have gone mad in the Six Realms and have done a lot of killing.

The Six Realms couldn't tolerate them, everyone wanted to kill them, but few people would ask them why they killed people in the first place, why they caused so many killings, and the huge Six Realms had long since lost their shelter.

This is their only place to live.

Here, they have left all their past behind, and they can live without fighting, without blood, without having to use their lives to win a glimmer of life, without having to worry about being chased and killed all the time.

Here, they finally live a peaceful life, light and comfortable.

Here, they are like ordinary people, they have become biological children, work hard, and all the hatred and hatred of the past have disappeared.

This is a new life, burying them with smoke and dust.

They don't want to go back to the past for a long time, although the past days were so magnificent, but for them, it is not life, it is survival.

But tonight, they had to pick up the butcher's knife that they had held tightly in their hands and had put down for years, and they had to do it.

Tonight, they must, they have to, fight to protect what they have now.

It's like what they once did in the Six Realms.

Kill, kill, kill.

Kill any enemy that comes in.

They don't care why the enemy is here, and they don't care how powerful the enemy will be here, because they have a reason that they must not back down, even if they die.

Streams of surging true qi continued to flow out of their bodies, converging into the huge dark golden formation in front of them, gradually lighting up the dark golden formation.

In the sky, figures were flying vertically and horizontally, and the offensive fell like a torrential rain.

They didn't give up attacking because of the existence of the protective shield that would rebound the offensive - in order to break through this defensive formation, the offensive became more and more violent, and more and more people gathered, making the air shield vibrate more and more violently, and the amplitude became larger and larger, as if it would be completely destroyed at any time.

The monks who had gathered in the sky above Liming City were full of madness, and let out a savage roar, as if they were a herd of beasts.

"Attack, attack, keep attacking, there is a limit to what the defensive shield can withstand!

The silent man's gaze on the roof moved in the darkness of the night, he clenched the black iron bow in his hand, and then once again twisted an arrow, resting it on the iron bow, slowly but steadily pulling it to the full moon.

The man's hand pulling the bow was unusually steady, and the black iron bow did not tremble in the slightest, and then as the man suddenly released the bowstring, the arrow on the black iron bow roared out again, like a black scale roaring, roaring through the transparent barrier and straight into the sky.

"Puff-puff-puff——!"

With three subtle sounds, the black arrow pierced through the bodies of the three monks in a row, causing the three monks to explode directly into a blood mist, and then exploded in the night sky with a "bang", turning into a rain of blood in the sky, spraying out in all directions.

In the atrium of the City Lord's Mansion, the old man stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the various colors of light in the sky, as well as the streamers that were still emerging in the distant forest, his expression was extremely grim.

Gui Wanli hurriedly walked in front of the old man, and said slightly: "City Lord, everything is ready." ”

The old man bowed his head slightly, and said, "Then concentrate on the battle, this battle ...... Maybe it's going to be our last stage. ”

"The city lord doesn't have to be too pessimistic. Gui Wanli said seriously, "We may still have hope." ”

"Hope?" The old man couldn't help laughing, looked at Gui Wanli, shook his head slightly, and then said with emotion, "At least this glimmer of hope doesn't belong to us, does it?"

Gui Wanli said: "City Lord, you evacuate first......"

"Evacuate?" the old man smiled even more, "Since I am the lord of the city, I will naturally live and die with this city, but you can still leave alive." ”

Gui Wanli was stunned, and just as he wanted to speak, the old man raised his hand and signaled Gui Wanli not to interrupt his words.

"I heard that a few days ago, when I went out to investigate, you found out that Chu Feng's child is still alive, and he is already the emperor. The old man said slowly.

Gui Wanli nodded, the battle between Chu Feng and the Proud Sword Cave Heaven and the Emperor of Tiangongfu that broke out at the beginning was a well-known thing, and there was no need to deliberately investigate. Later, although many people did not know Chu Feng, some people had seen Chu Feng, so it was not too difficult to learn these news.

"After the city of Mingcheng is broken, you go all the way west, rush to Blackwater City as soon as possible, and wait there. The old man said slowly, "If Chu Feng's child also comes, you beg him to remember his old feelings and save those children in the shelter." ”

Thousands of miles are silent.

"It all depends on the destiny of heaven and the child...... Are you still willing to miss this kindness? ”