"Get out. The young man muttered to himself, his voice soft, soft, like a gnat.

"Snort-" A sword aura slashed down, completely severing the young man's arm holding the iron bow.

Blood spurted out, the young man groaned in pain, and his form staggered, but then he fell forward sharply, crushing against the iron bow.

The iron bow was like a sharp sword, inserted into the young man's chest, and streams of blood instantly drenched the iron bow, completely dyeing the iron bow red.

"Squeak squeak—"

The Iron Bow let out a groan of pain, as if it was about to break.

The young man's face stained with blood and dust drooped.

"Get out. ”

He repeated the phrase feebly, saliva mixed with dirty blood that had not fully coagulated from the corners of his mouth.

"Get out. ”

He continued to repeat such sentences, his voice full of anger, full of hatred.

If Heaven had given him strength, he would not hesitate to erase these enemies from this world once and for all.

However, the heavens are just watching indifferently.

The blood of burning grief turned into two lines of tears, which flowed down his cheeks, and fell on the broken bricks and tiles with a "snap".

A cry of anger emanated from the depths of his throat and echoed through the empty wilderness.

"From our home...... Get out of here!"

It is the desire of each of them to get these aggressors out of their homes.

But something like a wish may not come true.

The sky was bright and dark, and the sun had fallen on the western mountains, leaving only a dull shadow in the west against the dim yellow of the sky.

The scale of the battle in Liming City is constantly shrinking, and most of the battle areas have stopped fighting.

Yan Tianjun stood in the City Lord's Mansion, still unmoved, although there were hundreds of corpses lying horizontally around him, he was covered in blood, and even his white hair was dyed red.

"City Lord ......" Gui Wanli clenched his fists tightly, he was already covered with blood.

"Yesterday, the population that gathered in Liming City was one hundred and thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and ninety-five, and when dusk fell, the population plummeted to less than 10,000 people, which was far from the time that the defenders of Ming City could hold out...... At most, it will be declared extinct in half an hour. Gui Wanli reported.

Yan Tianjun glanced at him slightly, and said, "How many of the eight team leaders are left?"

Gui Wanli pursed his lips and said: "Yao Zixu, Yu Chaobai confirmed that he blew himself up and died; An Ruosu died in the battle at the entrance of Nanjie; Mingyue was killed by a covering blow while supplying the Fengrui team and died on the spot; Lin Bo died in battle when the defense of the three eastern districts was in chaos; Zhuge Zhu, Hua Nan and Chen Zhonghe are still consolidating the defense of the west, south and north, but I am afraid that it will not last long!"

Yan Tianjun glanced slightly, nodded and said, "Wanli, you are ready to evacuate here." ”

"City Lord!" Gui Wanli's eyes showed infinite resentment, "You go, City Lord, I will preside over the jade fragments......"

Yan Tianjun looked at Gui Wanli and said slowly: "The old man is happy and vengeful all his life, why be afraid of death? As the deputy city lord, it stands to reason that you are naturally never allowed to leave the city, but you have a heavy responsibility, so naturally you can't die here in vain." ”

Gui Wanli gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "City Lord, I have followed you for so many years......"

Yan Tianjun waved his sleeves and said, "Let's go." ”

Gui Wanli was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth fiercely, took a deep look, and turned to leave.

It was precisely because he had followed Yan Tianjun for so many years that he knew Yan Tianjun, and he knew that once Yan Tianjun decided something, he would never change it.

All he could do was do what he was told, and that's it.

Yan Tianjun looked at the figure that was thousands of miles away, stared at it for a moment, and then said coldly: "Come out, I know you have waited long enough for this time." ”

A figure walked out of the billowing smoke and dust in the distance, it was a short and fat old man in gray, with a ruddy face, crane hair and a childish face, with a long sword behind his back, and slowly stepped forward.

"Ge Youquan, I knew you would come. Yan Tianjun looked at the figure that was approaching slowly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Youquanjun stood at a distance of three feet in front of Yan Tianjun, and then untied the long sword behind his back and inserted it in front of him, before he said coldly: "If it weren't for you, big brother, they wouldn't have regrets for life." ”

Yan Tianjun narrowed his eyes, "Hey" sneered: "If it weren't for Zhao Chunshan's group of miscellaneous pieces, how could Xiaoyu have regrets for the rest of his life." You're just looking for revenge, just like me, so why bother with so many boring ifs. ”

Youquanjun was silent for a moment, and said, "Reasonable, I am here to seek revenge and kill you." ”

Yan Tianjun squinted his eyes, looked at Youquan Jun, and immediately laughed out loud, laughing for a long time before he said mockingly: "Yan Tianjun has been happy in his life, when has he ever let others be happy?"

Youquanjun's expression changed slightly, and he reached out to hold the Youquan Sword in front of him, wanting to attack, but Yan Tianjun had already drifted away, and streams of blue light pierced through the layers of smoke and fell to the ground, blocking Youquanjun's way forward.

Youquan-kun waited for a full eighty years.

From the moment he was defeated at the hands of Yan Tianjun eighty years ago, he has been waiting for today.

The Youquan Sword has been waiting for more than eighty years.

One hundred and sixty years ago, when Yan Tianjun was on the third sword cave sky, he saw with his own eyes that Hoshino-jun was scolded to death by Yan Tianjun pointing at the front door, Yan Tianjun alone was like entering a no-man's realm among the eight monarchs, and he went through twenty-six moves under Yan Tianjun's hands.

Two hundred and forty years ago, when Yan Tianjun was on the second Proud Sword Cave Heaven, he saw with his own eyes that the second Xingye Jun was beaten by Yan Tianjun and sank, at that time, Yan Tianjun just glanced at him contemptuously.

Three hundred and twenty years ago, when Yan Tianjun first went to the Proud Sword Cave Heaven, he saw with his own eyes that the eldest Chunshan Jun was beaten by Yan Tianjun and the Dao Foundation was completely destroyed, and at that time, Yan Tianjun didn't even bother to look at him.

Yan Tianjun is the nightmare of his life, he came to Yan Tianjun to seek revenge, not only to help Haruyama-jun and Hoshino-kun avenge, but also for himself, to get rid of Yan Tianjun, a nightmare that he can't get rid of in his life.

There was no more Proud Sword Cave Heaven, and all he could do was this last thing.

He won't let Yan Tianjun go, absolutely not!

He clenched the Youquan Sword, and a stream of Senluo Qi tightly wrapped around the Youquan Sword, and as Youquan Jun turned into a dark shadow, he rushed towards the figure of the old man in front of him.

Yan Tianjun looked at Youquanjun's approaching figure and snorted contemptuously.

He was never prepared to fight Youquan-kun, it was too boring.

He was never a good man, and he would never let the enemy get what he wanted.

Since Youquan-kun wants to fight him to the death, then he feels that he will not give Youquan-kun this chance.

This is also the reason why he only destroyed the Daoji of the few people who participated in the internal strife of the Sword Shrine in the Eight Monarchs of the Sword Shrine but did not kill anyone, he just wanted them to always stand on the threshold of the ninth order and experience the pain of peeping at the door but not being allowed to enter.

Only such a long and painful torment will enable those people to receive the punishment they deserve.

Rejoice, such a thing must not be given to the enemy.

The corners of Yan Tianjun's mouth were slightly raised, and his expression was full of mockery.

Gui Wanli quietly left Liming City from the west city of Liming City, and fled towards the north.

Gui Wanli stood on the top of a mountain in the north.

From the top of the mountain, Liming City was completely covered in billowing smoke and dust, and from time to time there would be a rumbling sound, indicating that there were still resistors in the city.

However, the frequency of the rumbling thunder is getting smaller and smaller, and the interval between the rumbles is getting longer, and finally it becomes inaudible.

Gui Wanli clenched his fists, his nails sinking into the flesh.

He hates.

He hated the monks of the Six Realms for being greedy and cruel, and he hated his own incompetence for not being able to save the city.

He put so much effort and energy into the city.

He knows every street, every paving, even every brick in the city.

Whichever family's wine is delicious, which family's daughter-in-law is beautiful, and which family's children's skin are clear.

Before he came to the ghost country, he never thought that he, who was excluded and hated by the world, could get so much respect.

In order to be worthy of Yan Tianjun's trust, and to be worthy of the respect given to him by those who did not know him, in the past 160 years, he has paid too much for this city, and even his own cultivation has been completely abandoned.

But now, all the efforts have turned into ashes, turned into water, and there is no going back.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull loud bang rang out from Liming City, and then it continued to spread in all directions along the thick earth, and the roars from far and near overlapped, becoming extremely dull, shaking people's blood and blood.

"Boom!"

The earthquake trembled, and the entire shattered Liming City sank sharply, and huge cracks hundreds of zhang wide extended out from the smoke and dust of Liming City, zigzags and twists spread in all directions, and spread out for dozens of miles, like a hungry beast, swallowing all the villages and mountains on the road into their mouths.

"Boom-boom-"

Streams of golden light rushed into the sky from the cracks in the earth, like unfolded screens, sweeping away all obstacles in their path.

None of these obstacles, whether it was buildings, mountains, or the monks of the Six Realms who had just thought they had triumphed, were not spared.

They were like snow suddenly exposed to the scorching sun, and they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Everyone froze in place, no one knew what was going on.

But they could feel that the barrier that had passed through Liming City and was blocking the advance of the Six Realms monks was slowly dissipating.

The central hinterland of the Ghost Country.

Zhao Chuchen, the lord of the country, sat under the big tree.

In front of him were scattered fragments of turquoise crystal, and eight pieces of jasper in a rectangle.

"Click—"

A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the jasper due east, spreading along the smooth surface of the jasper to the other end of the jasper, causing the jasper to shatter into several pieces.

Zhao Chuchen opened his eyes, looked at the jasper in front of him, raised his head and looked at the sky in the east that was being swallowed by darkness, and whispered to himself: "The jade is broken......"