Murong Feng continued to move forward, dressed in white, not stirring up dust, and walked towards the city.

Behind him, a palm-shaped hundred-zhang pit suddenly came into view, at the bottom of the pit, Liu Qing, Yu Qing and Zhao Xingtu were smashed into the ground, Yu Qing's foot was still resting on Liu Qing's face, Zhao Xingtu's more than a dozen swords were scattered everywhere, more than half of them were broken, only the naughty short sword still jumped twice from time to time.

The three of them joined forces and made three moves in each other's hands, barely blocking the poisonous sword immortal for a moment, and finally the palm that fell from the sky was obviously a little annoying, but it still made no sense to smash the three of them to the bottom of the pit, unable to move at all.

After a while, Liu Qing, whose face was covered with blood at the bottom of the pit, coughed twice: "Father-in-law Yu, please take your foot away and put it on my face!"

Yu Qing was not much better, he didn't know how many bones were broken, and the nine flying knives connected to the flesh and bones were all torn out, which was tantamount to breaking his arm again, and after working hard for a long time, he said, "Take it away." ”

Liu Qing was angry: "You tease me, let you take your feet away from your face, not let you put your mouth on my mouth!"

Yu Qing's anger also came up: "Lao Tzu can't move, take your stinky face away from Lao Tzu's feet!"

Liu Qing used all his strength, pinched a stone with two fingers and smashed it on Yu Qing's head: "Master punished you!" Turning his head with difficulty and looking at Zhao Xingtu on the side: "Brother Tai, are you still alive?" ”

Zhao Xingtu opened his eyes, blood flowed into his eyes, and the whole world turned into a hazy blood: "Don't speak, let me be alone for a while." ”

Twice went down the mountain, the first time he asked the sword Huang Chunfeng, he was defeated, the second time he went down the mountain, he fought against the poisonous sword fairy in the realm of God, and he was still defeated.

"Your Majesty!" The little eunuch suddenly cried, Murong Feng's domineering was obvious, the name of the Lord of the Western Regions was the Poison Sword Immortal, Murong Feng was against the three of them alone, and he had not yet used the poison and sword, and he had been able to fully suppress the three of them.

Liu Qing was disturbed by the little eunuch and was upset: "Crying, what's the use of crying, hurry up and find a way to stop Murong Feng again!

Yu Qing is still the little eunuch who loved to cry before, this has never changed, hearing Liu Qing's words, the little eunuch stopped crying, listened carefully, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his voice trembled: "Yes, yes, it's a heavenly burial!"

Murong Feng stopped his marching pace, looked up at the sky, and in the sky between him and Junma Town, a huge gap opened, and infinite light shot out from it, like an open eye, and with that gap, there was a rolling muffled thunder, those lights were too dazzling, more pure and holy than the sun in the sky.

Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared, silent, and a pillar of snow-white light like flowing water smashed down, and the aura of Murong Feng, Hong Xiguan and Zhao Xuanji was already thick enough, but this pillar of light was still much lacking compared to it. The endless light shone down from it, condensed in the middle above thousands of miles in the sky, and turned into a pillar of light three zhang wide, like a flower bone blooming between heaven and earth, smashing towards the poisonous sword immortal standing on the vast earth.

Murong Feng sneered: "Sure enough, he is the chosen son, his life is threatened, and he can't even sit still in the sky?"

In Luoyang City, Su Mingchuan stood in the purple bamboo array with a sword, the wind around him was curling, and ten thousand purple bamboos were swaying with the wind, just like a bamboo sea. Luoyang City is surrounded by mountains on both sides, one side is backed by a cliff, there is only a city gate facing the east, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is not only a treasure land, but also a blessed land. The foundation of Luoyang City's luck is in this bamboo sea called the Purple Bamboo Forest, there are 10,000 purple bamboos in the Purple Bamboo Forest, one is not much, one is not many, and it is planted according to the five elements of the eight trigrams, full of spirituality.

There is a pair of Yellow River in Xichu, the dragon vein of the Western Regions with its head high, the dragon's eye that paints the finishing touch is the main peak of the Tianshan Mountains, and the dragon's foot facing the Central Plains is this purple bamboo forest, the rhizome of the purple bamboo in the bamboo forest reaches dozens of zhang underground, the roots are developed, even if the purple bamboo is cut, relying on the developed roots, it only takes one year, the purple bamboo can grow to the original height, which is extremely magical. The residence of the Nine Swords of Xichu is in this purple bamboo forest, all of which are built with purple bamboo, which has the effect of absorbing the essence of day and night, heaven and earth, and it is warm in winter and cool in summer, Kou Zhongyuan often brings all kinds of women to the purple bamboo forest, bragging, swearing, and telling some lies that men love to tell.

Looking at the pillar of light that reached the sky, Su Mingchuan moved to the center of the bamboo sea, and whispered, ten thousand purple bamboos were attached together, bowing their heads in the direction where Su Mingchuan was standing, like a soldier bowing his head to courtesy, the pillar of light in the sky had fallen to a height of 100 zhang.

Su Mingchuan stretched out a hand and pointed at the pillar of light: "Get up!"

A thousand purple bamboos flew up in the air, passing over the two armies that were facing each other, shooting at the pillar of light in unison like flying locusts, the two met in the air, silently, a thousand purple bamboos shot towards the pillar of light, the seemingly formless and substantial pillar of light trembled slightly, it seemed that the purple bamboo naturally restrained this pillar of light, paused for a moment, the pillar of light drowned a thousand bamboos, and it itself was even more dazzling.

Su Mingchuan waved his hand continuously, and the nine thousand bamboos behind him all pierced into the pillar of light, but only one of the array-eyed purple bamboos remained alone in the formation, far away from Su Mingchuan.

With a bang, there was a sudden sound of shattering in the sky, and the entire pillar of light shattered in the blink of an eye, turning into countless points of light and disappearing into the air, but at the same time, there was still a steady stream of light shooting out from that flower bone, and it continued to condense and smash towards the top of the poisonous sword fairy's head.

Su Mingchuan shook his head, walked to the Array Eye Zizhu, the dagger slipped into his hand, moved slightly, a cut was made in his palm, and blood flowed out of his palm.

The deputy pavilion master of the Xichu Sword Pavilion didn't care about the pain at all, he held the purple bamboo in one hand, and the blood flowed down the bamboo, penetrating into the roots, and in an instant, the purple bamboo forest that had been flattened sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand purple bamboos rose from the ground and recovered as before.

Closing his eyes slightly, Su Mingchuan opened his hands widely: "Get up!"

Ten thousand purple bamboos broke from it, suspended in the air, and the purple bamboos that had been broken were regenerated, and then with a sound, ten thousand purple bamboos broke off and rose into the air, two full waves of purple bamboos, and a full twenty thousand flying swords, stabbed at the flower bone that was hovering in the air under the traction of Su Mingchuan.