Liu Qing was pressed to his knees, struggling several times but unable to break free.

Every time Li Yuanhao took a step forward, the coercion on Liu Qing's body weighed one point, until the five bodies fell to the ground, and he could only rely on the afterglow of his eyes to feel the front swing of Li Yuanhao's clothes, moving with the wind.

Li Yuanhao beckoned lightly, and the broken sword flew into his hand: "I ask you, what is the magic of this broken sword?"

Liu Qing gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his face were exposed, he was sweating profusely, his breathing became very difficult, and a feeling of suffocation made him have a hallucination in front of him: "You take a step back first, and I'll tell you." ”

"Good. Li Yuanhao took a step back slightly, and Liu Qing suddenly felt that the pressure on his body had dropped sharply, and his breathing was not so difficult: "Say, what is the magic of this broken sword?"

Liu Qing turned over, took a big breath, and saw Li Yuanhao's handsome face: "I said it, you can kill, you can't be humiliated!"

Before the words fell, Li Yuanhao kicked Liu Qing, a young talent who was famous in the grassland, and his body was like a shrimp, sliding out along the bluestone road, smashing into the stone pillar, embedded in it, and his life and death were unknown.

Suddenly, a black aura fell from the sky, and before Li Yuanhao could react, the black aura had already rolled up the broken sword and threw it out, and Hao Lian Liushui in the sky was always observing the situation on the ground, and at the right time, he used the black aura of Shengjing City to take away the broken sword.

At this moment, Li Yuanhao is also wearing luck, and it is not a simple matter to take away the broken sword in her hands, only Hao Lian Liushui, who is also wearing luck, can take away the broken sword unexpectedly.

The broken sword flew in the air, and Lin Yunfeng and Yu Qing flew towards the broken sword at the same time. Hao Lianbo roared, clenched his hands into fists, and slammed them on the ground, and with a bang, the earth rolled up two waves, blocking Lin Yunfeng and Yu Qing. And he swept his body, grabbed the broken sword with one hand, and fled towards the outside of the palace.

Li Yuanhao mobilized his breath, like a whale drawing water, and his luck was condensed in his palm, and with a palm, a huge palm with a width of 100 zhang fell on Hao Lianbo's back.

The steppe tiger spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew forward, held a broken sword, and left the palace in the blink of an eye.

Li Yuanhao's sleeves fluttered, and he swept forward and chased away.

Out of the palace, Li Yuanhao clearly felt that the breath in his body began to decline continuously, flowing back into the Shuanglong Great Array, and the invincible realm continued to fall.

Wei Mocheng is two old people, sitting in the Shuanglong Great Array of Tai'an City, and has the title of invincible Tai'an City, which is the relationship between him and Tai'an City's breastfeeding and anti-lactation. Wei Mocheng relied on the Double Dragon Great Array to absorb breath, and the Double Dragon Great Array also relied on Wei Mocheng as a link to gather luck. There are twenty-four dragon veins in the world, and there are four large arrays, but Tai'an City has two dragon veins, which complement each other and become the most prosperous place in the world. The terrifying thing about a Wei Mo City is that even if the grassland army can conquer the Great Wall and swallow the Central Plains, as long as the old man with a high collar of Liangjiazi stands in Tai'an City, at least 50,000 grassland Ying'er lives can completely take the first male city in the world.

Walking in the streets of Tai'an City, Li Yuanhao quietly felt Hao Lian's vigorous breath, this grassland tiger who had been seriously injured, while dodging, was also waiting for the breath in Li Yuanhao's body to be lost, and then the tiger's mouth pulled out his teeth, seeking a glimmer of life in the dead, if he could take the life of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, then even if his life remained in the Central Plains, it would be in vain.

Killing, and counter-killing, are often only between the first line, and Hao Lian is confident that he can seize that fleeting opportunity.

The Imperial City Division had already cleaned up Tai'an City, Li Yuanhao stepped on the ground, the wind of early spring in the Central Plains blew through the eaves, and also blew her hair, and when she walked to the end of the street, Li Yuanhao turned around gently.

Hao Lianbo was already standing at the other end of the street: "You shouldn't go out of the palace, in it you can rely on the Double Dragon Great Array to do whatever you want, but you are not Wei Mocheng after all, out of the palace, your breath plummets, the realm falls, in the imperial city, I am afraid of you, but out of the palace, you will definitely die." At the end of the day, it's you who choose a dead end. ”

"Leave Old Man Huang's broken sword behind, and I will spare you from death. Li Yuanhao said.

Hao Lianbo couldn't help laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and took advantage of this gap to make Li Yuanhao's cuffs flash, and the turquoise sword flew out. Hao Lianbo stomped his foot lightly, and the flying sword fell to the ground as if it had been hit hard: "The carving insect skill of the last way, after all, is not Huang Chunfeng's thousand-mile flying sword, and it can't be climbed to the hall of elegance." ”

With his fists clenched violently, Hao Lian's vigorous momentum soared, rolling bigger and bigger like a snowball, and then like an avalanche, rolling and smashing. Li Yuanhao put his hands together, raised them above his head, and slashed down like a giant splitting an axe, and the breath snowball split into two and rolled over both sides of Li Yuanhao's body, and Li Yuanhao was like a stubborn stone in the turbulent water, standing still.

Hao Lianbo's face showed approval, but he would not delay the fighter, rushed towards Li Yuanhao, smashed out with both fists, punch after punch, fist gang continued to smash at Li Yuanhao. The Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty resisted with all his might, but the opponent's fist was too sharp, even if the fist gang was not close and stirred up three feet around his body, Li Yuanhao still felt suffocated, and the limelight was like a knife. And Li Yuanhao's flying sword and two silver lines in his sleeve kept sneaking up, and they were a few inches away, and they bounced away in front of Hao Lianbo.

was already seriously injured, Hao Lianbo still did not slow and rush forward, so that the continuous fist gang suppressed Li Yuanhao and did not give the Northern Wei Emperor a chance to escape. In the end, Hao Lianbo came to six feet in front of Li Yuanhao, and one arm exploded due to the perverse swing of the full force, and blood flew out.

"The dust has settled!" Hao Lianbo stood in front of Li Yuanhao, he was already completely under control, even if the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty wanted to escape, he was confident that he would blow up Li Yuanhao's Eight Veins of the Strange Scriptures and make the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty a wasted person.

Li Yuanhao continued to struggle, looking for a glimmer of life, Hao Lianbo in order to expand the chances of victory, walked forward three feet further, closer to Li Yuanhao, and punched out, although he knew that Li Yuanhao's turquoise flying sword had been hovering in front of her for a long time, Hao Lianbo still chose to smash it out with a punch, directly let the flying sword penetrate his arm, and also took the life of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

That fist embodies Hao Lianbo's lifelong cultivation, mellow and free, the fist is getting bigger and bigger in Li Yuanhao's eyes, carrying the power of the fist, as if a dead word has been written.