The expected changes did not start here with Zhao Bancheng, nor did they start with Zhao Ruoxi.

The first person who reacted was still the most resolute, and after determining that the peace talks were fruitless and Zhao Ruoxi entered the war, Gao Qiu turned around and fled, so that Zhao Yincheng, who rushed towards him, was somewhat stunned.

There was no time to scold, the old man surnamed Sun of the family alliance was about to face the joint attack of Zhao Yincheng and Che Chi in the blink of an eye, while Zhao Ruoxi still led the two Jindan monks in Biancheng to attack the remaining Jindan monks on the other side.

When the old man surnamed Sun was hit by Zhao Yincheng, Gao Qiu had resolutely rushed towards the thunder curtain.

The constant flow of electricity was silent, looking like a spring rain in March, but anyone could sense the chill above.

The calm oil pot was stirred up by the resolute drop of Gaoqiu, and the spring rain ceased to turn into a midsummer storm.

The thunder curtain is not thick, but Gao Qiu who rushed out only had a pair of cloudy and loose eyes left, and the rest of his body was already scorched black, and the whole person was like a slender and slender black charcoal.

In the thunder curtain, the magic weapon was destroyed, and he recognized the direction and turned into a rainbow light and went away.

Zhao Yincheng withdrew his hand, glanced at the old man surnamed Sun who was falling down, and looked at the rainbow light in the distance, without the slightest expression on his pale face.

Zhao Bancheng also didn't care about the distant light, but accelerated the pace of attack.

The female cultivators of Yingyue Nunnery are no longer able to do their best.

On the flying boat, Xu Chen withdrew his gaze from afar and looked at Song Yongping opposite.

Song Yongping looked up at him, smiled noncommittally, and said, "Looking at him like this, I'm afraid that when we appeared, we would have been holding on for a long time and wouldn't be able to live." ”

Xu Chen was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Are you happy?"

"Happy?" Song Yongping was slightly stunned, and then suddenly said: "The big revenge has to be avenged?"

After pondering for a moment, Song Yongping chuckled and said, "I can't tell, there are some!"

Xu Chen asked again: "Why did he fight to go back?"

"I probably want to die on my own territory!" Song Yongping sneered slightly: "Death will die on your own territory, but it's hard to say whether it's voluntary or not." ”

Xu Chen paused slightly and asked, "Your people?"

Song Yongping laughed at himself: "It's my person in name!"

At this point, Xu Chen didn't ask again.

The battle situation became clearer and clearer, Zhao Yincheng teamed up with the seriously injured Che Chi to kill the old man surnamed Sun and then surrounded Zhao Bancheng, although the two were extremely tired, but the peripheral containment alone became the last straw that crushed the camel.

The female cultivator of Yingyue Nunnery was not careful, and after eating Zhao Bancheng's blow, she was entangled by Zhao Yincheng and the others.

And with the addition of Zhao Ruoxi, a new force, the few remaining Jindan monks were easily solved by him.

The final battle came quickly, but it was also logical.

The combat power of the old man of the Phantom Sword Palace is far beyond that of the same level, and he is carrying the sect magic sword that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years in his hand, even if his cultivation is slightly inferior to Zhao Bancheng, he will not be afraid if he changes to normal times.

It's just that today's time and place are all taken away, and it is a one-to-many result, except for a few sighs in my heart, there is no unnecessary resentment.

Zhao Bancheng waved his hand to stop the crowd who wanted to come forward to help, and looked at the opponent solemnly.

In this remnant domain, only this one person can be regarded as his opponent.

The old man of the Phantom Sword Palace didn't say much, and after nodding calmly, he calmly raised his sword.

If there is a gentle breeze, the air is instantly filled with sharpness.

In the sky, the thick clouds began to tear a hole as the sword was raised.

The clouds that had not moved for 10,000 years rolled up at this moment, the clouds cracked, and the thunder dodged, although the scope of the wave was not large, but a hundred-foot ravine appeared, but it was enough to see the power of this sword.

Zhao Bancheng raised his hand, and the lightning on the clouds converged, and it also became a three-foot long sword.

This time Zhao Ruoxi looked carefully, his eldest brother said that he was holding the thunder sword, but in fact, he still used some imperial weapon skills, and his body did not directly contact the thunder and lightning.

She knows what the monk's physique is, maybe a monk of a high realm can really be able to attract thunder into the body, and even put the heavenly thunder in the body to warm up, but it definitely can't be in the Yuan infancy, even if her eldest brother is still a thunderbolt ability.

The bottom is there, the container is not good, and the hard brace will only crack.

However, last night, Zhao Ruoxi saw clearly that Yang Ziyun was not only holding a thunder sword, but her body was surrounded by lightning, and these thunders seemed to be born from her body out of thin air, which was unpredictable.

Just when Zhao Ruoxi was thinking about it, the two warring people had already exchanged hands.

The sword of the old man of the Phantom Sword Palace was like a breeze, but Zhao Bancheng had a real wind and thunder momentum.

The breeze is gentle, without the ethereal spirit of the past, but with a determination that cannot be concealed.

The disciples of the Phantom Sword Palace have always been proud, Zhao Zhenke is young, so the pride is still on his face, and the precipitation of the years has already integrated this pride into the soul of the old man.

Even if you are bound to lose, you must fight with dignity!

The old man, who was originally tired, became more aggressive in his moves because he had a will to die, and gradually went crazy.

However, Zhao Bancheng, who had not met his opponent for a long time, was equally excited to hit the ground.

The sword and the thunder collide, the purest force, the purest sword move.

Zhao Bancheng gave up the complicated spells, just to respect this rare opponent. In the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to find people from the First World War.

Pure combat requires a lot of physical strength, whether it is age or state, the old man of the Phantom Sword Palace is much worse, and after hundreds of moves, he gradually falls behind.

It's just that the speed of both of them is very fast, unusually fast!

Except for people whose cultivation is not much different, in the eyes of people like Xu Chen, it will soon be two clusters of light colliding at high speed.

……

The chaotic figures in Xu Chen's eyes finally separated, and the old man of the Phantom Sword Palace trembled in the air, grabbed the magic sword and fell down.

Zhao Bancheng didn't look bad, but his chest was stained with blood.

"Big brother, are you okay?" Zhao Ruoxi hurriedly flew over and asked anxiously.

Zhao Bancheng smiled and waved his hand, and said, "It's just an opening, it's not a big deal!"

After speaking, he looked up at the flying boat on the edge of the thunder curtain, and said with a smile: "It's here, I don't know what Brother Xu's arrangements are?"

Xu Chen walked out of the cabin, looked at Zhao Bancheng from afar, and said: "Our cooperation, what should I do, I have already done it, and the rest must have been arranged by the city lord." ”

Seeing that Xu Chen still refused to approach, and the teenagers in the cabin were even more vigilant, Zhao Bancheng smiled, flipped his hands and flew away, playing a series of legal decisions.

There are several treasures flying around, with different styles and colors.

The surrounding thunder curtain suddenly disappeared, and the electric glow in the thick clouds gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Xu Chen asked Song Yongping to sail the flying boat over.

Zhao Bancheng said to Xu Chen: "The city guards in various places have been mobilized in the past few days, and there is still a long time before receiving the results of the battle!

Xu Chen paused, smiled and nodded: "It's okay! Biancheng is a lively place, comfortable to stay, last time in a hurry, this time you must have a good time." ”

"Haha!" Zhao Bancheng laughed and said, "Okay! I'll let Ruoxi accompany you, eat, drink and play together!"

The corners of Xu Chen's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhao Ruoxi, who had already become a "three-accompaniment", casually...... Grandmother!

Under Yang Ziyun's extremely hostile gaze, Zhao Ruoxi discussed with Xu Chen with a calm demeanor, which was nothing more than some delicious and fun places.

The ultra-long-distance teleportation array consumes a lot of money, and the return journey uses a flying magic weapon.

The two brothers, Zhao Bancheng and Zhao Yincheng, rushed to two important positions one by one, and now all the Yuan Infant Stage monks in this remnant area have been killed by Biancheng, but there are still a lot of foundations in the hands of the major forces.

In the past 10,000 years, there has not been a single emerging force, and all the remaining forces are all forces that have been passed down for countless years 10,000 years ago.

If it weren't for Xu Chen's guarantee that he would be able to gain control of the lost space, even if Zhao Yincheng desperately wanted to implement a merger strategy, it would be impossible for the major forces to contend with their unknown heritage when they were fully manned.

There are many kinds of things, but after all, they are nothing more than people and things.

And no matter how good things are, they can't be controlled by people, the magic weapon of the old times has the ability to destroy the world, and the old formations are unpredictable, and even cut off the entire space.

It's just that in this year, people's cultivation can't go up, and no matter how good things are, they can't exert their power.

Of course, it is impossible to exert the original power in this environment where the aura is thin, let alone the huge aura to be consumed.

However, although people's cultivation is not good, it is not possible to completely lose people, not to mention others, just the guardian array of the major forces will have to be operated by a huge number of people, without these people, the power of the large array will be weakened by at least half, and the function of counterattack will be abolished by most of it, which is obvious for the attacker.

So when Xu Chen said that he could gain control of the lost space, Zhao Bancheng agreed to his plan.

In order to lure them into the lost space, a large number of foundation building period monks in the backbone of various forces are lured into the lost space, and then use some magic weapons that old monsters can't use but can make low-level monks crazy to stimulate the desire of this group of people to compete.

In order to avoid the situation that the monks in the foundation building period were reluctant to fight for life and death, Xu Chen brought in the lowest level of the qi refining period.

The Qi refining period cultivators of this era are actually similar to the Jianghu people in the outside world, and due to the harsh environment and the shortage of resources, they are not even as happy as the Jianghu people.

They are struggling on the edge of survival every day, and they are extremely combative, and let these vicious dogs enter Baoshan, and they don't have to think about it to know what will happen.

Of course, in order to give these vicious dogs the courage to attack the tiger wolf, Xu Chen hid in the dark and added to the fire.

When the killing broke out completely, these Tsukiji monks, who were not too old and had not had time to experience the hardships of survival, and had a lot of strength but were suppressed all day long, finally released the mania in their hearts......

After this battle, almost only thirty percent of the foundation building period in this remnant area remained, and most of them were people from the Biancheng City Guards.

As for the strength of the Jindan period monks, most of them are still preserved, but under the two brothers Zhao Bancheng and Zhao Yincheng, even if these Jindan periods hold a deep foundation, they are just little ghosts who dance knives in front of strong men.

And Xu Chen believes that the two brothers of the Zhao family are not the kind of people who are careless in Jingzhou.