Chapter Seventy-Eight

"Chen Gongzi, my general's invitation to you to drink tea is a blessing for three lives, if you insist on acting recklessly, I will not be able to offend Chen Gongzi. ”

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, his body was full of blood like waves, and a bloodthirsty meaning appeared on his rough face, this is a veteran who has experienced countless life and death killings, and life and death have long been forgotten as a terrible person.

"Oh, yes, this king wants to see if the personal soldiers of the Blood Tiger Legion are all the same as before, and even this king's interest can't arouse a single star. Chen Sheng looked at the ground defiantly, and smiled lightly at the corpse that he had slaughtered like a mountain.

"You, looking for death!" The big man glanced at the corpses, all of them were sealed by a sword, the blood was still spurting out, the anger in his heart erupted, and the blood mist rushed all over his body, shrouded in the body of the big knife, like a layer of blood-red lightning.

He shook one leg, the bluestone on the ground cracked, and the big knife weighing more than 100 catties slashed down violently, and the blood-red blade, like the death scythe from hell, was fierce and incomparable, and slashed straight towards Chensheng.

Chen Sheng smiled coldly, without the slightest concession, he clenched the black sword with one hand, and the power of killing gods was withdrawn from the limbs and hundreds of remains, condensing a terrifying sword qi.

His body jumped, like a tiger and wolf, and his seemingly slender and thin body was stirred in the void by a terrifying storm of sword qi, slashing out.

Two tigers compete, the brave will win!

The more terrible things are, the more they are like maggots on tarsal bones, tightly wrapped around you, and if you persistently break them, they will break themselves.

Those who are fearless are all in heaven and earth!

The fierce sword of the strong man in the Yellow Soul Realm, Chen Sheng has no regrets from a sword.

Rumble......

The air wave in the void exploded, and the surging terrifying qi erupted violently from the sword contact, and the surrounding people were all shocked by the air wave.

"Pedal ......"

The two of them took two steps back at the same time, and under the soles of their feet, the bluestone floors were cracked, which was shocking.

"Good...... What a terrible power!"

Feeling the faint pain from the tiger's mouth, the whole arm trembled slightly, like a stream of electricity rushing back and forth between the bones, as if it had been separated from the body, not his own arm.

"This ...... Is this really the Ninefold Heavenly Spirit?"

The big man was still echoing in his mind, and his head was cut off by a sword in front of him.

One sword wastes the arm, and another sword takes its head, and the difference between the two is a whole big realm.

Too...... It's horrible!

This...... Is this the virtuous king who has returned now?

Secretly countless eyes, looking at everything, Chen Sheng slashed a Yellow Soul Realm Martial King with two swords, causing countless masters to be secretly frightened.

The sky was still as clear as a wash, and the streets were full of corpses, mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, and blood was splattered all over the street, and several of them were passed through the skulls by dragon spears and died on the floor.

The Blood Tiger Legion only has a few powerhouses above the Yellow Spirit Realm who are dying.

Looking at the corpses in a place, blood blended, red all over, there were people brought by Ganmo, there were unparalleled dragoons, and more soldiers of the Blood Tiger Legion, they were tragic and tragic, Chen Sheng was not happy, the murderer was not his wish, but he had to kill.

On the other side, the middle-aged Wuji, who had already beaten the invincible Wuji, was paralyzed to the ground, and the two were not at the same level at all.

The top powerhouse of the Martial Sect Realm has no room to fight back, what kind of person is this.

The aura of slaughter in the sky, the collision of swords, and the sound of shouting gradually faded, and only a few Xuanqi powerhouses were fighting, and it was still difficult to distinguish.

The time for a cup of tea passed, and there was no more fighting in the streets.

Gao Lu came to Chensheng a little embarrassed, the purple gold armor on his chest was half broken, and even the helmet was gone, revealing a rather ordinary indifferent face below.

"Lord Yu, the last general has already killed the thief, and captured one strong man of Wuzong, two strong people of Xuanluo, and seven strong people of Huang Luo. ”

Chen Sheng stood upright in the center of the street, staring blankly at the military god battle flag fluttering in the wind in the blood light, the golden dragon, but this moment was so dazzling.

"Bring back the Ares of War!"

"Cousin, let's go!"

Looking at Liu Zihe, who was a little embarrassed, his luxurious clothes had been torn in several places at this moment.

Chen Sheng smiled slightly, looked at the drops of blood on his face that were gradually drying up, and said softly.

Liu Zihe nodded lightly, silent, and the two entered the "leopard eaves." ”

At this time, in the void, warships of different sizes gathered from all directions, black and pressing, like black clouds, coming and hurrying, and in a moment they were crowded over the streets.

In the center, a large brown ancient warship was stopped, and several arrow towers were erected on it, and one by one huge black arrows were aimed at the street.

The barbarian dragon crossbow, it is rumored that a hundred crossbows can be released together, which can kill the mystery.

In the ancient warship, a middle-aged man in silver-white armor flew out of it, and the rear cloak hunted, and the military rank was not lower than two grades.

"General Gao, what's going on here!"

The middle-aged general descended from the sky, quickly and decisively, raised his eyes to look at the blood-red streets, the corpses all over the ground, the strong smell of blood in his nose, and frowned.

Landed, glanced at the "leopard eaves", saw the war flag of the military god standing in the wind, shrank his eyes, and was stunned for a moment and then looked at the high road.

Gao Lu was expressionless, bowed and said, "General, there are assassins here who assassinated Lord Xianwang, and it has been solved by the last general. ”

The general of the Imperial Forest Army, with the rank of general of the second rank of the protector of the capital, is directly under the jurisdiction of the emperor.

"Assassin?" The middle-aged general's eyes froze, the imperial capital was assassinated, who had such courage.

Looking carefully at the tragic corpses all over the ground, his eyes fell in vain on the ground and Wuji, who was erected by the dragon spear, his heart was shocked, General Huaihua, Wuji, the middle-aged general did not shout.

The Wuji of the Blood Tiger Legion, that is a general of the same grade as him, with a huge force behind him, and a fierce general who has come out of life and death countless times, is actually planted here, this virtuous king has really changed and become powerful.

"Come on, ...... These assassins were pressed down and sent to the prison. With a faint sigh in his heart, the middle-aged general shouted at the Imperial Forest Army who were waiting in the void.

Suddenly, a quiet voice came from the luxurious "leopard eaves".

"General Shu, these Assassins will be interrogated by this king himself. Let's go on the high road!"

"Yes ......" Gao Lu, and the middle-aged general saluted at the same time.

Hearing Chen Sheng's words, Ming Cheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if the general of the Blood Tiger Legion entered the Heavenly Prison, he might make some trouble.

Ay...... King Xian, King Xian, now that His Majesty has not come out of retreat, I hope you don't overdo it.

Watching the carriage slowly disappear into the deep alley, Mingcheng sighed, and shouted helplessly: "Clean the streets!"

In the sky, figures flew down......

Inside the "leopard eaves", Liu Zihe looked at Chen Sheng and said: "Brother, this great general, what are you going to do, let it go?" I heard that the commander of the Blood Tiger Legion is his own brother, and he has the support of the prince behind him. The power is not comparable to that of Donglai Palace. ”

Chen Sheng smiled without saying a word, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

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