It's not a way to go on like this at all, not to mention that Dugu Sheng and Zhang Zhongling are desperately trying their best to make flying swords chase An Ji and consume a lot of mana in their bodies, even if so, they can't catch up with An Ji!

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Dugu Sheng's rusty sword is full of extraordinary, but it can't catch up with the speed of the demon sword against the sky and An Ji's eagerness, but the speed is much faster than Zhang Zhongling.

"You guys are dying slowly!", An Ji suddenly returned and appeared in front of the tired Dugu Sheng, "Come with me!", An Ji threw out a rope and tied the two of them without waiting for the two to react.

The demon sword sword light soared into the sky, its power was incomparable, and it kept cutting through the wind and clouds, moving forward at great speed. Zhang Zhongling and the others were hung by a rope far behind them, like hanging strings, swaying powerlessly in the wind.

An Ji wrapped the rope tied to Dugusheng and Zhang Zhongling like a meat skewer with one hand in his empty hand, he held a sword in his left hand, his eyes were firm and eager, and at this speed, he could reach the Yin Yang Garden in less than a ****.

"Who dares to cross my Great Zhou Wangdu!", An Ji suddenly heard a voice that suddenly shook in the sky, and then a huge pressure fell directly on him, pressing him and almost falling.

A clear blue curtain of light blocked the road ahead of An Ji, and it seemed that An Ji had touched others during the flight, and now he was stopped by the magic circle.

"Open it for me!", An Ji swung his sword and slashed at the blue light curtain in front of him, the sky and the earth shook, but the light curtain recovered in the blink of an eye.

"Give up, although you have such a treasure, your own strength is too weak!", a middle-aged man wearing flying tiger armor appeared behind An Ji, his eyes swept over the sword in An Ji's hand intentionally or unintentionally, and his greed was a little irrepressible and wanted to reveal it.

"Who are you!", An Ji suddenly turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man in armor who appeared behind him.

"I am Huang Feihu, the commander of the Praetorian Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty, you crossed the sky above my Great Zhou Dynasty and violated the Tianwei of my Great Zhou Dynasty, and now I want to arrest you!", Huang Feihu was shocked after speaking, and the momentum of the three-flower gathering realm was revealed, he looked at An Ji and shouted loudly, which made people feel cowardly and restrained.

"You did it on purpose!", An Ji squinted at the demon sword formed by the twisted three-colored light, and then he stared at Huang Feihu's eyes and said,

"What's the matter, a little kid with such a treasure dares to swagger through the market like this, blame you for being too young!", Huang Feihu stepped on the flying dragon under his feet after speaking.

A huge fireball was spit out by the flying dragon at Huang Feihu's feet, and smashed directly towards An Ji.

The scorching air was blowing in his face at this time, and An Ji's eyes looked indifferently at the fireball that was getting closer and closer, stabbing it, and several lightning bolts suddenly burst out from An Ji's body, and the fireball was directly defeated.

Huang Feihu saw that the big fireball spit out by his flying dragon, which was also in the realm of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak, did not hurt An Ji in the slightest, and his face couldn't help but sink.

"Let me go, I'm from the Yin Yang Garden!", An Ji looked at the commander of the Praetorian Guard with a not very good face and said calmly.

"Yin Yang Garden!", Huang Feihu was suddenly startled in his heart, and then a cruel smile appeared on his cheeks. "If that's the case, then you can't go!"

An Ji was also shocked when he heard the words of the commander of the Praetorian Guard on the other side, "I remember, you are a person from the Great Zhou, you have also been to the Renman Plain before, you are the most vigorous in catching the big fire bull, you are the most insidious and hateful!", An Ji said as he approached the commander of the Praetorian Guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty step by step, stamping in the air, giving people an unstoppable feeling.

"Hmph!", Huang Feihu suddenly snorted coldly, and all kinds of depressed feelings dissipated instantly, "You are destined to stay here today, the Yin Yang Garden has gone against the sky, there must be no more talents like you and this baby!"

The flying dragon under Huang Feihu's feet suddenly carried him to An Ji, and when the flying dragon roared, Huang Feihu picked up two bronze iron hammers and smashed them at An Ji.

"Do you think you're going to eat me?", An Ji tilted his head and said expressionlessly.

Poof! An Ji casually waved the demon sword in his hand, and the blade drank blood in an instant!

The flying dragon did not have the slightest resistance under the power of the demon sword, and instantly spilled blood, and the flesh and blood dried up.

Huang Feihu was shocked at the moment when the demon sword swung down, and jumped away from the flying dragon in time, although his life was saved, but he saw that the mount that had followed him for many years was cut to the ground by the sword in An Ji's hand, leaving only a pile of dry bones.

Bang! Huang Feihu slammed to the ground, and the dry bones of the wyvern began to fall from the sky in pieces, scattering all over his body.

"Ahh

"Can I go now?", An Ji suddenly looked at Huang Feihu who was screaming in grief, and he said calmly, as if killing a flying dragon was nothing to him.

"Let's go, you still want to leave after killing the mount of the commander of my Great Zhou Praetorian Guard?", a majestic voice came from afar from the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and An Ji's breath suddenly became chaotic.

Dugu Sheng and Zhang Zhongling were hung on the rope, and they couldn't help but be suppressed by this voice, Dugu Sheng nervously held the rusty sword, although it was cold, but it gave him an indescribable sense of security.

"Land Immortal Realm?" An Ji raised his head and looked at the Great Zhou Wangdu in the distance, and said in a low tone.

"My king!", Huang Feihu knelt down in the direction of the Great Zhou royal capital.

"An Ji, I know you, but what makes me curious is that where have you been in the past nine years, there has been no news at all, and there are two burdens when you appear again!", King Zhou didn't seem to be in a hurry, he said with some curiosity, the voice rolled from the King of Zhou, and An Ji actually gave birth to a feeling of confiding all his heart.

"Demon!", An Ji scolded in a disdainful whisper.

Huang Feihu heard it clearly below, and his eyes instantly widened, "Bold!"

"It's okay, let me have a good chat with An Ji Xiaoyou, where did he go during this time!", King Zhou's mind seemed to be very broad, and he didn't mind.

has been covering from the sky with a big hand, it seems that this is the means and way that King Zhou wants to "invite" An Ji, and he wants to catch An Ji back.

An Ji swung his sword and slashed straight at the palm above his head, and a shocking huge scar appeared on the palm.

Well?

King Zhou was slightly surprised, he didn't expect the treasure in An Ji's hand to be so sharp. This strengthened the determination to keep him.

This kind of treasure must not be obtained by the Yin Yang Garden, and for Da Zhou, this can definitely be regarded as a magic weapon for suppression.

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