The surging and majestic sword intent crushed over like a tide, and Ming Chengzhi actually gave birth to a feeling of suffocation, although he was old, he was a human emperor realm powerhouse after all, and after a short period of stunned, he quickly expanded the martial arts realm.

Countless small swords condensed from true qi appeared in front of him, densely arranged, with the tip of the sword facing outward and the hilt facing inward, forming a circular sword shield.

The flying sword like a white rainbow slammed into it like a meteorite.

Hit the round sword and shield directly.

Ming Chengzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, I heard a cracking sound that made my teeth ache, and those flying swords condensed by true qi suddenly shattered and exploded, turning into the aura between heaven and earth.

"How is that possible!" the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Sect Master's eyes widened, but the next moment, the sword that had broken through his Martial Flower Realm poured into his chest, hitting him upside down and flying out, nailing him to the wall of the hall, and behind him was the symbol of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect composed of countless other swords.

It was only then that an exclamation rang out in the lobby.

Guests from all walks of life, some fled in all directions, some pulled out their weapons and offered magic weapons, but they did not find the enemy.

It didn't take long to see another Changhong flying and falling straight in front of the mountain gate, and the huge mountain gate exploded open, splashing smoke and dust.

Out of the smoke and dust came a young man.

"Bold, dare to trespass on my Ten Thousand Swords Sect!" a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect snorted and drew his sword and stabbed it.

Ao Feng Guyi stretched out his hand, directly snatched the disciple's sword, and said contemptuously, "Even people like you are worthy of using a sword?"

With a wave of his hand, the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciple fell, and blood spurted from his neck.

Ao Fenggu walked up the mountain.

The disciples and elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect rushed to stop him, but there was no enemy of him at all.

Where Ao Fenggu passed, he left behind corpses.

He came halfway up the mountain, and the ordinary iron sword in his hand had already reaped the lives of hundreds of people.

The elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who stood in front of him was frightened, dropped the iron sword in his hand, and fled frantically with his head in his hands, and the remaining disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, where did they dare to stop them, and they all threw down their swords and fled.

Ao Fenggu stepped forward step by step and came to the welcome hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Glancing at the mountain of congratulatory gifts, the chill in his eyes was even greater.

It was only at this time that many guests saw his face clearly, thinking of the tragedy that happened in the Seven Killing Palace a few days ago, and immediately guessed his identity, so they were even more frightened.

No one dared to stop him.

"I, I'm just passing by, and I have nothing to do with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!" the rugged man said in a trembling voice as he ran out.

Ao Fenggu let go of his hand, and the iron sword seized from the hands of the disciples of the Mountain Sect flew straight out, burrowed into the back of the rough man's heart, and pierced through his chest.

"Please spare me!" someone begged for mercy.

"Don't be afraid, let's go together!" said a man, suddenly stabbing him.

Ao Fenggu stretched out his hand, and the sword flew back into his hand, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, all the guests present froze in place, and a thin blood mark appeared on everyone's neck.

Ao Fenggu slowly retracted his sword and returned it to its sheath.

The heads of the guests rolled to the ground.

It was only at this time that Ming Chengzhi's body slid down against the wall, and he reached out tremblingly and pointed at Ao Fenggu, "You, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his head tilted, and he lost his life.

Ao Fenggu turned around.

A palm-sized phantom flew out of the skull of Ming Chengzhi's corpse, flying backwards, Ao Fenggu waved his hand casually, and the fire of the Vermilion Bird instantly gushed out from the palm of his hand, enveloping the divine soul.

The fire of the Vermilion Bird is the fire of the sunshine in the world, and it is inherently restrained from evil things such as ghosts and ghosts.

Ming Chengzhi's soul writhed and struggled wildly, but to no avail, and it disappeared after a while.

Ao Fenggu walked out of the hall and muttered to himself, "The next place should be the Wasteland King's Tent." ”

No one responded to his words.

"You don't have to hide your whereabouts. He threw the god-killing sword in his hand, and the god-killing sword hovered in front of him, and he stepped on the blade of the sword, and the sword was gone.

At the same time, thousands of miles away on the sacred tree of Kunlun Mountain, a woman in red jumped off the sacred tree, and on the way down, a pair of red wings like flames spread, turned into a red line, and flew south.

Three days later, those red wings appeared on Emperor Wu Mountain and landed in front of the gate of the Martial Academy.

The janitor, who was napping, opened his eyes, glanced at the beautiful woman dressed in red, and frowned slightly.

The students of the martial arts academy who came and went all looked over, the reality was surprised, and then they were angry, some people ran back to the martial arts academy to report, but more students sacrificed magic weapons and picked up swords.

Ye Xiuhong is the first judge and the best fighter in the Phoenix Clan, and her reputation and identity make these students angry with hatred and anger, and also make them stop their impulses.

The dozens of martial arts academy students in front of this gate combined could not hurt Ye Xiuhong in the slightest.

Ye Xiuhong didn't look at these angry martial arts students, her gaze directly crossed the martial arts academy and looked in the direction of the back mountain.

The reason why the martial academy became a martial academy is because of those few people in the back mountain.

A tiger-headed little boy squeezed through the crowd, came to the gate, raised his head, looked at Ye Xiuhong, and said after a while: "Master Niang let you pass." ”

Everyone was stunned, and many martial arts students looked at Ah Man angrily.

"This is the Martial Academy, how can you let her in!"

"Yes, you can't let her in, kill her!"

The students shouted indignantly.

Ah Man inserted his waist and said: "It was ordered by the master mother, if you want to roar, you will yell at the master mother, if you want to fight, Ah Man will accompany you at any time!"

As he spoke, the little boy rolled up his sleeves, crossed his hands on his hips, and pointed his nostrils at the crowd.

The students fell silent, and though a hundred were unwilling, they moved the door out of the way.

Ah Man snorted and said to Ye Xiuhong, "Follow me." ”

Back Mountain.

Ye Xiuhong came to the hut by the pond.

Ling Bo Ying put down the embroidery in her hand, picked up a bamboo basket next to her, and walked out of the hut, Ye Xiuhong thought about it and followed.

The time has already entered, and on the trees around the mountain road, the sound of trembling is endless, Ling Bo Ying walked in front with a basket, and Ye Xiuhong followed behind.

Neither spoke.

Ling Bo Ying took out a firewood knife from the bamboo basket, handed the bamboo basket to Ye Xiuhong's hand, and walked forward while waving the firewood knife to cut the branches and vines blocking the road.

"After the teacher left, there was no one to walk on this road," Ling Bo Sakura said suddenly, "so there were a lot of vines and branches growing on the road, and it was difficult to walk." ”

Ye Xiuhong didn't expect her to say this, and she didn't know how to respond for a while.

"I didn't expect you to come. Ling Bo Ying paused, and then said, "I thought you were going to intercept and kill the junior brother." ”

Ye Xiuhong said: "The ruling palace master sent me to intercept and kill Ao Fenggu. ”

"But you're here at Emperor Wu Mountain. Lingbo Sakura said.

"Compared to killing Ao Fenggu, I have more important things. Ye Xiuhong's expression was solemn.

Ling Bo Sakura said, "Is it to kill me?"

"If I had this strength, I would have killed you. Ye Xiuhong said, not hiding his thoughts at all.

This is Emperor Wu Mountain, even if Ye Xiuhong is the best at fighting in the Phoenix Clan, as long as Ling Bo Ying is willing, she can be easily killed.

However, in a deep predicament, Ye Xiuhong still dared to say such things.

"You're brave. Ling Bo Sakura said.

Ye Xiuhong accepted it calmly.

"So what's important in your mouth?" asked Ling Bo Sakura.

"I want to kill someone. Ye Xiuhong said.

While talking, the two of them had already arrived at the Panasonic hut.

Ling Bo Sakura put the hatchet in the corner and asked, "Kill whom?"

"Palace Master. Ye Xiuhong said.

Ling Bo Sakura was slightly stunned.

There was silence.

Only the chirping of cicadas, and the sound of the wind passing through the ancient pines.

She is the chief of the Adjudication Divine Palace, and the palace master in her mouth is naturally the adjudication palace master.

Ling Bo Sakura asked directly, "Why should I help you?"

She didn't ask why she wanted to kill the palace master, but directly asked why she was helping.