Xiao Jian'an didn't escape to the last, but he was only one step faster than Mingyang Palace, and in Wen Yiming's eyes, Guan Xiaoping and the others couldn't escape from his Five Finger Mountain, but Wan Tianyin and Xiao Jian'an could escape from their aura in the blink of an eye.

Qi Tianyin is one step faster than Xiao Jian'an, he can only retreat, but in his heart, he is only temporarily letting go of Qi Tianyin, after the fact, he will visit these sect forces one by one, let everyone know that the ring of the Twin Cities as a stage must pay expensive tickets, and the people who guard the Twin Cities as a drama on the stage will be regretted.

"Fight!" Xiao Jian'an knew that he couldn't escape Wen Yiming at all with his own speed, and with a loud shout, he raised his head and retreated, swinging dozens of flying knives with true yuan in a row.

The sound of the sound sounded in Wen Yiming's chest, unscathed, he only felt that the impact force weakened in the boundary force defense of the Xuanwu Inner Armor, and then shocked into his body, only weakening his swooping momentum, his chest and lungs were slightly dull, and there was no substantial damage.

'Poof——!'

The vertical slash shot that hung upside down in the air flew Xiao Jian'an, who was raising the sword rung, fifty meters away, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, the sleeves of his arms were shattered, he trembled, and the horror in his eyes forgot that his hands burst with tiger mouths.

The opponent who has been suppressed and locked by the killing intent, as long as Wen Yiming's killing intent does not disappear, its effect will always exist, Xiao Jian'an, who is not a forging martial arts cultivator, is simply difficult to resist in Wen Yiming's volley, and he will not be killed by a single shot, it is also because Wen Yiming has consumed too much, and the blessing of battle cry and sacrifice has subsided, otherwise a shot can make him fall to the ground.

As soon as Wen Yiming landed on the ground, before he could stand still, Yang Hui and several other generals had already rushed up to Zhenyuan, while Xiao Jian'an turned around and fled.

"Drink, ——!"

In the middle of the roar, a drop of essence blood burst out again, Wen Yiming sacrificed his sword with one hand and slashed at the countless slashes of true vitality, and the dragon spear raised its arm and suddenly burst out.

In the screams, Xiao Jian'an, who was penetrating through the body of the dragon gun, was hit by a shocking rainbow and penetrated a hundred meters away, bombarding the cliff, and there were no bones.

'Puff puff ——!'

The three true vitality attacks on Wen Yiming's body, causing his heart to stagnate slightly, and only then did he use his sword to attack several generals with all his strength, but he couldn't fully defend himself, resulting in injuries.

The sword changed his right hand, he lifted a mouthful of Zhenyuan and burst out with a sword intent, slashing out with a heavy slash, killing several people in a row, Yang Hui didn't even have time to swallow saliva, Zhenyuan ran wildly, almost howling and fleeing, he finally understood why Yiming had that kind of confidence in the Twin Cities Square, if he really dared to come to power, he would definitely be stabbed to death with a single shot.

And now, he just has a few more days to live.

How could the swift wind step that turned into the wind tolerate the small escape now, Wen Yiming rushed to the ground almost as if he had shrunk into inches, and the sword slashed horizontally and dragged out a blood mist.

'——!'

Wen Yiming's feet did not stop, the heavy sword in his hand swept over Xiao Qingfeng's neck, stepped towards the cliff, swallowed several bottles of potion between his hands, pulled out the dragon spear with his hand, kicked on the cliff, volleyed back, and chased Guan Xiaoping who fled away in a low roar.

At this moment, the lower half of Yang Hui's body was only rushed in the escape, and his upper body was two hundred meters away from the lower body, and when Xiao Qingfeng pounced on the ground, his head rolled out of the distance, and there was still infinite remorse in his eyes.

Lu Yue, who was high in the distance, was already sluggish, and he was glad that he didn't make it difficult for Wen Yiming at the beginning, but had a good impression of this person in an invisible acquiescence, and this good feeling could give them a chance to become friends.

The astonishment in Jin Yun's eyes under the mask faded, and the strength shown by Wen Yiming far exceeded her expectations, especially the improvement speed of that fierce combat power.

At the beginning, Wen Yiming was just a samurai, and he grew to such a point in such a short period of time.

Under the martial arts, invincible!

She even felt that even the first layer of the Martial Sect might not be able to help him, one person and one shot, single-handedly picking up thousands of people, killing dozens of generals, including two martial arts masters of the ninth layer, and killing with one shot, what kind of strength this is.

Although she couldn't see Wen Yiming's cultivation, she knew that her cultivation had not reached the martial arts, not to mention that she did not have the aura of the martial arts sect, as a disciple of Liang Zhi, the challenge of skipping the level was commonplace, and she knew too well the deeds of Liang Zhi who crossed the level to kill the enemy.

And Wen Yiming, who has surpassed everything, has truly achieved that the ice is out of the water and cold in the ice, and the blue is better than the blue!

Jin Yun took two entourages and floated down the mountain, she knew that Guan Xiaoping's group of people was finished, Wen Puwei, who had the highest cultivation, was only the second layer of military generals, except for the two unknown great martial artists, the rest were all martial arts cultivators, and such weak strength dared to wade into troubled waters, and Wen Yiming could trample a lot of them to death with one kick.

She could see that Wen Yiming's physical exertion was extremely high, and Zhenyuan didn't have much left, but it was still easy to pinch Guan Xiaoping and the others to death.

Jin Yun expected it to be good, Guan Xiaoping and the others could not keep up with Wan Tianyin and the others, so they could only flee from the opposite direction, she had summoned the high-level of the Mingyang Palace, and asked them to sort out things, gather her relatives, and prepare to flee from the south.

She only hoped that Wen Yiming would chase down and kill Tianyin and let go of an insignificant little person like her.

However, she didn't know that in Wen Yiming's mind, she definitely paid more attention to it than Wan Tianyin, and her status was placed in the south, much higher than Night Dance Frost.

At the foot of the Boiling Wine Peak, Wen Puwei, who was flying in the air, landed on the ground, Wen Yiming blocked the way in front of him, he knew that he was invincible, and fighting in the air was a live target, and a spear could make him fall into the air and die.

Guan Xiaoping's face was pale, the cultivation in the early days of Da Wusheng made her not even qualified to despair, Wen Yiming's horror she saw with her own eyes, she knew that she would die without imagining, and it was useless to beg for mercy, but she wanted to live.

Seeing Wen Yiming put away the dragon spear, Guan Xiaoping was still confused, and a few whistling spears had already penetrated the chests of several subordinates, even Wen Puwei, who was the highest cultivator.

"Spare me, Mingyang Wangfu will give it to you, Rao"

Guan Xiaoping looked at Wen Yiming, who was covered in blood, her legs trembled, and she fell to the ground with a thud, she wanted to kneel, but she couldn't straighten her waist.

Wen Yiming watched a puddle of water leaching out of Guan Xiaoping's body, and the smell of commotion emanated from the air, and when he turned around, he slashed out with a backhand slash.

He set up the Wood Spirit Cloud Piercing Falcon, and felt that the middle of the smile was holding his throat and making a sound.

He didn't know if he should go to destroy the Mingyang Palace, after all, it was Wen Ziyu's place, and there may be many people who have a relationship with Wen Ziyu, besides, not all of them are people who deserve to die.

He thought of the aunt who cared for him, Wen Xiangtong! A slight warmth rose in his heart, and only Wen Xiangtong in the Mingyang Mansion made him have a good impression, as for other people, whether there was a way to die, he would go there in person.

After experiencing the Western Regions and Northern Frontier, especially the killing of the same gate in Demon Rock City, he will never be merciful again.

Chop the grass must be rooted!

Although, he knows that nothing is absolute, but he has to remind himself all the time.