The shouting and killing around stopped abruptly, whether it was the Song army soldiers, the Yongjun soldiers, or the Qi soldiers, they all unconsciously stopped their movements and looked at the man standing alone in front of the palace of the king of Qi.

Shock, only shock.

Zhao Wenqi's sword is shocking, and it is not an exaggeration.

But it's far from over.

Above Zhao Wenqi's head, the dark clouds that he had cut through gathered again, and they kept rolling, as if something was brewing.

Countless Gang Qi from unknown places gathered in one place, and little by little turned into a sword shape.

After a long time, a giant sword of Gangqi that was several zhang long condensed and hung high above Zhao Wenqi's head.

"Heavenly Dao suppression, the sword of luck, the holy realm really exists."

Ma Zhiyuan laughed wildly: "What a holy realm, what an invincible Zhao Wenqi in the world!"

Zhao Wenqi raised his head and looked at the sword of luck hanging high in front of him, and the expression on his face was a little blurred.

In Ma Zhiyuan's laughter, in Zhao Wenqi's silence, and in the dumbfounded eyes of all the armorers, the huge sword of luck suddenly fell from the sky.

Zhao Wenqi raised his left hand, and the thick sword qi around him almost condensed into substance. He didn't even flinch at all, intending to resist this sword of Heavenly Dao suppression head-on.

"Huh!"

The giant sword collided with Zhao Wenqi's sword qi, and the qi wave churned again.

In the face of the siege of the three Grandmaster powerhouses, Zhao Wenqi, who had never shown his weakness, was now slightly bent in his knees, and he almost fell to his knees.

The sky is mighty!

Even the legendary Saint Realm powerhouse seems to be unable to withstand the suppression of this Heavenly Dao.

Under the collision of the sword qi, the sword of luck gradually descended. But every time it sinks an inch, Zhao Wenqi's body will also be lowered by a point.

The giant sword was already very close to Zhao Wenqi's head, and it was not difficult to imagine what would happen to Zhao Wenqi if the giant sword fell completely.

Everyone on the field focused on Zhao Wenqi, and the thoughts in their hearts were the same.

Could it be that this invincible number one in the world for twenty years is about to fall before he enters the holy realm?

Under the gaze of everyone, the giant sword slowly sank, and finally stopped moving after it stopped only a foot above Zhao Wenqi's head.

Zhao Wenqi straightened up, looked at the Sword of Luck that could take his life at any time, and said softly: "It seems that my time is running out."

With that, Zhao Wenqi took a step forward.

This was the first time he had moved since he appeared in front of the palace gate. Directly in front of Zhao Wenqi were three martial arts masters who had no combat power, and behind them, the Song-shaped banner was fluttering in the wind.

"Even the suppression of the Heavenly Dao can withstand it, a strong man like you, don't talk about the previous dynasty, I'm afraid that if it is pushed back for another five hundred years, there will not necessarily be a single person."

Ma Zhiyuan smiled as if resigned to his fate, he sat cross-legged and waited quietly for Zhao Wenqi to come.

Qi Shen, who had already passed out, didn't know what was going on, and Chen Jianzhao on the side held the long knife in his hand tightly, and struggled to stand up several times, but he didn't succeed.

He was so badly injured that not passing out like Qi Shen was already the limit, let alone standing up?

Just when Chen Jianzhao fell to the ground again, there was a touch of whiteness

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A shadow passed before his eyes.

"Cheap feather!"

"What to do?"

Guo Yu turned his head and asked.

"It's not me who wants to do anything, it's what you want to do?"

"I don't know what to do." Guo Yu raised his gun and pointed at Zhao Wenqi, who was slowly stepping forward.

"Are you crazy! How can you be an opponent of the Holy Realm when you have entered the Realm of Potential? Don't say it's you, it's the three of us..."

"I know."

Guo Yu grinned and said, "But with such a big comparison, wouldn't it be a pity not to pretend?"

When Chen Jianzhao heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

At such a time, his friend still wants to pretend?

Don't you even want your life for the sake of pretending?

Before Chen Jianzhao could say anything more, a bunch of armor soldiers had already rushed up and dragged the three of them to the rear military formation.

He could only watch as the white robe slowly greeted Zhao Wenqi with the giant sword on his head.

Guo Yu sighed.

If he hadn't been the general of the Great Song Dynasty, if he hadn't been beaten into a dog, he would have hid as far as he could.

Looking at Zhao Wenqi, who was getting closer and closer to him, Guo Yu pursed his lips.

The three grandmasters can't beat it, so they naturally give it for nothing.

I only hope that the giant sword above his head can have some impact on Zhao Wenqi, and it is best to fall suddenly. directly stoned this number one in the world to death.

Although Guo Yu thought so, he didn't dare to have the idea of being lucky.

The qi of the whole body was frantically mobilized, the white robe floated slightly, Guo Yu clenched the general's order with both hands, and stared at Zhao Wenqi in front of him with all his attention.

Zhao Wenqi frowned: "Not afraid of death?"

"I'm scared to death."

"Then why do you dare to stop me?"

Guo Yu smiled: "Because, I'm the only one left."

At present, the top masters of Song Yong's two armies above the realm of power in this palace, except for him, are all seriously injured and have no strength to fight.

Except for him, no one can stop Zhao Wenqi.

If Zhao Wenqi was allowed to rush straight into the Song army's formation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Behind him, the 10,000 armor soldiers, the Sancheng army, Zhao Qingxuan, and the dog, they can't say that they all have to be explained in this Qi palace.

Therefore, even if he knows that he is not an opponent, Guo Yu has to stand up.

Just now he gave the order to the Song army to retreat, and the same was true for the Yong army.

As long as Zhao Wenqi can be dragged for a while, let all the Song troops withdraw. After those armor soldiers in the city arrived, they united with the Yong army, close to 70,000 horses, and even a pile could pile Zhao Wenqi to death!

Guo Yu let out a long breath.

His breath had reached its peak, and he handed out a shot.

Join the battle!

……

The middle-aged man in a cloth coat with an ordinary appearance looked at the corpses of the Tiger Ben Army all over his feet, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Except for Zhang Hanwen on the road before, he didn't encounter a single corpse, why did so many suddenly appear now? And it's all Qi Army?

The combat effectiveness of the Qi army is indeed very poor, but this does not include the Tiger Ben army, as Yang Zhiyong's pro-army, their strength can be regarded as the best in the entire Kyushu.

But why, the tiger that died in one place

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Ben army, but a corpse of the Song army is not seen in the capital? Could it be that the Song army is already so strong?

Just as he was wondering, the man suddenly saw a figure sitting in the pile of corpses in front of him.

The man was dressed in ordinary Song army battle armor, and an iron spear with a black body was placed diagonally on his shoulder.

Right now, he stacks two or three corpses together, and he sits on them without hesitation, looking very leisurely.

I have to say that in front of this palace full of corpses, the man sitting in the pile of corpses looked very weird.

But the middle-aged man didn't feel the slightest fear, he grinned, smiled at the back, and said, "You lazy thing, you're fucking paddling here."

The armor soldier in the pile of corpses was shocked, he turned around, and when he saw the middle-aged man, he was very surprised and said, "Damn, why are you kid here."

"I walked with Xiaowei and walked here, you also know that this day Lan is very big, and there are too many places to visit, so it took some time. As a result, when we were about to leave, you called. ”

The man sat down beside the sergeant, and he didn't dislike the surroundings at all.

After all, the scene he saw in Qizhou back then was almost incomparable.

"You did all this?"

"Not really." The armor soldier said with some pride: "One hundred and sixty-three tiger warriors, if they hadn't run fast, even those eight tiger riders would have left a few of them."

"Tsk, this is for you, why didn't you have this ability in Qi'an? was chased and beaten by the Eight Tiger Riders, if it weren't for saving you, I would have been beaten off the cliff by Zhao Wenqi? ”

"You can really brag, you can't beat it, you can't beat it, and you push the matter on me. Besides, if I hadn't dragged you back then, would you have survived the fuck? ”

"Shut up, even the Eight Tigers can't beat the garbage!"

"Don't baba, you bullshit god who was defeated by a nameless junior... Oh yes! ”

Scolding and scolding, the armor suddenly remembered something, and said: "You'd better hurry up and go to the palace, I just saw a big sword falling from the sky, and it is estimated that it is the sword of luck of Naraushzi."

"Sword of Luck?"

"Hmm." The armor man restrained his smile, "Zhao Wenqi, you have entered the saint." ”

“……”

"It's easy to say anything else, your bastard son is still inside."

“… You threw my son inside and ran out to paddle on his own? ”

"Don't blame me, who would have thought that Zhao Wenqi could become a saint, I thought that it was enough to have that kid surnamed Chen... Besides, even if I were there, I guess I wouldn't have an egg. ”

The armor shrugged, "Perverts can only be dealt with by perverts, and ordinary people like me are no opponents." ”

The man rolled his eyes and got up and walked towards the palace in the distance.

"Eh, can you beat him? Do you need my help? Cheer you up and shout twice or something? ”

"You iron shit, just rest here."

The man said without looking back: "If there is no Heavenly Dao suppression, then I am not an opponent."

"Yes, the boss has a sword, and it's scary to look at."

"Then I don't know."

The man laughed, "After all, I haven't had a serious fight in twenty years."

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