The broadsword cracked through the thick back wall of the main hall, and came with a roar from the Niche Dao.

Bang!

Shen Leng kicked on the arm of the Shrine and kicked the broadsword back into the wall.

"There's momentum, but don't you think it's slow to break through the wall?"

Shen Leng pressed the broadsword back with one kick, his foot rose in the air with his strength, and the other foot kicked Niche Luo Dao's chest, and Niche Luo Dao had a sharp pain in his chest, but even then he didn't let go, and stepped back with his heavy sword.

Shen Leng rushed forward, his shoulder hit Gong Luo Dao's chest like a heavy hammer, and Gong Luo Dao snorted again, his left hand reached out and pressed the back of Shen Leng's head, and his knee was raised and slammed into Shen Leng's face.

Without waiting for the knee to hit Shen Leng, he fell sideways, grabbed the ankle of Niche Luo Dao with one hand, the hand armor was hard, and with the force of Shen Leng's five fingers, the edges and corners of the hand armor almost cut into the flesh and blood of Niche Luo Dao.

Grabbing the ankle of Niche Luo Dao with his left hand, Shen Leng retracted his legs and then kicked out hard, and his two feet were pressed on the leg that Niche Luo Dao raised, and with a crisp sound, Niche Luo Dao's leg bone was directly kicked off.

Niche Luo Dao fell backwards, Shen Leng turned over and pressed over, this black iron armor was already heavy, coupled with the heavy pressure of Shen Leng jumping up, Niche Luo Dao's chest seemed to be smashed and suffocated.

At the same time, Shen Leng grabbed Niche Luodao's right arm and twisted it, and another crisp sound came out, and Shrine Luodao's arm bone was also twisted.

At this time, there was a big chaos outside, and the strategist Suo Suotu under Yuelan's tent finally rushed back with the border army of Gedi City, and thousands of border troops quickly closed up, and all the bows and arrows were aimed at the past, and the scene immediately became quiet for a while, and the border army of Lucheng who was still storming was all a little stupid, and they didn't know whether to continue the onslaught or retreat.

When this silence stopped, the painful moans of Shrine Dao became clear.

"He must be killed."

Yuelan rushed over from behind the crowd, and before she could wait for Shen Leng to make a move, she slashed at the neck of the Shrine Luo Dao.

Only when the shrine is dead can the border troops brought from the city of law be controlled.

This knife is like thunder, only a trance, the knife will arrive.

But when he saw that the knife was about to fall on Niche Luo Dao's body, it suddenly turned, and the blade cut horizontally towards Shen Leng's throat.

Burst!

The black line knife cut a bloody wound on Yuelan's chest, Yuelan's scimitar was grabbed by Shen Leng in mid-air, the black line knife swept horizontally, Yuelan's breastplate was completely cut, and blood gushed out from the crack in the armor.

"You're far worse than him."

Shen Leng snorted and stood up to look at Yuelan.

Yuelan looked down at the wound, and then looked back at Qin Se: "Your Highness still hasn't given the order?!" ”

At this time, if Qin Se ordered to kill the Ning people, the border troops from the outside city would also attack the Ning people instead, and the situation would become controllable.

But Yuelan didn't hear Qin Se's order, Qin Se stood there with a hesitant expression, Yuelan rushed forward angrily, although she was seriously injured, but what are you waiting for if you don't kill Shen Leng at this time?

Rumble!

Suddenly, the back wall of the main hall was shattered by a huge force, and a hand poked out of the broken and splashed masonry and grabbed Yuelan's neck, that hand looked white, white without a trace of blood, white without a trace of human qi, like a devil's claw stretched out from hell.

It was as if the hands had no flesh, just a layer of skin covering the bones.

But it's such a sick hand, and it's like a steel and iron bone, that

The hand was harder, sharper, and more intimidating than the iron claws that Nirlo Dao had worn before.

Yuelan's face turned from white to blue, and her eyes gradually turned up, and she couldn't see the black eyeballs and only the white eyes.

A person slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, he didn't look very tall, the hand holding Yuelan's neck rose slightly, Yuelan was hanging there, holding the arm with both hands seemed to be trying his best to break it off, but the strength was rapidly disappearing, when the person walked out of the dust, Yuelan's legs had no strength, hanging softly, and still swaying slightly from side to side.

The person who entered through the back wall looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, with the typical appearance of a black warrior, because he was too thin, his cheekbones were higher, and his eyes were protruding outward, which made those blue eyes look a little more terrifying.

He was wearing a blue brocade robe with a scepter embroidered on his chest.

This old man's clothes are too gorgeous, but they seem to be draped on a dried corpse, which makes people look a little weird.

"It's a mess."

The old man in the cyan brocade walked forward, and the Qin Se in the distance subconsciously retreated, not to mention the Qin Se, all the black warriors were retreating, including the thousands of border troops outside, the Ning people didn't know it, but they knew the cyan brocade robe, and they knew the golden scepter on the brocade robe.

The old man in the blue brocade let go of his hand, Yuelan fell heavily to the ground, the old man let go at the right time and left Yuelan a breath, if he let go of his hand slowly, maybe Yuelan's breath would not come up, the distance between life and death was between such a breath and two breaths.

"When I was in Red City, I let you live."

The old man leaned over slightly to look at Yuelan's face, which gradually turned from blue and purple to pale: "I gave you a chance, why don't you cherish it?" Now I'll give you another chance, I let go of my hand, how do you feel for the rest of your life after this catastrophe from death to life? ”

Yuelan coughed, but struggled to get up and crawl to the ground: "Lord God." ”

"I'm asking you, how did you feel for the rest of your life?"

"Feel it, feel good."

"Hmm."

The old man straightened up: "Okay, otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of my kindness, don't you like this feeling?" ”

Yuelan couldn't help kowtowing: "I like it." ”

"You can't be too greedy for what you like, the more you greed, the faster you will lose."

The old man leaned over slightly again, and patted his hand lightly on Yuelan's head: "I want to see more young people like you stand up and become the pillars of the empire, only young people like you can be on their own, old guys like us will be a little more comfortable, how comfortable it is, how tiring it is to run around, but you make me feel uneasy."

"Yuelan, you can't."

The old man's left hand pressed Yuelan's shoulder, and the five fingers of his right hand slowly pulled into the top of Yuelan's head, Yuelan roared in pain, and he began to struggle frantically after regaining some strength, but the deadwood-like palm on his shoulder was like an iron gate, and when pressed there, it was the power of Wanjun.

He couldn't get up, he couldn't move.

The five fingers of the old man's right hand slowly all pulled into Yuelan's skull, how hard is the human skull?

After all five fingers went in, the old man began to slowly pull up, Yuelan's face was distorted, and her eyes were rolling out of control, and finally turned up, and with a soft sound, a large piece of skull was actually grabbed by the old man.

"Take a look."

The old man bent down and looked into the bloody hole on the top of Yuelan's head: "It's rotten, no wonder people are stupid." ”

He let go of his hand, and Yuelan's corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

The old man turned his head to look at Shen Leng, and noticed the iron armor on Shen Leng's body, and his eyes were slightly cold: "It seems that where have you seen this iron armor?" ”

He didn't make a move to Shen Leng, but walked tremblingly towards the throne position in the middle of the hall, and from the hole in the wall behind him, two children in red robes came in, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, one left and one right helped him to climb the high steps, and the old man sat down slowly on the throne where the Black Martial Khan Emperor used to sit, and it seemed that he had some difficulty even walking a few steps, where did he look like the person who directly crushed Yuelan's skull just now.

He sat down and shifted his gaze to Qinse's side.

"Your Highness, Yuelan, I've seen it, and I don't have anything in my head, so I'm stupid."

Qin Se suddenly bent down and bowed: "It's the disciple who is wrong." ”

"Your Royal Highness, when I taught you the sword, I said, you are the smartest woman I have ever seen, at that time I advised His Highness to say that you must stay away from right and wrong, smart people should stay away from right and wrong, not to mention life and death, you look at the minister's current appearance, the minister is only forty-five years old, but he already looks like a sixty or seventy-year-old man, not all because he is tired of being in the middle of right and wrong."

He spoke unhurriedly, and he didn't take Shen Leng and them seriously at all.

"Your Highness, the minister is already so tired, can you stop letting the minister worry about it?"

Qin Se lowered her head, her shoulders trembling: "The disciple really knows that he is wrong. ”

The old man shook his head, as if he was extremely disappointed, and he turned his head to look at the side of the Shrine Dao, and the expression of disappointment on his face became even heavier.

"Shame."

Shrine Luo Dao struggled to stand up, one leg was broken, one arm was broken, and the ankle of the other leg was blurred with blood, but fortunately it was not broken, he used his heavy sword to prop himself up, and lowered his head: "Uncle, it's me who is incompetent." ”

"You are indeed incompetent."

The old man sighed: "Get back." ”

Niche Luo Dao immediately took a step forward with his heavy sword, but it was only one step, because Shen Leng was still not far away.

The old man frowned slightly, and looked at Shen Leng for the first time: "Smart people don't think nonsense. ”

Shen Leng glanced at the old man, then at the Shrine Dao, and then suddenly smiled: "Your lord is here." ”

Shrine Luo Dao was stunned.

At such a tense time, such a frightening atmosphere, as soon as Shen Leng's words came out, Yang Qibao couldn't help laughing, and more than ten pro-soldiers also laughed, and even the corners of Qin's mouth twitched, as if he almost couldn't hold back.

"Your adults didn't educate you well."

Shen Leng walked to the side not far from the Shrine Road and stopped, looking at the old man sitting on the high seat: "You are really pretending, pretending to be better than me, but have you thought about it before pretending, your child is still here, old man, you made a mistake, you should be the first to kill me." ”

The old man sitting on the high seat stood up sharply.

Shen Leng looked at Niche Luo Dao, Niche Luo Dao violently wanted to rush out, Shen Leng grabbed Niche Luo Dao's neck and turned to Niche Luo Dao's back, the scabbard of the small hunting knife was pulled out by him, and the steel wire was wrapped around Niche Luo Dao's neck with a brushing sound, his knees were raised against Niche Luo Dao's back, and his two hands struggled to pull back with a poof, and Niche Luo Dao's head was cut off.

Shen Leng looked at the old man with his chin raised slightly: "Shrine Black Court, eat a trench and grow wisdom, don't pretend like this next time, the black warriors will give you face, and Ning people will not give it." ”

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