This is the favorite trick of the cultivators of Zenjian City, under one palm, the brain bursts, but it will not hurt the ears.

Ximen broke a sword and stabbed out, and the true qi roared on the blade, and then went to the left, and the three of them fell to the ground in response.

But the palm didn't land on top of his head.

A soldier pounced forward and pushed open the West Gate.

Immediately, the palm of the monk of the city of good sight fell on his back.

True Yuan Eruption.

In just one moment, the armor didn't even let out a muffled snort, his eyes widened with anger, and he died on the spot.

Simon Po's wrist suddenly stiffened as he swung his sword.

It was a pause in the gap between the white horse, and another cultivator of the City of Good Insight suddenly approached Ximen Po. As soon as the body swept away, the true yuan poured into the palm, and the pair of fleshy palms were quietly imprinted on Ximen Po's back.

......

The tall and thin man quietly watched all this in front of him.

From beginning to end, except for the beginning of using his divine sense to spy to see if there was a big thing in the Flying Bird Pass, he had only shot once.

Originally, there were 8,000 armor soldiers.

Now there are less than three hundred left.

Not a few are complete yet.

Ximen Po is slightly better, but only slightly. The original clean and shiny armor was already in tatters at this time, mixed with some dark red solids. With every gasp he breathed, the wound under his armor revealed hideous fresh flesh.

The cultivator of Shanjian City who had attacked Ximen Po just now was unsuccessful, and instead died at the hands of the tall and thin man.

It was his only shot.

Since then, the other cultivators of the Good View City seem to have understood the intentions of this Dharma Protector Heavenly King, and no one has released a dark arrow at the West Gate.

The two sides once again exchanged arms and fought hand-to-hand.

Some of them have broken legs, some have broken hands, these are all good, and even worse, they can't find a complete place on their bodies. But even if he falls and has no hands and feet, as long as there is still a breath left, lying on his stomach and opening his eyes angrily, he will bite off a piece of meat from the other party.

Of course, most of the time they can't bite off the meat, but will have their ears cut off and become trophies in the hands of the other party.

It's a sprinkle of red and white things.

There were only about 100 people left around Ximen Po.

Where did he not know the other party's intentions at this time?

Don't say that those other people in the city of good insight are these in front of them, as long as they hug up, except for him who can support for a few more moments, the other robes are afraid that they will die in an instant. It's just that the other party seems to have a cat and mouse mind, and only controls the number of people at a time to just about double that of them.

The True Qi in the body had long since dried up, and the tendons and veins were broken, which was the result of the True Yuan Transition Outbreak.

His gaze rested on the tall and thin man, his gaze resolute, his face proud, and his face was disdainful.

The tall, thin man closed his eyes.

As if they had received a signal, the other people of the city flocked to the city.

There is no more roaring and wailing.

Only the sound of gold and iron, and the sound of blades piercing flesh, and occasionally the sound of watermelons popping and butcher knives cutting through pork,

and the respite of the practitioner who is not yet dead.

I don't know if it's a monk from Zenmi Castle or a priest from Asuka Pass.

Half an hour later,

Simon Po had already broken one of his legs, and it was very difficult for him to even stand, so he used the sword in his hand to prop it up on the ground, so that he could barely sustain it.

His gaze was only one person from beginning to end.

Tall and thin man.

As if feeling the burning of Simon's broken gaze, or the hunter's kindness to his prey before death, in short, the tall and thin man said the first words since he ascended the city.

He looked at Ximen Po and said, "I want to know, what benefits did your emperor, or Ran Blind, give you to work so hard?"

Simon didn't answer, but just sneered. Originally, it was okay not to laugh, but under a smile, I only felt that the body was like ten thousand ants drilling into the heart, and none of the muscles and veins were not in severe pain and eating bones, and one of them almost fell to the ground.

The tall and thin man didn't expect him to answer.

His eyes were raised, and he became more and more distant, and he didn't know where to look.

Maybe...... Imperial?

Then he closed his eyes and nodded.

"When you die, I will bury you. ”

Those were the last words he spoke.

It was also the last sentence that Ximen Po heard.

When the people of Shanjian City were like flies smelling meat, Simon Po suddenly raised his hand.

"Wait. ”

This lifting of his hand directly caused his center of gravity to be unstable, his feet staggered, and he fell to the ground on one knee, as if he was kneeling down to a tall and thin man.

He grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand and the blade with the other, and the blade broke through the skin and hurt to the bone, but he didn't realize it.

Then with this momentum, Simon Po sat down for a while, and this time he only felt as if his whole body was paralyzed to the ground. He brushed his sideburns, which were already disheveled, and then wiped the blood from his face with his hands.

The face is dirty and the hands are not clean, so it's okay not to wipe it, and it is really like a Shura who came out of hell under a wipe.

But Simon Po apparently didn't care about that.

After cleaning up his face, he sorted out his armor, from top to bottom, little by little, straightening out and straightening out the remaining small half of his armor.

The tall and thin man didn't have any urging, just looked at him lightly.

After all this was done, Ximen Po was relieved, exhaled softly, as if the general trend had been decided, and then laughed wildly.

"I am the Zhou Dynasty Dingyuan General Ximen Po, how can you allow Er and other thieves to be humiliated, eighteen years later, I will meet you and other rivers and lakes again. ”

Almost as he spoke, Simon broke the blade of his sword flickered, and between the light and shadow of the sword, he cut off his two ears, then stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them violently, and swallowed them.

Then he turned his hand into a palm, and the only remaining bit of true qi was contained in his palm, and he slapped it towards his heavenly spirit cover.

The sword fell to the ground.

The sword roars no more.

Simon collapsed to the ground like a puddle of boneless mud.

The last scene he saw was when the tall, thin man took a deep breath, and then a huge black bird landed at the top of the city.

......

......

Ran Blind likes to make dangerous moves, and the sword goes sideways.

It turned out that he didn't plan to go to the side, and he hadn't walked the side for so long because he knew that his first task was to defend the southern border, not to destroy the other party.

The other party has two great things in the Mysterious Realm, and he can't destroy the other party.

Today's southern border is completely different from the southern border of the past.

But since Bi Fangniao came here, he had a vague idea. Of course, it was just an idea at the time.

What made this idea turn into substance quickly was the arrival of the Holy Beast, and what made him finally decide to act was the figure of another Dharma Protector Heavenly King who had been missing for a long time when the iron door was closed.

So Bi Fangniao went to Flying Bird Pass.

Ximen Po was promoted to the south by him, but there has not been much real face-to-face contact between the two sides over the years. Ximen Po sat in Longquan Pass, he sat in Tiemen Pass, and the war was complicated, and most of the time it was a correspondence.

His understanding of Ximen Po, in addition to being in the army, only knew that he was a prisoner of the Guozi Supervision Heavenly Academy, and a few years ago, he seemed to have formed a Taoist relationship with a female disciple in a neon dress.

Over the years, with the decline of the wilderness, there have been few large-scale wars in the south, or even almost none, and the blind man rarely had the feeling of parting from life and death more than a hundred years ago.

This feeling is very bad, so he wants to believe in Buddhism.

That's why he's going to walk out of the iron gate today.

The blind man's consciousness was released, and he went to the camp of Zenmi Castle outside the Iron Gate, and unscrupulously scanned everything below.

This is a very aggressive move.

The Protector of the Castle of Good Views had done this before, because there were two of them.

Soon, a divine consciousness that was equally strong, even faintly surpassing Ran's blind man, came out of the camp of Shanjian City.

Feeling this familiar meaning, Ran Blind sneered in his heart, and the divine senses of the two sides converged and intertwined.

Divine warfare is actually much more dangerous than physical warfare, and physical trauma, even if it is a broken arm or short leg, it is not irreversible for a cultivator. However, once the sea is impacted, the sea will be damaged at least and the shock realm will be damaged, and the heavy will be reduced to nothingness and become an idiot.

When the two senses fought, the calf had already stood up.

He didn't interfere without permission, but his divine sense quickly swept across the camp.

Immediately, he spoke.

"He went to Asuka Pass. ”

Ran's blind man's face stiffened suddenly, and then he quickly withdrew his divine consciousness that was intertwined with the other party, and then patted the shoulder of the deputy general beside him.

"The hour has come. ”

The deputy general was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Ran Min meant, and said, "General, although the other party has only dispatched two Dharma Protector Heavenly Kings, will it be ...... if we attack so rashly?"

"Will it be, will it be something? Will it be destroyed? Or will they cut off their ears and bring them back to ask for merit?"

The adjutant general glanced at the blind man and did not dare to answer.

Ran Blind patted him on the shoulder.

"We're not attacking, we're revenge!"