"Get on your knees!" The naked and muscular executioner kicked Lan Anqi in the crook of the leg from behind, but Lan Anqi did not move.

The executioner was startled at first, and subconsciously took half a step back, because although he didn't know the name of Junzi Lan Lan Anqi, he also knew that this person was a cultivator, and if the other party still had strength, he would suffer.

But Lan Anqi didn't move, the executioner turned his head to look, and the patrol captain frowned and raised his chin at him, urging him to hurry up.

The executioner clenched the broadsword in his hand and kicked it with all his strength again. Lan Anqi couldn't stand still and half-knelt on the ground.

That was enough, the executioner did not dare to expect him to be able to kneel on the ground like the other condemned prisoners, as long as it was high enough for him to slash down with a single sword, and he could repeat what he had been doing all these years.

Fifty soldiers circled the perimeter of the makeshift execution platform in a semicircle, and the Nine Elders of the Cloud God Sect and the other disciples stood not far behind the patrol leader.

The eyes of the Nine Elders, who had broken their arms, were indifferent, mixed with a bit of morbid excitement.

Junzi Lan Lan Anqi, the leader of the younger generation of Drunken Flower Building, defeated the disciples of the same generation at the Spirit Dao Conference, even if he was the strongest person of the younger generation of the Cloud God Sect, Tan Fengyu, he could only be equal to him. But why? My Yunshen Sect has a heritage of nearly a thousand years, and it is the second largest sect in the Lingyuan Continent, why are you drunk with us on an equal footing?

The valley lord of Bailing Valley praised Lan Anqi as a genius who only happened once in hundreds of years, as long as he cultivated diligently, he could step into the Xuanji within five years, and he would enter the Xuanji Middle Realm within twenty years and become a generation of grandmasters.

Bah! The old man has cultivated for most of his life, and he has not crossed that threshold, what qualifications do you have for a yellow-haired boy to be said to be in the middle realm of Xuanji within twenty years?

Now as long as this kid is killed, half of the disciples of the younger lineage of Drunken Flower Building will be destroyed. There is also that Hua Ming, who is also known as an extraordinary talent, but because of his attitude of playing the world, his cultivation is slow, and he is actually the most potential person in the previous generation of Drunken Flower Tower. Now, although it has indeed become stronger, it has also been abolished, and it is just a stinky rat who does not dare to see the light.

Hope for the future of Zuihualou? Without!

And don't those guys who think of themselves as fairies and fairies have backbone? Dare to argue with the Divine Court, it is really commendable, today I killed the three disciples of the Drunken Flower Building, aren't you going to be driven crazy? At that time, maybe it will really anger the Divine Court, and the divine power will descend and teach you that the flowers on the first floor will be turned into ashes everywhere!

Thinking like this in his heart, the Ninth Elder felt all over his body, and couldn't help but show a sickly smile on his face, which made the disciples of the Cloud God Sect around him shudder when they saw it.

The executioner drank a bowl of wine, then smashed the porcelain bowl to pieces, half of which he smewed into his stomach, and half of which he sprayed on the sharpened ring-head knife.

He raised the ring-headed knife high, and the wine slid down the sharp blade, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the water beads shone with a halo, and the broad blade reflected a sad light.

Lan Anqi raised his head and looked around, and then slowly lowered his head, he watched his shadow stretched narrow by the slanting sun, like a gladiolus leaf.

Lan Anqi smiled calmly and slowly closed his eyes.

The ring-headed knife fell, driving a strong wind and splitting a touch of the sun.

A maple leaf fell, fluttering in the air, the frost-red maple leaf exuded a blood-like color, and under the reflection of the remnant sun, the blood seemed to burn.

One leaf, two leaves, countless leaves.

The Nine Elders' eyes widened, and they gritted their teeth, revealing a sense of madness on their faces.

Lan Anqi slowly opened his eyes, feeling both relieved, missing, and guilty, which made his eyes moisten all of a sudden.

"Who dares to kill my disciple of Drunken Flower Building!"

A vigorous shout shook the ten-mile red maple forest, and the hunting wind blew from the forest, and the red leaves turned into a burning sea of fire with the wind, burning the heavy ring-headed knife into powder in an instant. A maple leaf fell on the executioner's thick arm, and suddenly a wisp of green smoke rose, causing him to scream, and he turned and ran down the execution table in panic.

Lan Anqi raised his head and looked at the familiar figure in front of him with tears in his eyes.

An Yifei's eyes were red, he bit his lower lip, nodded and shook his head, and his whole body was trembling.

Zixi, who was already on the verge of collapse, burst into tears, and after spending such a day in trepidation, she finally saw the person closest to her and loved her the most, and cried out like a child with great grievances: "Uncle Hua Ming! ”

Hua Ming stepped on the burning maple leaves, her clothes danced, like a fairy stepping on the sunset, and walked to the execution table.

Lan Anqi smiled bitterly and said, "You shouldn't have come. ”

"Should I pretend I don't know about you and hide in the woods?" Hua Ming looked at her junior, her eyes showed love, and she smiled flatly: "Are you really a demon girl who does all kinds of evil?" Stinky boy, I'm your uncle, haven't I been covering you since the beginning? ”

Lan Anqi looked at Uncle Shi's familiar delicate face and the dazzling black patterns on her face, and her heart was full of emotion, but it was extremely warm.

"Just in time!" The Ninth Elder shouted, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Today is your death date!" ”

With the appearance of Hua Ming, those soldiers suddenly became afraid, where could they fight against this rumored demon girl who killed people without blinking, they trembled and held the blades in their hands, and could only retreat in a hurry.

But there were a few soldiers, with grim faces, who threw away their helmets and rushed out.

What they held in their hands was the Sword of Divine Court Cleansing.

The one person in the lead is the Divine Court's punishment division!

"Flower tea! Midnight Forest, you are not my opponent with the power of the demon's remnant soul and monstrous death qi, since you have chosen to come out, then go and die! The warden screamed, stretched out his arms, and the palms of his hands glowed, forming two balls of light, and then he closed his hands, and the two dazzling balls of light merged into one, turning into a small sun, and rushed straight forward.

Hua Ming did not retreat but advanced, passing over Lan Anqi and the three of them, and countless maple leaves gathered between the beckonings, and those fiery red maple leaves instantly dimmed, turning into inky pitch black, and quickly fused into a black lotus.

The blooming black lotus flower met the ball of light as dazzling and blazing as the sun, like the clash of light and darkness, the two pressed together, and in an instant, burst out with incomparably powerful energy.

A violent wave exploded from the junction of light and darkness, scattering like a roaring wave!

Ten miles of red maple trembled wildly, and the bodies of those soldiers who had not retreated far fell upside down on the city wall, and even those deacons of the Divine Court who rushed over were forced to stop their steps and use all their strength to protect themselves.

And Lan Anqi and the three of them were also blown away by the violent energy, fell into the red maple forest, and fell into a rut. If it weren't for the fact that Hua Ming didn't forget to cross behind the three of them in the crisis, I'm afraid all three of them

Be severely injured by this escaping energy.

"Uncle Hua Ming has already stepped into the Xuanji." An Yifei, whose hands were tied, struggled to sit up from the ground, ignoring the dust on his face, and couldn't help but feel excited when he looked at Uncle Hua Ming's back.

A few months ago, Uncle Hua Ming was still in the middle of the heavenly change, but she didn't expect that in such a short period of time, she would break through the Xuanji in one fell swoop?

Lan Anqi leaned against a maple tree, but he was not too surprised, Hua Ming was already extraordinary, even higher than all the uncles, but he was just laughing and scolding on weekdays, and he was not diligent, resulting in slow cultivation and low realm. Moreover, when he was in Qianfeng Town, Uncle Hua Ming was already at the peak of the Heavenly Transformation Middle Realm, and he was only one step away from the upper realm. With the blessing of death qi and her desperate hard cultivation, it is not difficult to enter the Xuan Pole at this time. But Lan Anqi still said with a heavy face: "That can't be the opponent of the Punishment Division." ”

The three of them were staring at it, and Hua Ming was using a secret technique that Drunken Flower Building would never pass on - the moonlight white lotus, but under the fusion of dead air, the white lotus turned ink. The pitch-black lotus flower was eroded by the light, and it was visible to the naked eye that it was withering in pieces.

After all, the Punishment Division is a peerless master who has been immersed in the Xuanji Middle Realm for a long time, and this little sun-like light cluster seems simple and rude, but it should actually be a variant of the Divine Court's secret method Yang Tian Shen Yao Technique, and the power is naturally extremely powerful.

Hua Ming had the support of countless deaths in the Midnight Forest before, and she couldn't face the order of the warden, but relied on the help of the three-hundred-year-old demon remnant soul to deal with it. At this time, she walked out of the Midnight Forest, and Hua Ming also knew that she was not the opponent of the Punishment Division, but even if she died, she couldn't watch her beloved fall in front of her again!

The black flowers on Hua Ming's face bloomed, and her left eye turned into a pitch-black vortex, but even if she urged all her strength, she was still slowly retreating.

An Yifei said anxiously: "Isn't Uncle Shi going to die here, we have to help, ah, damn, why is this rope so tight!" ”

The reason why Lan Anqi leaned against the tree was also to try to untie the rope that bound his hands, under the suppression of this rope, he could not exert his own strength, and the rope was really tightly tied, and it could not be opened at all for a while.

"Who's going to help!" Zixi couldn't support it when she looked at Uncle Hua Ming, and she couldn't help but feel anxious, and tears like waterdrops slipped down her cheeks. In this crisis, she subconsciously shouted: "Brother Jiang Ling, come and help me." ”

When An Yifei heard this shout, he couldn't help but say helplessly: "Jiang Ling is a Skywalker, not a god, how can he come here, let's think of a way ourselves." ”

Zixi bit her lower lip and cried aggrievedly and blamed herself: "But I can't help it, I'm too useless, if only Brother Jiang Ling was here, he must have a way." ”

"It's all this time, cry what are you crying!" An Yifei was so impatient that he was about to go crazy, and he couldn't help but lose control of his emotions and scolded Zixi.

"Hey, it's all this time, isn't it okay to bully my junior sister?"

A clear voice came, and An Yifei couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that he was hallucinating.

Lan Anqi turned his head to look at the man beside him in surprise, and then couldn't help but smile gently.

Zixi stopped crying, blinked her tear-filled eyes, and looked at the man who appeared next to her in disbelief with a small mouth.

"That's right, if you miss me, you have to say it out loud, maybe I'll hear it."

Jiang Ling stood in the last little afterglow of the sun, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to Zixi.