In the solemn Daxi Forbidden Court, in the dark palace, Emperor Xi sat silently and alone, looking at the letterhead that gradually turned into ashes in front of him, with an indifferent expression.

"Wu Jun...... Luo Yu ...... "Xiahou Mo said softly this unfamiliar name, as the emperor of Daxi, the purpose of mobilizing the forbidden army to besiege the Jing'an Hou Mansion this time is to provoke the resistance of the Jing'an Hou Mansion, so that he can gain insight into the strength of the little-known Beichen Immortal Mountain behind the Hou Mansion. However, after some temptation, the emperor only got four words - unfathomable.

Destroy reincarnation, Mandal Master Power, Butterfly King, Mu Shaoai, Three Sect Rank Order, Feather Man Non-Badger...... These characters, who can be famous no matter where they are placed, frequently appear under the command of Hou Muyu of Jing'an, and before that, the names of these people were all unheard of, which made Xiahou Mo can't help but be cautious. And in the desert, the appearance of Wujun has raised Xiahou Mo's defensiveness against the Jing'an Hou Mansion and Beichen Immortal Mountain to a new level, although they all seem to be faintly dominated by Mu Yu, although Mu Yu has a contract with the monarch and ministers, but the emperor, how can he hand over his life to others.

"Red-crowned border city...... Xiahou Mo thought of the rumored-for-tat force that was against Beichen Immortal Mountain, or could he get more information from here, or borrow his power?

At this moment, another letterhead quietly fell on the table in front of Emperor Xi, and the sharp pen hook told the latest achievements of the people who pressed the city, which was shocking.

"Hmm...... Did all the three sects make a move? How can the royal family be backward, and spread the word that the crown prince, the third prince, and the fourth prince will be replaced by me, and they will ask for the Jing'an Hou Mansion! ”

"Yes!"

As the shadow passed, Emperor Xi's hand flicked, the candlelight went out, and the figure was shrouded in darkness.

"Truth and falsehood, it's here, hum!"

Outside the Jing'an Hou Mansion, the plan is demarcated, the intruder is dead, with the defeat of the forbidden army and Guangjie successively, the Daomen, but seeing the four lights and shadows, they joined forces to form a formation, and suddenly the shape of the four elephants trapped Wujun, and the battle situation was pressing again.

"Up!" The old man in the green robe led by the old man, mastered the wooden sword, flew to the sky, and the sword style on the Dao Gate was like flowing water, swaying out. On the side, the red-clothed Taoist and the Xuanyi Taoist cooperated, and the two tacitly cooperated, attacked with their palms, scattered lightly, and then weaved a killing net. And the last person of the Four Daoists, holding a whisk in his hand, fluttering in white, Haowei Daofa, shot again and again, not to hurt the enemy, but to distract the enemy's attention and win the opportunity to break the enemy.

And Lian Jinze, who was outside the battle situation, looked at the four people in the formation who were attacking one after another, but his face became more and more ugly, but he saw that although the four people were attacking, the people in the field were even more swift, and the sword qi, palm strength, and spells did not come to the body with a single blow, and even the demarcation knife was inserted on the ground not far away as always, which shows that even though they were under siege, the people in the formation still did not do their best.

"Wait, is that all?" Seeing that the opponent's moves were old, Wu Jun knew that the opponent was already poor in donkey skills, and when he landed, his gas state changed, and demonic qi and killing intent gushed out, and the illusion of the four elephants was broken when he landed, and the faces of the four people were blood-red.

"One move, let you know the difference in strength!" The words fell, Wu Jun's first sacrifice immortal palm, but seeing the demon yuan surging, it seemed to be able to swallow the sky and love the sun, which was Rahu's immortal trick - Eclipse Yang Palm! The palm falls, that is, to show the power of the ten directions, the four realms of the inner element backlash, under the crushing of the true yuan, all the bodies exploded and died, the flesh and blood flowed wantonly on the ground full of scars, but the outline is a miserable scene.

"Rahu, you!" In the crowd, seeing that the Taoist friends had entered the Yellow Spring for a moment, the crowd of the Daomen was excited, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten people came out of the formation, without saying a word, each made a great move, and the target was directly aimed at Wujun Luo's throat.

"Noise!" The eyes were lightly raised, the killing intent rose again, Rahu's footsteps stepped down, the qi waves were lifted again, and a group of Taoists cultivated to the low ones into the Yellow Spring, and the slightly higher ones also had qi and blood backlash, each of them saw red, but the courage in his heart was stepped on by one foot, and it was difficult to recover.

"My name is Rahu, and I am a hero and a tyrant." The victor's eyes swept over the timid crowd in front of him, and he slowly spoke: "If you have the courage to challenge me, you also need to have the courage to fall in front of me. ”

"Worthy of the name of Wujun, it is exciting!" At this moment, outside the military formation, there were two more people entering the battle, and everyone saw the two of them, but their faces changed the same, Prince Daxi - Xiahou Tai! The Four Princes of Daxi - Xiahou Ke! Each holds a sword, and the target is exactly - Wujun Rahu.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Fourth Highness!"

"General Lian rest assured." Xiahou Tai said slowly: "We are ordered by my father to try what Wujun can do!" Later, the third brother will also come here, and this matter is the emperor's order, and it has nothing to do with the general. ”

"The Prince?" Luo Hu swept over the two people in front of him, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if there was something on the two of them that was the same as himself and the Thunderbolt Heroes, and in the mansion behind Luo Hu, Mu Shaoai also felt the same thing, and even, that kind of martial arts made Mu Shaoai feel inexplicably familiar.

"Pharmacist, what's wrong?" Sensing that Mu Shaoai's expression was different, he asked.

"Beichen Yuanhuang!" Mu Shaoai said lightly: "It seems that he has indeed come back from the dead, but in a different way from ours." ”

"Beichen Yuanhuang, the leader of the Pampling Sect? The Fallen King of the North? Chong Yin Wuwei raised his eyebrows, and a bad premonition was born in his heart.

"Exactly, it seems that we can't sit still, now that the situation is gradually clear, the strength of Wu Jun is also a deterrent to the strength of the Hou Mansion, this drama should be over." Mu Shaoai stood up and began to walk towards the door, "It depends on whether that Emperor Xi is willing to give this step." ”

"Are you two in the way?" Wu Jun said without raising his head, although the two young people in front of him were extraordinary, he felt that the two of them would not dare to shoot with all their strength, and the two who did not dare to shoot with all their strength would only lose in front of him! Now all he is thinking about is the two people in front of him, is it to kill or spare?

And at this moment, but seeing the golden horse stepping on the street, a spear immediately broke through the air, and the air heard the Langran poem: "The golden car is full of six dragons, and the cloud drives to listen to the history of the long wind." With the poetry in hand, once climb the sun and shoot the sky! ”

"Martial Monarch Luoyu? Today, the wind hangs the martial arts! ”