Three days later, Zhao Guoluocheng.

The huge city has the gates of the four sides wide open. The streets and alleys are full of dense crowds.

All the people waited eagerly, and their eyes eagerly looked at the empty place at the south gate of Los Angeles.

The emptiness of the south gate contrasts sharply with the crowds that fill the city. It was as if countless people were waiting for their king to come.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that you had made an appointment to enter Los Angeles and negotiate with Shikoku? Why don't they have a shadow now? ”

"The kings and ministers of the four kingdoms of Qi, Chuyan, and Zhao are all by Luoshui, it is impossible for them not to come!"

"It's hard to say, now that the Qin Demon Alliance is in full swing, they are not afraid of the armies of our four countries at all! For three days, they marched directly from the Qin-Zhao border to camp fifty miles outside Luocheng, during which they hardly encountered any resistance! ”

"Who dares to resist! They are a group of devils, and the blood of the 200,000 Yan Zhao army in Seoul has not yet dried up! ”

"The name of killing gods is not covered, Qin Demon was originally the most powerful existence in the Dynasty Continent. Now, under the leadership of the God of Killing, it has reached an unprecedented level! ”

"You don't understand! You don't understand! In the midst of the discussion, a young man in iron armor held his head in his hands, his eyes showed horror, as if he was muttering to himself, as if looking for support: "Those demons, they cut off the heads of our companions and tied them around their waists!" When they see us, they are like wolves seeing sheep! Our heads are like treasures in their eyes, and their eyes are glowing green! ”

Next to the young man, an old man in a coarse linen shirt gently patted his back, and said to the curious crowd with a wry smile: "We are from Zhao Guo Cinema, two days ago, the city lord of the cinema led the army to resist the god-killing Qin Demon Alliance army passed through the studio, and my son is a soldier. In that battle, the city lord originally thought that the city walls were strong and could resist them for two or three days, reversing the decadent momentum of Zhao Guoda's army. Who knows, the whole battle lasted only a quarter of an hour. The soldiers of our studio collapsed when they saw them besiege the city, and so did my son. ”

Behind the old man, a man whose face was almost crossed by a hideous scar walked up, and it turned out to be Situ Qingji.

Behind Situ Qingji, Shan Zheng, Huang Diewu, and Zhao Rui all had calm faces.

Situ Qingji put his right hand on the old man's shoulder, and the old man turned his head and looked at his hideous face, and his face turned pale with horror.

Zhao Rui hurriedly walked up, removed Situ Qingji's hand on the old man's shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, the old man, he is just injured, and his face looks scary." Actually, I just want to ask, have you ever seen the God of Killing himself? ”

The old man looked around, and when he saw that it was all people, he couldn't help but feel a little bolder, nodded and said, "I've seen it, he's too obvious!" I've never seen anyone use the Divine Bird Phoenix as a mount! He was the first! ”

"Is that what he looks like?" A cold voice said. I saw Situ Qingji holding a scroll in his hand, opened it, and a young man wearing a white sword robe was drawn inside.

As soon as he saw the portrait of the young man, the old man's eyes showed a look of horror, and the young man who was holding his head in his hands just now screamed miserably, rushing left and right in the crowd: "Devil! The devil wants to kill me! ”

The old man awoke from his fright, and hurried after him, calling the young man's name as he spoke.

Situ Qingji's hands were clenched into fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and with his body as the center, a murderous aura visible to the naked eye spread around.

"Impossible! When pigs fly! In the past two and a half years, our company has had countless opportunities to achieve the position of martial god, why is he called 'killing god'? Situ Qingji roared in a low voice.

Two and a half years ago, they and Zhang Sui met at the Terran Wuxingtai on the eastern border of Qin, and at that time, both of them were high-level warrior cultivators.

In that battle, Zhang Sui's rookie team easily killed the Rhino Demon Beast and Gu Feizhang of the Martial Sect Cultivator, while they, known as the "Most Potential Samurai Team", sacrificed one of their team members in the battle with Gu Feizhang.

In the two and a half years since they separated, Situ Qingji has been fighting every day, in order to be ashamed.

God treats him well, and their team continues to find treasures, get various inheritances, and their cultivation is rising day by day.

In two and a half years, one intermediate martial god and three lower-level martial gods were successfully promoted to the team.

He thought that he would finally be able to appear in front of Zhang Sui in a dignified manner, and he was sure that their team was definitely the fastest changing in the Dynasty Continent.

However, he never expected that by the time they got Zhang Sui's information, he would be the existence that terrified the entire Dynasty Continent!

Zhang Sui, the first demon general of the demon clan, Feng Jiu, killed the god, in fact, he knew it when he first heard this name. It's just that he can't accept this cruel truth at all!

Shan Zheng hurriedly walked up, pressed Situ Qingji's shoulders with both hands, and persuaded: "Captain, you have to be calm!" It's full of civilians, and they can't stand your murderous aura! ”

Zhao Rui echoed: "That's right, captain." Maybe Zhang Sui's strength has not made much progress at all, relying on the reputation of Leng Wushen. No one said what his cultivation was, and the generation of 'Killing God' was only because his army was strong and cruel! ”

Huang Die danced: "He's coming soon, and you'll be able to see it then." The captain doesn't have to be so excited, there shouldn't be any more opportunities to have an opportunity against the sky like us. If it's just a turn of personal strength, captain, he won't be your opponent. ”

The murderous aura gradually subsided, Situ Qingji's eyes returned to normal, and he said in a deep voice: "Zhang Sui, I will let you see my current strength!" ”

Zhao Rui, Shan Zheng and Huang Diewu glanced at each other, and their eyes showed a worried look.

Suddenly, there was a uniform sound of horses' hooves outside the south gate of Los Angeles.

Everyone held their breath and stared dead out of the city.

At the south gate, the envoys of the four countries sorted out their clothes one after another.

After a while, I saw two columns of cavalry appear.

Everyone took a breath of cool air.

The cavalry on the left is the demon soldiers, and the cavalry on the right is the soldiers of the Qin State, and there are a total of 100 soldiers in these two columns, all of whom are unified superior martial king cultivators!

Moreover, what is terrifying is that even from a long distance, everyone can feel the trembling killing intent on them!

Next to the two columns of cavalry, a young man wearing purple and gold armor, with a pair of plate axes pinned to his waist, his face was tense, it was Ashin.

Next to Ashin, the master was wearing a white sword robe, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and kept shaking the fan in his hand.

Seeing this, the envoys of the four countries hurriedly greeted them.

Zhao Rui exclaimed in surprise and said, "The Martial Sect that followed Zhang Sui, who only had a high-level martial arts cultivator!" He even has a lower-level martial god cultivation! ”

Situ Qingji's face was gloomy, and he slowly walked towards the south gate. The surrounding crowd was knocked out by him, and several people got up and wanted to curse, but when they saw that it was Situ Qingji, they stopped talking again.

Shan Zheng hurriedly grabbed Situ Qingji and said, "Captain, no, now he is not an ordinary martial artist, he is a killing god!"

(End of chapter)