And Zhou Ruyi is a famous spirit array master in the entire Nanchuan, who trapped Feng Xingtian before, it was the spirit array he personally arranged, with the cultivation of the Feng Xingtian Martial King, he was trapped by Zhou Ruyi's spirit array for more than ten days, if it wasn't for the guidance of a master later, I am afraid that it would not be useful to get out of trouble now.

More than 10,000 people in the Ming Pavilion were trapped by the spirit array set up by Yin Maniac alone, this was the horror of the spirit array master, and it was also something that everyone definitely did not expect in advance. The twists and turns of the Corpse Ridge are strange, and it is not suitable for the army to ambush, but the Spirit Array Master just uses the terrain to set up the formation, and I have to say that the Poison Master understands the ability of his disciples.

As for the Fifth Road Chinese Army led by Feng Shuai, tens of thousands of people and tens of thousands of people of the poison division had a frontal battle, corpses were everywhere, countless casualties, and the two sides were at a stalemate, but the wind and the sky were full of corpse ridges, and Zhou Ruyi knew that the spirit array had been broken, so he left to find his senior brother poison master.

Zhou Ruyi and the poison master are actually not the same teacher, but the two are like-minded and have many common opinions, so they often learn from each other and ask for advice, and over time, they are called each other's brothers and sisters.

A spirit array division at the peak of the martial arts sect joined the battle, the balance was completely broken, the Feng family army was defeated, tens of thousands of people were scattered, and dozens of large and small teams were divided.

When Feng Xingtian heard this series of news, he immediately hated and angered in his heart, hating the cunning of the poisoner, and actually using his second brother's march to ambush his father, but he was angry, and he wanted to get out of trouble and break the formation, but he didn't want to hurt his father instead, and he was defeated and flew around.

Feng Xingjun took out the map, and then found his current location, and found that this place was at least hundreds of miles away from Feiyun Stream, and the Sword Pavilion Road was the nearest road, he no longer hesitated, turned over his horse, and went straight to the Sword Pavilion Road.

It was another half day, the wind marched to the Sword Pavilion Road a few miles away, looking at the sky pass in front of him, all around were high slopes, and each other built a high platform of seven or eight zhang high every three zhang, the high platform was made of iron, unbreakable, and impermeable.

The interior of the high-rise building is several meters wide and can accommodate more than a dozen people, and it is filled with arrows, firearms, iron-cast gloves, and a bow, and every two people high is a partition, which is poured with molten iron, and is very strong.

On top of the iron sheet, there are countless palm-sized holes, which are used by the archers in the iron tower to shoot arrows. The tall buildings are connected to each other by iron chains as thick as an adult's arm, and they are continuous for several miles in a radius.

The iron chain is not an ordinary thing, but a lock spirit stone, an ordinary martial art or a divine weapon, but as soon as it comes into contact with this iron chain, the spiritual power will be dissipated, so it does not mean that the strong can easily break through.

The source of the Sword Pavilion Dao, one is the high-rise Sword Pavilion that has been continuously repaired and improved over the years, and the other is because the continuous iron building is surrounded by a giant sword that stretches for several miles, therefore, the Sword Pavilion Dao, many people also call it the Arrow Pavilion Dao.

But as the so-called hundred secrets must be sparse, there are actually a few blind spots around the Sword Pavilion Road, but the poison master has not occupied the Sword Pavilion Road for a long time, so he doesn't know these hidden paths, otherwise it will be difficult for Xue Ziliang's thousands of people to borrow the Sword Pavilion Road safely.

Feng Xingtian is in the royal capital of the imperial city all the year round, although he often exchanges letters with his father and second brother, but he doesn't know the mystery near this Sword Pavilion Road, this kind of thing is secret, and it is naturally impossible to record it in the classics.

At this moment, it was night, the sky was dark, and Feng Xingjun looked at the high-rise buildings in front of him, and there was a moment of hesitation in his heart.

Forcibly crossing the Sword Pavilion Road at night, it is several times more dangerous than during the day, although he is already a cultivator of the Martial King, but he knows that this place is no better than other passes, and one or two ordinary Martial Kings may not be able to survive safely.

But he was concerned about his father's safety, and he really didn't want to delay until dawn, so he touched the head of the war horse that followed him all the way, and then raised his whip, and resolutely walked towards the Sword Pavilion Road in his heart.

At the right time, the sky was dark, and the soldiers in the high-rise building of Sword Pavilion Road saw a figure approaching quickly, and when they got closer, they saw clearly that it was a black horse, the figure on the horseback was long, and a long hair moved with the wind, but the light was too poor to see the person's face clearly, but it should not be very old.

"Two adults, someone has trespassed on the Sword Pavilion Road, do you want to shoot them immediately?"

The attic in the center was unusually large, several times the size of an ordinary iron tower, and two men were watching the figure of Feng Xingjun from afar, because they were nearly a kilometer away from here, so the soldiers who reported it did not know Feng Xingtian's identity.

"It's better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one, not long ago I was attacked by the veteran Beichen and the famous general Xue Ziliang, and was almost broken through the Sword Pavilion Road, and now there is a person with a strong breath riding a war horse to break through, and the poison division army that was immortal in the previous catastrophe is now like a bird with a frightened bow.

And the poisoner is also very aware of the importance of the Sword Pavilion Dao, the Sword Pavilion Dao is in his own hands, firstly, he can hold the danger and ensure the continuous supply of grain and grass, and secondly, he can be condescending and use it as a basis to look down on the Tianfeng Empire.

The one in charge of the Sword Pavilion Dao is the two disciples of the poison master, the leader is the fourth disciple sword maniac, and the auxiliary one is the eighth disciple war maniac, the sword maniac is the seventh level of the martial sect, and the battle mania is the fifth level of the martial sect, a few days ago, the two of them worked together to kill the veteran Beichen.

Sou... Whoosh ......

The arrows in the sky pierced the sky, shot out from the tall buildings, and went straight to the wind and the sky, the wind and the sky bow appeared, the body dodged left and right, and an arrow was shot, fast to the extreme.

Keng ......

The sound of metal came, and Feng Xingtian saw an arrow carrying his Martial King cultivation, and the moment it touched the iron chain, the spiritual power was slowly dispersed, and then it fell to the ground with a soft sound.

It is a great wonder that the sky is popular, I didn't expect this Sword Pavilion Dao to be so mysterious, it seems that there must have been a spirit seal master who used earth-shattering means to make this Sword Pavilion Dao so difficult to break.

The wind rode his horse and set up his bow, and shot several arrows at the huge iron tower in the middle.

Bang......

There was another loud crashing sound, and all the spiritual power arrows of the Heavenly Bow were resisted. Feng Xingtian's eyes sharpened, and he slapped the back of the black horse suddenly, and then the whole person kicked up.

Behind him is the white wings agitation, the spiritual power is wrapped, the wind rises from the sky, and the figure is like a dazzling light in the night, flapping its wings rapidly.

"Flying in the sky!"

The battle maniac in the middle iron tower was shocked, he didn't expect Feng Xingtian to be a martial king powerhouse, but the sword maniac on the side stared at the boss, and suddenly pushed the battle maniac, and said in surprise.

"Wait, Eighth Senior Brother, look at this person, Martial King Xiuwei, white wings, not very old, richly dressed, like the Feng Xingtian who captured the senior brother!"

The war maniac was stunned for a moment, and then he was also stunned, and then carefully looked at the elegant figure on that side.

"It's him, it's definitely that little miscellaneous of the Feng family, this Sword Pavilion Road has passed all the way, it happens to be Feiyun Stream, he is not Fengxingtian, why would he forcibly break through at such a moment? Senior brother, I'm going to kill him and be ashamed of Senior Brother!"

The sword maniac grabbed him, then shook his head, holding his sword and staring at the figure of Feng Xingtian, and said with hatred.

"Eighth junior brother, don't be reckless, this Fengxingtian cultivation is extraordinary, even the senior brother is carelessly captured, how is your and my cultivation his opponent, it is better to use this sword pavilion to take advantage of the danger, plus there is no road around, the high slope helps, the low-lying people and horses are sad, in this iron tower and he is around, he and Tianming, even if the wind is the capital of the sky, the demon is very evil, and he must be exhausted, at that time, my senior brothers and sisters will work together to kill, and they will be able to kill Fengxingtian in one fell swoop!"

The war maniac was unwilling, but he still calmed down according to his words and stared at the wind unwillingly.

After Feng Xingtian made more than ten unsuccessful shots, he dodged the arrows on the side, and began to calm down, he heard that the poison master attacked the Sword Pavilion Dao by surprise, but the real attack on this danger was to take advantage of the time.

He took advantage of the southwest wind to make a big move, ordered people to throw thousands of barrels of fire oil from a distance with siege vehicles, and then ordered the army to shoot the Sword Pavilion Road with rockets.

The range of the poison division archers was tens of meters longer than usual, but the Feng family defenders released arrows against the wind, but it was not as good as the normal range.

At that time, the soldiers relied on the iron tower to be strong and unbreakable, and it was expected that the poison master would not be able to break through this danger, but he didn't want the poison master to burn a fire for a night, even if the martial arts in the iron tower were cultivated, but after all, they were just mortal bodies, wearing armor, wearing iron gloves, and the walls were all iron, and they couldn't stand it under the high temperature.

So they rushed to escape, but they were killed by rockets in the sky and died in the fire, and the defenders were more than 5,000 people, all of whom were reduced to ashes.

In this battle, even if it was Feng Shuai Feng Jizhong, who was the opponent, he had to admire the poison master's methods after learning about it, which could turn the geographical advantage of the Sword Pavilion Dao into a weakness, and then took advantage of the heavens to lay a victory with a fire attack and open the door of Tianfeng's country.

Feng Xingjun dodged while looking at the surrounding iron towers, and had to admire the poison master's strategy and methods, he personally used fire to capture the Sword Pavilion Road, but he was afraid that the Feng family army would take it back with the same means, so he ordered someone to dig the low-lying place deep overnight, and then began to store water inside.

If the Feng family's army attacked with fire again, the puddle under this tall building would be able to save the emergency, but the poison master never thought that his deliberate plan would be self-defeating, fulfilling Feng Xingtian, and giving Feng Xingtian the opportunity to move the first battle in Nanchuan.

The ice attribute spiritual power of the wind and sky blue shrouded his body, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and his left hand was like an ice sculpture, and he moved again with a bow, and the arrow was cold, but the target was not a high attic, but a puddle on the ground.

......

The puddle quickly froze, and then spread, all the way to the Sword Pavilion, and it was not weak but strong, taking advantage of the water to help, the cold ice began to wrap around the iron tower all the way up, surrounding the iron tower several feet high and impermeable.