No one can describe the shocking scene.

The personal slaughter of the army is not unheard of in history, but at that time, the transcendents after cutting off the love thread.

But the transcendent who forcibly shot was soon besieged and killed.

Transcendents cannot directly attack the mundane forces, they can only maintain some kind of balance, unless the clan and the country are on the verge of extinction, they will not do it.

It's all transcendental.

But...

The Son is by no means extraordinary.

But he trampled more than 6,000 corpses under his feet.

There is no shortage of Tianyuan's masters in Dayan's rivers and lakes.

In Deng Zezhen's eyes, Zhai Zhenzhong, the chief steward of the Binghe Gang who accompanied him, was like lightning, clinging to the long grass and flying out!

The Binghe Gang is a big gang, although it is ranked below the Great Yan Shadow Academy, but it is on a three-legged basis with the Northland Torture Hall, which is commonly known as the Peeling Hall, and the White Tiger Society, which has a very heavy killing spirit.

Zhai Zhenzhong is undoubtedly a master of Tianyuan, he uses a long spear, at this moment, the tip of the spear is in front, the person is behind, and the tip is a little cold, breathtaking!

Although the Holy Son didn't know how to kill Wei Jun, the realm gap was here.

As Tian Yuan, he should be able to crush the True Yuan Realm.

After all, he has a hint of mystery.

"White Bird Soaring!"

Zhai Zhenzhong's expression was cold, and the gun was full of mighty true qi.

Before the tip of the gun arrived, the biting wind had already swooped in first.

It was as if the range of his gun was many times larger.

The cold wind condensed into the shape of a bird under the moon.

With a fierce aura, the flying bird swept by, and with a faint sharp hiss, it hit Xia Ji's chest.

This is the power of the wind of heaven and earth, turned into a "spirit", and is driven to attack Xia Ji.

Deng Zezhen couldn't help but wake up when he saw this situation, and exhaled: "At the end of the strong crossbow, it turns out that the Holy Son can't move for a long time." ”

"Yes, let's rush over!"

"Steward Zhai, kill him!!"

The Great Yan Knights, who had just frozen, moved again.

Boom!!

The white bird slammed into Xia Ji!

Zhai Zhenzhong, who was in the Tianyuan Realm, suddenly stopped, and was three zhang away from Xia Ji, in fact, there was a look of shock in his eyes.

In the full moon.

In the west wind.

The Holy Son's black hair danced wildly, as if the blow that had gathered the Tian Yuan master just now was just tickling for him.

With his eyes closed, he was savoring the power of the white bird's flight.

"Hmm... Breaking through the protection of my four Jiazi internal force, I also completely consumed the internal force of Liangjiazi, according to the current recovery speed, I need half a stick of incense time to adjust the recovery.

Sure enough, this heaven and earth mystic qi is powerful.

Fighting with the Sacred Heart before, I completely broke through her aura with the sword momentum and the internal force of Sijiazi, it seems that Sijiazi is the lowest equipment of Tian Yuan, right?

Sure enough, I was still too weak. ”

Xia Ji was thinking about and analyzing, and even thought that he was growing too slowly.

However, Zhai Zhenzhong was already scared to pee.

He had never seen anyone use his physical body to resist his Tianyuan's blow.

It was a powerful blow from me just now, and I didn't spare my hand or try it.

Although the distance was far away, the use of Xuan Qi that he had comprehended was like this.

The tip of the spear is pointing, and the white bird flies, even steel can cut it.

But the blow that could break the iron didn't cause any damage to the Great Wei Holy Son?

He was stunned.

Xia Ji moved suddenly, reaching out and holding the Hundred Battle Knife behind him.

Just try the 1 unit of death true meaning you just get.

He was fast, but he was slow to draw his sword.

It's so fast that it pulls into a phantom, and it's so slow that it comes out inch by inch like a snail.

Where the blade was unsheathed, black smoke billowed out.

In the eyes of Zhai Zhenzhong, the manager of the Binghe Gang and the master of Tianyuan, it was not the case at all.

All he saw was a demon with teeth and claws, wrapped in black smoke.

The black smoke swelled more and more, forming a strange phantus that seemed to be a patchwork of puffy flesh, charred flesh, and snow-white skin.

The appearance of the phantom is like a death prediction!

Kenneth !!

The knife is unsheathed.

Zhai Zhenzhong was a master of Tianyuan, raised his hand and shook the gun, and the body of the gun suddenly slashed through most of the fierce black shadows like a bow, smashing it towards the comer, and the power was extraordinary.

Even in the eyes of the big Yan knights who passed by, the steward of the Binghe Gang deserved to be a few masters, and this blow was powerful.

They couldn't even see the demon shadow on Xia Ji's body!!

But in the center of Zhai Zhen, he was so frightened that he was sweating profusely.

Because, this blow seems to be ruthless, but it is strong on the outside.

He couldn't even give full play to his thirty percent strength.

It seems that the sword momentum has completely suppressed his strength...'

How come?!

In a flash.

"King's Landing!"

The hundred battle knives came out, smashing the steel spear, and also cutting off the body of the Tianyuan steward, and split it into two.

Zhai Zhenzhong looked down at his body that had been cut open by his waist, the red line was cracked, and the sharp pain came, and what he thought in his mind at the last moment was:

What King's Landing? This is the Demon King, right?

The knights of the Yan Kingdom, who just thought that "the Holy Son of Great Wei is already the end of the strong crossbow", almost couldn't believe their eyes.

Spike!

See you again!

Fuck, Holy Son, you killed Murong Cha in seconds, and you killed Tianyuan master Zhai Zhenzhong in seconds, and you even stepped on top of six thousand corpses.

You're going to heaven!

In fact, if they knew that Dayan's nearly 3,000 elite soldiers were also killed in seconds, they didn't know how they would feel.

Now.

The heroes of the Yan Kingdom were already frightened, and the Holy Son lowered his head and raised his sword, that image was already deeply imprinted in their minds, and in the future, when they practiced martial arts, they would only see this figure at the critical moment of the demons.

Can.

Maybe I can't wait for later.

"Run!!"

"Separate and escape!"

"The Holy Son must be the end of the crossbow, hurry up!"

"Why don't you go up?"

"A bunch of idiots, you've been running hundreds of meters (in my head) for the time you guys are talking. ”

Although there were really a few Yan Guo knights who were not afraid of death and wanted to pick up the leaks, they rushed forward, but Xia Ji didn't even look at it, and used the knife at will, his speed and strength had completely crushed the skills of these people.

Of course, some of these people who rushed up also had conceited abilities, but those abilities were all fists and legs in front of Xia Ji, and they were vulnerable.

Xia Ji didn't even see the existence of "meaning".

Come to think of it, when he came to this other world, the real "meaning" he had only seen in Pang Jing.

And the momentum generated by "will" can completely weaken the strength of the other party to a certain extent.

Purely in terms of strength, Xia Ji should only be about two Jiazi stronger than Zhai Zhenzhong, but why is Zhai Zhenzhong vulnerable?

Because he was affected by his own momentum, he couldn't exert his strength at all, otherwise the two of them would have needed to break the move for at least ten rounds or so.

Xia Ji just killed the enemy who was close to him, he didn't have any idea of chasing him out, but silently walked to the boundary card of Wei State, watching the enemies who were driven out flee in the wilderness.

He stuck the knife in front of the Realm Card, and luck raised his voice: "I won't chase you, you can help me bring a message to the Shadow Academy." ”

The escaped Yan Guoxia slowed down slightly, and many people turned back.

The full moon has set in the east, and the night is almost over.

The young man with black hair danced wildly, standing with a knife.

"Tell the Shadow Academy Palace that their generation, in my opinion, is nothing more than a generation of roosters and dog thieves, and it is not worth mentioning!"

Silent.

Is this someone mocking the entire younger generation of the Shadow Academy?

The boy laughed heartily, "I'll wait here for three months, and within three months, I'll accept all the challenges from the Shadow Academy.

Get out of here!"

The heroes of the Yan Kingdom are menacing, but at this moment, they are all like defeated dogs, fleeing in embarrassment.

Xia Ji slashed the knife and sat in the slaughterhouse, sitting at the junction of Wei Yan.

Three months after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's going to snow, right?