A few days later.

Outside the Strange Canyon, the Wei-Yan border known as the slaughterhouse.

At dusk.

There was a tremor in the ground, and the sound of iron horses galloping could be heard in the distance.

The Wei army lined up, quickly assembled the formation, and stopped more than a thousand meters away from the boundary card, they were just sweeping the formation for the Holy Son, and they could not interfere.

The knights who watched the battle in the Great Wei River and Lake also gathered, and the show was about to start.

The battle between the Holy Gate Son and the first person in the Shadow Academy Palace is about to begin!

However, they will not give any help either.

Because, this is a showdown.

And the stage in the distance belongs to that man.

At the end of the horizon, the blood-colored banner of the Yan Kingdom appeared under the magnificent light.

The pattern is a blood-red waning moon floating above a blue glacier, and there is a shadow corresponding to the waning moon in the glacier.

The waning moon refers to the royal family of the Yan Kingdom.

The glacier refers to the largest river that runs through the east and west in the Yan Kingdom, and it is also the mother river that gave birth to the people of the Yan Kingdom.

The shadow in the river refers to the shadow school palace, indicating that the school palace is like the reflection of the royal family.

The Iron Rider approached.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and crossed his knees, sitting at the level of the Wei country's boundary card, and stood still.

The Hundred Battles Dark Gold Sword was placed horizontally on his knees, and his black hair was stirred up by the airflow brought by the impact of the opponent's iron horse, revealing a vast heavenly court and a slightly delicate face.

The murderous aura almost rushed head-on, but Xia Ji didn't open his eyes.

Sou!!

Suddenly.

A sharp light shot from afar.

The sharp light tore through the air, and even stirred up the sound of wind and thunder.

The target turned out to be the boundary card of Great Wei.

The Yan Kingdom Boundary Card was cut in half when Xia Ji killed Murong Tea in seconds, and the people who came were not to be outdone, and they wanted to destroy this boundary card first.

Or maybe it's a temptation.

In the eyes of the crowd.

One moment, Xia Ji was still sitting, and the next moment, he was already standing in front of the boundary card, and the afterimage passed by, like two abrupt pictures frozen.

The probe held the sharp light.

The light suddenly stopped.

It was a long knife.

Xia Ji casually threw it aside.

If you completely comprehend the end of the world, and then drive by the mystical qi, you can count miles in one step.

Xia Ji was driven by his true qi, although he couldn't reach a single mile, but in this place where his eyes could reach, he could still do it like a phantom.

A few breaths, the consumed true qi is filled back.

The long knife was naturally thrown by Murong Tianlong, and he casually took the knife of the soldier beside him and projected it.

Seeing Xia Ji so shocked to block his own knife.

He wasn't annoyed, he just snorted coldly: "Interesting, this person is worth my killing." ”

Then you have to hurry forward.

Feng Rui hurriedly whispered: "Tianlong be careful, this little beast has some ability, you don't want to fall into his way." ”

Murong Tianlong paused slightly, and patted the knife box on his back, "There is a magic knife, killing him is like slaughtering a dog." ”

Feng Rui had to say anything more, Murong Tianlong had already stepped forward.

It was a pitch-black horse.

When he was halfway through the gallop, Murong Tianlong suddenly turned over and stood on the back of the galloping horse, pulled open the Sanskrit chain with his left hand, and slapped his right hand, which was to suspend Zhang Xu's knife box under his palm and follow the horse.

Murong Tianlong's luck raised his voice, and his voice was so clear that he could hear it clearly for several miles:

"The time I've been away has made you famous.

became famous, it's not good to hide and hide, you have to say crazy words, and wait here.

Are you waiting to die?!!"

With a sinister laugh, his right hand was already in the knife case.

The lid of the box was lifted, and a thick tumbling black gas rose from it.

Murong Tianlong's hand reached into the black qi and grasped the cold knife shaft.

Snapped.

The lid and body of the box were like two coffin lids, deeply and obliquely inserted into the ground on the side, but not more than halfway.

Xia Ji looked at the visitor indifferently.

His face was handsome, thin but strong, his eyes were full of evil spirits, and his black hair in his shawl moved backwards with the gallop of the horse, but the horse was running, but he stood on it as if nothing was wrong.

Maintain a balance between movement and stillness.

It seems to merge these two diametrically opposed states, and it is wonderful.

The knife he held in his right hand was about three-quarters of a foot long, with a black-veined carved dragon rod, I don't know what material it was made of, the blade was a terrible evil dragon swallowing the sky, and the open huge mouth spit out a blade like a waning moon, the back of the knife was bent, and the three forks behind it seemed to be the three sharp horns born by the fierce dragon.

The knife patterns are disorderly, changing in the sun, sometimes like water streaks, sometimes like flames.

Even though Murong Tianlong was still far away, Xia Ji could faintly hear the wonderful roar of the evil dragon.

Sure enough, it's a magic knife.

Master duel, only in an instant.

And before this moment, countless thoughts will flash by every second.

These thoughts are abundant at first, but as we get closer to each other, they decrease dramatically.

In the end, the gods had no thoughts, and only instinct was left to fight.

And in this process, every second, a lot happens.

Murong Tianlong's evil qi suddenly grew, and this birth was like a whirlpool, sweeping in all directions, and then gathering back on the magic knife, the evil dragon in the magic knife seemed to feel this evil qi, and screamed happily.

The sky was filled with the roar of evil dragons.

The people around the battle watched in horror.

Boom!!

Murong Tianlong suddenly jumped up, and the horse he was riding suddenly let out a wail, and his body was torn, and it actually broke into two under this step!

The horse's blood splattered, its body was torn, and it rushed out several meters, and it was extremely brutal.

The knights watching the battle in Dawei were all stunned.

On the other hand, Yan Guo is happy.

Murong Tianlong, who flew up, held the knife in both hands, and his whole body was wrapped in a blood-red aura, and this aura gradually merged with the knife, as if it was an evil dragon descending from the sky.

"Black Cloud Slash City!Give me death!!"

The evil dragon pounced on the young man who was still standing on the ground, still not drawing his sword.

The boy closed his eyes, as if he was still waiting for something.

But what could he wait?

If you don't draw the knife, it's too late!

Xiao Luding clenched his fists tightly, nervous.

Although she also brought the elixir to heal her injuries and rejuvenate her qi this time, she even brought bandages and alcohol, hoping that the Holy Son would be able to use it if he was injured.

But... She suddenly felt that there was no chance of using these at all.

She intertwined her fingers and began to chant "Amitabha, Amitabha", but she didn't believe in Buddha for a day...

At this time, it began to be improvized.

In my heart, I silently said, "Buddha bless, Buddha bless."

Because, she couldn't think of what to do.

The Murong Heavenly Dragon in the sky seems to be an evil dragon.

Xiao Lu Ding asked himself selfishly, if he became a thousand times stronger, would he be able to resist this knife?

The answer is, she will be crushed into slag!!

The battle-hardened soldiers and generals were also cold, and they finally understood how terrifying a martial arts master was.

Such an existence is simply invincible on the battlefield.

Fortunately... Fortunately, manpower is sometimes exhausted.

If you are not extraordinary, you will be grinded to death after all.

Mr. Big Fengrui stroked the goat's whiskers and smiled with satisfaction.

The roar of the evil dragon and the evil aura of Murong Tianlong, the sword intent combined, and turned into this knife.

That little brute, it's dead, right?!

He will inevitably be cut in half from head to toe, and before he dies, there will be a look of fear in his eyes, right?

Ha ha!

It's so fun to think about.

Kill!

Murong Tianlong, kill him! Kill this little brute who has tarnished the prestige of Dayan!!