"It's you?!"

Jiang Licheng looked at the middle-aged man with shock on his face.

"It's Lao Tzu!"

The middle-aged man who suddenly appeared smiled and carried the flat burden on his shoulders, without the bearing of a martial arts master, like a crop man.

The middle-aged man who carried the flat burden on his shoulders was none other than him. It was not long ago that when Jiang Licheng turned into a middle-aged scholar, the middle-aged man who drove the carriage.

After Jiang Licheng thought for a while, he sneered and said:

"I think you're the one who kills the thirteen characters!"

The middle-aged man carrying the flat burden had a sincere smile on his face, neither denying nor admitting it, but just said with a smile: "You broke Lao Tzu's carriage, and the silver you added is not enough!"

Jiang Licheng frowned, and then smiled, "Just because you want to kill Ben Hou?

"It's just that I brought you into the Great Xia Imperial City!"

The middle-aged man laughed.

No one would have thought that not long ago, a scholar who was physically weak and rushed to take the exam would become a Jiang Licheng, who ranked second on the Wuhou list.

And Jiang Licheng never thought that the coachman who was driving the car would have such strength.

originally thought that he was out of the sight of the thirteen killings of the human character, but he never thought that the latter would appear in front of him with a swagger, and sent himself into the Great Xia Imperial City with a scolding.

Thinking of this, Jiang Licheng felt a little bad.

Since the middle-aged man is relieved to let himself in the Great Xia Imperial City today, he must have some plans, or even have no scruples.

In the long sky, Jiang Licheng raised his eyes and looked around, feeling it with his heart, and found that there were not a few more strange breaths in the void, and it was difficult to catch traces.

"Thirteen killings of herringbones, sure enough, it's still here!"

Jiang Licheng smiled, even if the middle-aged man sent him into the Great Xia Imperial City, he believed in his plan, the more the thirteen kills appeared, the more he could kill.

At this moment, outside the Great Xia Imperial City, there was suddenly an extra white-clothed swordsman, holding a sword into the Imperial City!

"Jiang Licheng, tell Ben Hou, who are the praying mantis and who are the yellow finch?"

The middle-aged man carried the flat shoulder and smiled honestly.

Above the sky, Jiang Licheng chuckled, his eyes showed confidence in the overall situation, and he turned around and ordered the black robe in the void, "Set up the formation!"

As soon as Jiang Licheng's words fell, hundreds of black robes in the void suddenly turned into shadows, holding the seal in their hands, and dozens of blood-colored crows poured out of everyone's bodies.

Just between the crows' crows, a blood-colored array appeared in the pitch-black void.

The large array of blood lines was linked, like a river of blood, filled with a heart-palpitating bloody aura, and an extremely terrifying soul dementor power filled the void up and down.

In the Great Xia Imperial City, after seeing the large array of blood crows, hundreds of people's expressions gradually became sluggish, as if they had been manipulated.

At the same time, under the reflection of the large array of blood light, several breaths and figures that were originally hidden in the void were also dispelled as a means of concealment, and their figures gradually revealed.

Under the careful count, there are as many as six hidden figures. Everyone is wearing a ghost head mask, and they look extremely hideous. And in every figure, there seemed to be an astonishing killing aura hidden.

And among them, there is naturally the figure of the fifth killing leaf red sleeve.

Thirteen kills in a herringbone!

Looking at the suddenly extra figures in the void, Jiang Licheng couldn't help but smile, "I really never thought that in order to kill me Jiang Licheng, half of the thirteen killings of the herringbone appeared!"

The middle-aged man waved the flat pole in his hand and showed a sincere smile on his face, "In this Eastern Spirit Realm, no one has ever been able to escape from the hands of the Thirteen Kills, how long do you think you can survive?"

In the sky, Jiang Licheng glanced at the thirteen killings of the herringbone around him, and said with a light smile, "Since this is the case, then let Ben Hou break the myth that the thirteen kills of the herringbone are invincible today!"

Then, Jiang Licheng's expression was completely gloomy, and he ordered all the black robes in the sky, "Kill them all for me, Ben Hou wants the chickens and dogs here not to stay!"

As soon as the words fell, the four hundred black robes in the imperial city suddenly raised their swords and slashed the people of Great Xia.

At the same time, the black-robed people above the sky formed a formation to kill the thirteen kills of several people. Jiang Licheng personally shot and walked towards the middle-aged man.

In the blink of an eye, there was a slaughter in the Great Xia Imperial City.

Above the sky, the thirteen herringbone kills turned into ghosts, and crushed towards the hundreds of black robes around them.

Jun fell into the city with a sword and left the city towards Jiang.

Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang rushed into the Great Xia Imperial City and killed hundreds of black robes.

Bai Pojun reappeared beside Lin Beichen.

On the black loach, Lin Beichen frowned, and his old face looked extremely weak. In the past, he was also the god of war in Great Xia, but in the face of today's scene, he was helpless.

The white army looked at the battle in the sky, and was also extremely frightened.

Eighteen years ago, he met Lin Changtian for the last time and drank all the wine in Shangshu Mansion. Lin Cangtian also left the know-how of martial arts cultivation, allowing him to cultivate to the realm of Wuhou for so many years.

Entered the Wuhou Dynasty, although he was in the Great Xia Dynasty, he had also heard of the Wuhou List, heard of the Blood Spirit Palace, and heard of the thirteen killings of the human character.

It's just that he appeared all today, which is something he didn't expect at all.

Rumble......

Rumble.

Just when the battle between the sky and the sky was not stopping, the smoke and dust suddenly soared outside the Great Xia Imperial City, and the earth rumbled and shook, only to see a fierce iron horseman, wearing heavy iron armor, holding the battle flag of the Divine General's Mansion, like a long dragon straight into Xuanyuan City.

"To the death camp!"

In the long sky, Lin Beichen looked at the eight hundred iron horses below and frowned.

More than 40 years ago, Lin Beichen fought in the east and west with 30,000 divine generals in his hands, crisscrossing four dynasties and sixteen countries, and finally became the lord of the Divine General's Mansion, with millions of troops in his hands.

And the Divine General Camp has always been the elite division of the Divine General's Mansion.

After the world was settled, Lin Beichen followed the four-character battalion in the hands of Xuanyuan and set up a death camp, with only 800 people, but everyone had the realm of the earth element.

This group went to the death camp, Lin Beicheng never used it, except for him and Lin Huang, no one knows, even Lin Cangxue never knows.

"Little Wasteland......

Looking at the sudden appearance of the 800 death camp, Lin Beichen's expression was shocked, and a smile appeared on his old face.

In this world, apart from himself, only Lin Huang can hold the talisman and mobilize to the death camp. Now that the death camp has appeared, it means that Lin Huang has returned.

However, Lin Beichen raised his eyes and looked at it, but he did not see Lin Huang's figure.

Then, Lin Beichen stood up from the black loach, his body was rickety, his expression was old, but he still had the bearing to control millions of soldiers and horses in the world, and his voice penetrated the imperial city like a bell:

"Go to the death camp and kill all the black robes in the imperial city, but if there are those who stand in the way, there will be no mercy!"

Under the imperial city, the speed of the eight hundred death camps did not decrease, but they just let out a long sound, and their figures shook the void in all directions like thunder. Then, like a jet-black torrent of steel, it poured into the imperial city, crushing the black robe of the Blood Spirit Palace.

"Lin Lao...... I didn't expect you to have such a hand. The death camp of the Eight Hundred Earth Yuan Realm, among many dynasties, is an absolutely invincible existence!"

Bai Pojun said with a smile.

Lin Beichen smiled helplessly, "I originally thought that after a hundred years, I would be able to leave some life-saving means for Xiaohuang and Cangxue, but now it seems that there is no need!"

Above the sky, Lin Beichen raised his eyes and looked around, not knowing where Lin Huang was......

(End of chapter)