Holding the hilt of the sword, Fan Difei stood behind Song Kai and glanced around boredly.

As Wan Yan Chi was killed by Song Kai and Fu Feng together, a group of Iron Tiger Armorers began to counterattack, and the Flame Dragon Lancers who had been surrounded gradually collapsed, so as Song Kai's escort, he had nothing to do for a while.

Seeing Fan Difei puffing out his cheeks, Song Kai suddenly said loudly: "Feizai, you go and help Li Huan and them." ”

"Huh?" Happiness came so suddenly that Fan Difei couldn't react at once, "Don't I have to accompany you?"

"No," Song Kai shook his head and said indifferently, "Hurry up." ”

"Okay!" Fan Difei smiled happily, his body rose vertically, and he passed through the crowd of people like a flash, and in a few breaths, he had already come to the bottom of the city wall of the Minzhou Fortress.

Previously, when the Thunder God Army and the Beast God Army launched a surprise attack successively, Li Huan, Han Yiqi, Cai Xudong and other accompanying soldiers had already launched a fierce attack on the walls of the fortress, although they were scarce, but they had the Scarlet Red Regiment controlled by Cai Xudong, which was enough to deal with the huge number of Jin Country miscellaneous soldiers around.

After a few weeks of the ghostly true qi circling his body, Fan Difei suddenly lifted his figure, stepped on the city wall like a phantom, and swept the city head in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Fan Difei landed on the top of the city, there were several scimitars in front of him, and he was attacked suddenly, but his reaction was not slow, his body did not retreat but advanced, and his body stepped on the footwork, and his body suddenly crashed into these several knife lights.

Although the sword light of the four golden soldiers was fast, Fan Difei was like turning into a phantom, twisting and twisting to force through the sword light, and then his hands reached out, and his ten fingers were like a cone and struggled to buckle, and with a hiss, the protective true qi of the chests of the two golden soldiers was instantly pierced, and then Fan Difei pressed it with both hands, and the chests of the two people were pierced.

[Piercing hands]!

Although the reputation of the Yin Yan line is not obvious in the world, it actually has a long heritage, just Fan Difei obtained, there are three types of martial arts: swordsmanship, pace, and fingering, and this [piercing hand] is the top secret technique in the fingering, specializing in breaking people's spirit.

Killing the two of them with one blow, Fan Difei turned around with the momentum, and his hands reached out, lightly penetrating the true qi of the two golden soldiers' body protection, pinching the back of their necks and pinching them gently, killing the two in an instant.

Four people were killed in an instant, Fan Difei immediately shocked the surrounding golden soldiers, but before he could stalemate for too long, a burly strong man stepped out, and the sword light in his hand was actually smart and elegant that did not match the shape of his body at all, scattered like a galaxy in the sky, gathering like wind and dust, after three swords, Fan Difei was forced to take a few steps back, and directly hit the wall behind him.

"What a magical sword technique!" Fan Difei's heart sank, knowing that most of his opponents came from Dawan City, the holy land of sword skills, and when he drew his sword out of the sheath and the dragon chant spread, he had already pounced on it with his sword.

Seeing Fan Di flying over, Wan Yan Lie sneered, he was standing with a sword, and his cultivation was as high as five realms and six levels, and the sword intent was even closer to perfection, coupled with the vast military momentum blessed by the infantry troops around, how could this Han man who was obviously a Jianghu ranger in front of him be his opponent.

Raising the knife, Wan Yan Lie shouted loudly, the knife light suddenly gathered, sinking like a mountain and turning into shape, aiming at Fan Difei who rushed to the head is a knife slash, accompanied by the rumbling rolling stone muffled sound, Fan Difei's original fluttering figure was stunned, and he was pressed by the heavy knife intent.

The qi machine was pressed, Fan Difei's sword unfolded suddenly, and in an instant, it was like mercury pouring to the ground, the streamer was overflowing, and the sword in the sky poured out like a flood, and when he pierced the sword intent of Rushan, he also took seven steps in a row, grabbed Wan Yan Lie's side and swung his sword with a blow.

"Hmph!" With a sneer, Wanyan Lie's sword light suddenly dissipated in all directions, scattering like countless butterflies, no matter how proficient Fan Difei was in the art of assassination, he couldn't even grasp the trajectory of the blade.

With a muffled sound, Fan Difei's wrist trembled, and he was hit by Wan Yan Lie's sword, and the sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

Fan Difei paused, and then unfolded his body again, walking around Wanyan Lie like the wind, and the ghostly sword technique also turned into a blue and white phantom, suddenly rushing to the left, and sometimes rolling to the right.

However, Wan Yan Lie's figure has always been as stable as Mount Tai, only the sword light in his hand has changed from rigid to soft again, from slow to fast, and then turned into a brilliant sword light around him.

Seeing that it was always difficult to break through Wan Yan Lie's sword light, Fan Difei's pupils condensed slightly, and he suddenly sneered, his figure suddenly pulled up, and the sword light swirled, aiming at Wan Yan Lie's chest and stabbing out rapidly.

The continuous crisp sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and Fan Difei stabbed out thirty-eight swords in a row, but none of them could get close to Wan Yan Lie's chest, all of them were blocked by his incomparably tight sword light.

The reason why he can beat Fan Difei at this moment is because his knife technique can make it difficult for Fan Difei to capture traces when he is fast, and it can be comparable to splitting Huashan at the beginning, and he always restrains Fan Difei to death.

So at this moment, no matter how fast Fan Difei's sword light was, Wan Yanlie's sword light always blocked it all just right, and in the end, the sword light simply shook and shook, forcing Fan Difei directly back, interrupting his attack rhythm.

The blade shook, and Wan Yanlie said proudly: "I've been playing for a long time, are you strong enough?"

Rubbing his sour wrist, Fan Difei grinned: "There is still a sword, do you dare to take it?"

A cold snort erupted from his nostrils, Wan Yanlie slowly lifted the long knife, and said coldly: "Get over here and die!"

Seeing his arrogant posture, Fan Difei was not angry, but sneered slightly, and then the sword light in his hand rolled up again, and his body also followed the sword quickly, turning into a cold light and cutting straight towards Wanyan Lie's face.

"Go back!" Wan Yan Lie shouted angrily when he saw this, and the sword light filled like water flooded the golden mountain, completely submerging the heaven and earth in front of him, and just when he was about to turn the virtual into real to cut off Fan Difei's offensive, his eyes changed suddenly, and he hurriedly retreated backwards.

It's just that at this time, there is still time, almost at the moment when he retreats back, Fan Di suddenly moves forward, and at the moment before the long knife is cut off, he directly penetrates the sword light in the sky, and also nails the sword of Wan Yan Lie, who opened the empty door widely, on the city wall behind him.

With wide eyes, Wan Yanlie looked at Fan Difei in astonishment, he never imagined that the other party would be able to capture the flaws in his sword technique.

Seeing that Yan Lie was dead without turning a blind eye, Fan Difei sneered slightly, it was true that he couldn't detect the trajectory of Yan Lie's sword technique, so in the thirty-eight sword combo just now, each of his swords was marked with [Conviction Marks], leaving thirty-eight special true qi marks on Wan Yan Lie's long knife that only he could perceive.

It was these thirty-eight True Qi Marks that allowed Fan Difei to accurately sense the outline and trajectory of this long knife in the sky of sword light, so that before the long knife gathered its strength, a sword pierced through the sword light and killed Wan Yan Lie.

As he was sneering, Fan Di suddenly heard the earth-shattering shouts of killing in the city, and hurriedly jumped to the wall, only to see that the coalition army composed of mandarin duck swordsmen and scarlet puppets had already defeated the tens of thousands of infantry troops guarding the Black Lotus Sect Spirit Master.

Yu Jieyi, Yan Zujun, Cai Xudong, Li Huan and others have also killed among many unarmed spirit masters, swords and swords, and people are rolling along the way, and blood is flowing like a river.

Fan Difei was just looking at his god, and suddenly heard an extremely angry scream in the air, Wanyan was silent and hung in the air, and a square mirror with a lotus frame above his head swallowed a huge amount of spiritual energy, and Xu Xuanrong, who sacrificed the Chaos Bell, clashed with Xu Xuanrong from afar.

There is a lack of spirit masters in the Jin Kingdom, even if it is the Black Lotus Sect, which is the state religion of the Jin Kingdom, there are only four or five thousand spirit masters under its command, and even the Lingquan Army in the Yanggu Army, which is dominated by spirit masters, is not as good.

At this moment, the more than 400 spirit masters in the fortress are already one-tenth of the number of spirit masters in the Black Lotus Sect, and just now, Yu Jieyi and others rushed to kill, at least two hundred spirit masters died tragically on the spot, how can Wan Yan be silent and not be angry.

With a flick of his sleeves, Wan Yan was silent and ignored Xu Xuanrong in the distance, and turned around directly and threw himself into the city.

Silently, Yu Jieyi and the others only felt that the true qi in their bodies suddenly rioted, and the stronger the stronger they felt, the deeper they felt, such as ordinary soldiers who only cultivated in the Second Realm, but the Five Realm generals like Yu Jieyi and Yan Zujun were like a volcanic eruption, and they were completely out of their control, rushing wildly in their bodies.

Seeing that Yan was silent and suddenly flew into the city, Xu Xuan melted his heart and said that it was not good, so he quickly gathered up a stream of spiritual energy, and flew towards the city against the wind.

However, as soon as she approached the city wall, there was already a majestic spiritual energy rising up in the city, which was full of a strong chaotic power, and everything that came into contact with it collapsed in an instant, even Yu Jieyi and other Five Realm generals could barely support it.

Seeing this, Xu Xuanrong frowned slightly, his mind moved, and he manipulated the chaos clock above his head to fly forward, and after coming to the top of the city, he pressed it down gently, and with a bang, the simple and loud bell rang through the heavens and the earth, and the original violent and infinite chaotic power was actually suppressed by Shengsheng.

To be honest, purely in terms of personal strength, Xu Xuanrong, who practiced the Chaos Sutra, was not afraid of Wanyan silence at all, but after Wanyan Silence had hundreds of Black Lotus Sect spirit masters, there was already a huge gap in the strength of the enemy and me.

At that time, Lu Jia of the Yanggu Army used the power of three thousand spirit masters to force the prince of the Seven Realms Wan Yan Yong to take action, so at the beginning of the battle, Wan Yan was silent with the body of the Six Realms, plus four hundred Black Lotus Sect Spirit Masters, although the magic circle he laid down was not comparable to the real Seven Realms, but he also had the strength to crush any Six Realms.

With such a gap, the reason why Xu Xuanrong was able to resolve the silent chaotic power of Yan for the literary army with her own strength was because of her natal Chaos Bell.

As Pan Gong said, this bell is an artifact in ancient times, although it has been broken, but the chaotic qi on its surface is still the top thing in the world, and as long as the silence and magic circle cannot threaten the eight realms, it cannot threaten the chaotic qi that constitutes the foundation of the world.

Using the Chaos Bell to suppress all kinds of chaotic power, Xu Xuanrong flew into the city, and at a glance saw the chaotic power that had been condensed into a huge pillar of light under the Chaos Clock, but was suppressed by death.

"Royal Sister, kill him!" "Dancing with her sleeves, Xu Xuan recited a spiritual spell in her mouth, and in an instant, all the huge spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of feet converged, and even the violent chaotic power under the Chaos Bell was forcibly absorbed by her.

Spirit!

At this moment, the two soul runes in Xu Xuanrong's purple mansion shone brightly, and the spirit word soul rune and the source word soul rune respectively represented the spiritual energy of ten thousand families and the origin of all things, and after the two were combined, Xu Xuanrong had the ability to control a certain range of spiritual energy in a short period of time.

Mobilizing a large amount of spiritual energy, Xu Xuanrong's fox fur also swayed with the wind, staring downward, she suddenly pressed down with the seal of both hands, and in an instant, no matter which line of spiritual energy in the ten thousand zhang, it was swallowed by the spirit seal, and then transformed into a white crystal mist.

"The water of the five elements, the north of the four directions!"

"Northern Yuan Xuanshui, descend!"

With a low shout, Xu Xuanrong flicked his sleeves, and the mist in front of him suddenly dissipated, like spring rain merging into the heaven and earth, like a waterfall crossing the heaven and earth, falling from the sky, and in an instant, Wanyan was silent.

When the mist submerged, the chaotic power that had been frantically agitating and resisting under the Chaos Bell suddenly stagnated, and then it actually flowed directly and scattered, and after a few breaths, the mist dissipated, and Wan Yan was silent and the dozens of Black Lotus Sect Spirit Masters beside him all disappeared, leaving only the dozens of surviving Spirit Masters with panicked faces around them.

Silence, fall!