The flat ground rolls up thousands of feet of wind and sand.

Li Baiyi is known as a sword immortal, and his swordsmanship is superb.

Yuluo City is known as a celestial man, whether it is a skill or a person, it is not like a mortal person.

Even, Zhao Guang also commented on the rain falling city, if there are really gods in the world, it is undoubtedly the rain falling city.

Both of them are the ones who are the ones who dominate in their respective eras.

Now, the two of them are fighting, saying that the sun and the moon are not shining, and it is not too much for the earth to shake the mountains.

Li Baiyi raised his hand and slashed the mountain with a sword at will.

And a random blow from the rain falling city can also shatter the sea and split the sky.

There was a loud bang.

Yuluocheng's fist collided with Li Baiyi's sword blade, and the two of them flew back to each other at the same time.

Li Baiyi's sword was shattered three times, and thousands of pieces fell to the ground, and Yuluocheng's right hand was drenched in blood, and he couldn't use his strength.

Li Baiyi threw away the three slashes that only left the hilt of the sword, and with a wave of his hand, another sword flew towards him in the air.

Holding the sword in his hand again, Li Baiyi shook the blade of the sword and said, "You only have one hand left, and you are not my opponent." ”

Yuluocheng also shook his injured arm, and gasped: "It's not the end yet, it's hard to say who is strong and who is weak." ”

Li Baiyi frowned, shouted, and slashed the sky with a sword and shot directly.

In the face of Yuluo City, he had no tentative thoughts, and his shot was a killer move.

Yuluo City is concerned about the Divine Mountain, and between the moves, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes, and this time, it is only after Li Baiyi's sword that slashes the sky that he uses it that he reacts.

He shouted, his eyes furrowed, his whole body tensed, and an eggshell defense formed by the convergence of white light appeared around him, and he forcibly carried the sword that Li Baiyi was enough to cut the sky.

Thundered.

When the sword rays spread, all those affected by the sword rays, no matter what they were, were all split in two.

Except for the rain falling on the city.

The milky eggshell-like defense was shattered, and the rain falling city inside took three steps back in embarrassment, stabilized his figure, gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of the god mountain, and then said to Li Baiyi: "Old Sword Immortal, listen to me, if you let Wang Xiaolai go to fight the divine mountain, the consequences will be immeasurable." ”

Li Baiyi laughed: "The consequences? That's not something the old man should think about. ”

Yuluocheng asked rhetorically: "Even if it is a miserable life, doesn't the old sword immortal care?" ”

Li Baiyi was stunned when he heard this: "Lives are ruined? What do you mean? ”

Yuluocheng said: "The Divine Mountain is just a seal, if it is allowed to suck enough blood, at that time, when the seal is opened, whether it is Sui Yang or whatever, it will usher in a catastrophe." ”

Li Baiyi was taken aback, but then he thought that this was Yuluocheng lying to himself, and he shook his head: "No matter what, my task is to entangle you, or, defeat you, and nothing else, the old man doesn't care." ”

Yuluocheng gritted his teeth: "In that case, old sword immortal, it's offended." ”

As he spoke, Yuluocheng took a deep breath, he calmed down, and his whole body qi was raised to a height that even Li Baiyi needed to look up.

With a grunt, Li Baiyi subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

With a move, the ten thousand flying swords flying in the sky came one after another, swishing to form a circular sword shield in front of Li Baiyi.

"Come on!"

Li Baiyi shouted.

···

The army went to the sacred mountain, Wang Xiaolai walked in the forefront, and with every step, Wang Xiaolai's heart became more and more cold.

The Eight Sages King walked into Wang Xiaolai, frowned, and said, "Xiaolai, have you noticed?" Why are there so many dried corpses in this sacred mountain? ”

Wang Xiaolai nodded: "Well, I saw it just now, these corpses are all worn by grassland soldiers, think about it, it should be left over from the previous Huyan Zhuozhuo attack on the sacred mountain." ”

Shen Xiping next to him grinned stupidly: "Then this Huyan Zhuozhuo is really lazy enough, how many days has he been attacking the Divine Mountain until now, not to mention cleaning the battlefield." ”

Shen Yijing gave his son a slap: "Just you bastard, don't you talk a lot." ”

Shen Xiping: "···"

As he spoke, Shen Yijing turned around and asked the Eight Sages King, "Lord Wang, what's going on?" ”

Shen Xiping immediately pointed at his father: "Alas, you still talk about me." ”

Shen Yijing just turned his head and glared, so Shen Xiping immediately became well-behaved, closed his mouth, and didn't say a word.

The Eight Sages King also shook his head with a wry smile and looked back at Wang Xiaolai.

But how could Wang Xiaolai know what was going on.

Just wondering, Yu Qingxie pursed his lips and spoke: "Those people have just died. ”

Wang Xiaolai and the Eight Sages looked at him at the same time.

Yuqing said evilly: "Now, let all irrelevant people go down the mountain." ”

"What do you mean old rain?" Wang Xiaolai asked curiously.

Yuqing said evilly: "What my brother said may be true, the sacred mountain cannot be destroyed, quickly, let everyone go down the mountain." ”

"No, they're halfway up the mountain."

Yu Qingxie turned his head and shouted at Wang Xiaolai: "You can't hear what the uncle said, right?" ”

Wang Xiaolai was clever when he heard this: "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go." ”

As he spoke, he turned back to the Eight Sages King and muttered, "Did Yu Qingxie make something wrong with this guy?" ”

The Eight Wise Kings: "···"

ordered to stop, let the large army go down the mountain, but brought the Thunder Fire Iron Cavalry, along with the main generals of Suiyang, Silla, and the western border, and by the way, Toto with the fire-eating beast also followed.

Yu Qingxie looked at one of these people and shook his head: "I'm talking in front, when the time comes, if there is anything wrong, I won't be able to save you people." ”

Wang Xiaolai's heart sank.

Shen Xiping was very aggressive: "Mr. Yu, don't worry, the so-called clay pot is difficult to break from the wellhead, and the general will inevitably die in battle, everyone knows this truth, it's okay." ”

Yu Qingxie snorted and didn't speak.

Wang Xiaolai hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Jingyu." ”

Xian Jingyu walked up and hugged his fists: "My lord." ”

Wang Xiaolai stretched out his hand and dragged Hongxiang over, and said, "You lead Hongxiang down first." ”

was named by Wang Xiaolai, Hongxiang hurriedly shook her head: "No, I want to be with you." ”

"Don't make trouble, I'm too dangerous, Jingyu, quickly, bring the red incense down."

Xian Jingyu nodded, and Chong Hongxiang made a gesture of please: "Please." ”

Xian Jingyu has always been indifferent to people, even if it is his companion Hongxiang, he is the same.

Hongxiang knew in her heart that she couldn't resist Xian Jingyu, so she had no choice but to obey and said to Wang Xiaolai: "Then son, be careful yourself." ”

Wang Xiaolai smiled and nodded: "Don't worry." ”

After sending away Xian Jingyu and Hongxiang, Wang Xiaolai settled down and said, "Let's go." ”

Yu Qingxie didn't answer, and walked in the front.

This way to the mountain, what I saw on the way was either a dry corpse or snow.

Like, there's nothing else to see.

When he came to the top of the sacred mountain, a flat square about five hundred zhang wide and narrow, Wang Xiaolai took a breath: "Good guy, don't you say that Huyan Zhuozhuo is on this sacred mountain, why didn't you see anyone else all the way." ”

Yu Qingxie pointed to the ice-carved nine-story staircase at the end of the square, and on the top of the staircase, there was an ice-carved throne.

Above, there was a man sitting upright.

Looking at the clothes, there is no doubt that he is a steppe man, but his face is covered with a huge mask.

How does it feel?

It's almost like a human face, with a mask the size of a pillow, and that's what it looks like.

The mask looked very strange with its eyebrows wide open and angry eyes, and the corners of its eyes were hanging high.

Wang Xiaolai saw the mask for the first time, and the whole person was clever.

Suddenly, he remembered that he had seen this mask during the period when he was unconscious after the royalists burned down the General's Mansion.

It was the five-zhang giant saint monarch, the mask he wore on his face.

Subconsciously, Wang Xiaolai was stunned.

At the same time, in his mind, everything he saw in his dream also came to mind.

With a bang, the man on the Ice Throne stood up, and all the broken ice that was frozen together shattered and fell to the ground.

Crossing the distance of hundreds of zhang, the faint gaze behind the mask fell directly on Wang Xiaolai.

After half a day, Fang only gritted his teeth and shouted: "Damn traitor, it's you!" ”

Wang Xiaolai couldn't help but take two or three steps back.

The masked man laughed again: "God hangs the curtain, I think that after ten thousand years of being my holy monarch, I met you again." ”

"The Saint !!"

The crowd in the square was in an uproar, and they all exchanged their heads: "Who is the Holy Monarch?" ”

Wang Xiaolai narrowed his eyes: "It's not good, everyone go down the mountain quickly." ”