Sang Tianliang took an unprecedentedly close look at the onlookers in the pool of blood and shook his head. He didn't care about the lives of these "untouchables", he didn't care at all, but he felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and he knew that in front of the old man, he was actually the same as those untouchables.

"Stop!" he shouted, his hands outstretching his sleeves into fists in a salute that was similar to a surrender to a concealed weapon.

Although the hidden weapon hand can still send out the hidden weapon directly from the palm of the hand, unfortunately, the most that can be sent out is a flying needle or iron lotus seed, this kind of hidden weapon is not much different from the power of throwing a handful of beans for people like Ghost Liming - it is equivalent to being completely useless.

Ghost Liming heard the weakness in his tone, and slowly put down the half-raised hand, his next move was the Demon Crying Slash Fist, no matter what secret weapon you have, solve it all with one punch, of course, at the same time, Sang Tianliang and the meat shield in his hand were solved together.

Since Ghost Liming took refuge in Yinchen, his methods of dealing with the battles in the rivers and lakes have become more and more "economical", of course, in the eyes of others, they are becoming more and more domineering. Ghost Liming firmly believes in one point, if it can be solved with one punch, it doesn't need two punches, and there is no need for nonsense. The number of ways he himself entered was getting smaller and smaller, and the power of each blow was also rising geometrically, plus the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa was originally the main gain, and with one punch, the power was really angry.

Ghost Liming put away the eight-pound hammer-like, bronze-colored thin fist, a pair of ghost claws hidden in the wide sleeves, and looked at Sang Tianliang quietly: "You are not Tian Wanzai's crazy man who wants to be the emperor, the old man will spare you once...... But don't get in the way of my son-in-law's affairs, otherwise, ah, what you can't carry down, really can't carry it. ”

Hearing this, the muscles on Sang Tianliang's face twitched slightly, and he said softly: "Although you and I have our own affairs, there is nothing to argue, but this seat really can't understand that you really give up such a title as the number one in the world? What did the silver-haired boy give you? Let you be reduced to being a cow and a horse, and even disregard the dignity of the rivers and lakes, and be willing to charge forward for his own selfish interests? Do you think that relying on the number one signboard in the world that you and ten thousand people have laid down, who can you convince you?"

"The old man doesn't know who he can convince. Ghost Liming showed an extremely ugly smile: "Let's be honest, if it was before the catastrophe, the old man was still in a bit of a mood to compete for the position on the white dragon list, but now, after the catastrophe, the evil god is at the head, this white dragon list has no meaning for the old man, for the young master, for the ten thousand people, the white dragon list is already the white dragon list of the great talent slave road, not the first white dragon list in the world, and my son-in-law doesn't like anything that has anything to do with the big talent slave road......

"You're here to smash the field?"

"Or else?"

The last bit of will to fight in Sang Tianliang's eyes also disappeared, and the ghost in front of him was not a human, but a demon, a real demon, and a demon Dao master was very different. The ghost in front of him is so powerful that his cultivation is so deep that he can't get to the bottom at all.

For a Jindan master, the cultivation that cannot be explored to the end is the Yuanying realm that is completely impossible to defeat. Sang Tianliang is a master of the Demon Dao who judges the situation and assesses the situation, not a brave and fearless righteous path, and will never charge towards an enemy who is impossible to defeat for the sake of so-called morality. When he really understood the strength of Oni Liming, the first thing he thought about was how to avoid fighting, not how to defeat his opponent.

His retreat made Oni Li Ming himself stop, and at the same time, the last remaining Ouchi master standing behind the right side of Silver Dust did not escape the result of being struck by a lightning bolt after all, and fell silently in smoke. At about the same time, the blue-blue sword light that had been reborn by thousands of people had finally exhausted the last bit of energy and dissipated into the air. And Xue Wuxian had actually been cut to only one head at this time.

No matter how powerful the sword move is, there will always be a moment when the move is old. Ten thousand people didn't want to be in front of Xue Wuxian, Jiao Zuo's main thing today was to demonstrate for the second time, so he withdrew his hand. The energy contained in the cyan blue sword light he swung out was not wind and snow, nor Gangfeng, but the energy of time that Xue Wuxian could not resist at all. Under the shroud of cyan blue sword light, a second is equivalent to tens or even hundreds of years, and under the effect of the rapid passage of time, any of your soul-destroying round steel, or any other metal, as long as it can be produced on this indigenous planet, will all be oxidized into fly ash. What's more, the purpose of the fire extinguishing round steel is to fuse with living beings, or to engulf living organisms, he himself is a metal that is not very resistant to oxidation, and the body constructed by the soul extinguishing round steel itself has a very short service life, like Xue Wuxian exists for three or four hundred years at most, for normal people, it is already a long time, but when encountering the sword light of thousands of people, the time that has passed in the blue attack is as long as tens of thousands of years, and after a whole set of swordsmanship, millions of years have passed, and Xue Wuxian can save the head。 It's already 10,000 people left behind.

Ten thousand people stayed there not because of mercy, but because the final blow had to be done by silver dust.

The metal skull fell to the ground with a thud, right in the middle of the T-junction at the end of the street, and all the carriages on the road suddenly stopped, seemingly fearfully avoiding the hedron head. Ten thousand people looked left and right, and snorted coldly, he could see that although these carriages were extremely luxurious and exaggerated, none of them should really appear here, and the carriages used by merchants should have been deployed by the Korean army in advance to rescue Xue Wuxian.

Carriage formation, to be exact.

The moment it stopped, the 10,000 people couldn't see that it was a military situation at all, or a battle formation. This kind of battle formation using horse-drawn carriages can only come from the orders of the emperor in the palace, ordinary civil and military officials do not have such a background, and the imperial relatives and nobles may not dare to touch this red line. Ten thousand people silently put their swords into the sheath, and his body lit up with blue light, his body is completely different from before, and he also has the strength to fight in the face of the battle array.

Soon, however, another person appeared on his lips, a bald little fat man in heavy chain mail with a machete on his back.

10,000 beheaded, worship in prison.

The moment the little fat man emerged from the sky. Ten thousand people felt the originally solemn and solemn military killing intent in the air, and there was a slight sway, and then, the shaking spread like Zheng Bo, making the momentum of the strict battle formation chaotic and collapsed. Ten thousand people glanced at each other, and they could see that from the secret doors of the carriages, many soldiers with bows and crossbows had come down, but none of the melee soldiers with real force appeared. They may have gotten out of the car, but they were just trying to figure out a way to escape quietly.

The appearance of prison worship made thousands of people feel relieved. He strode over to the lone metal skull and crouched down slightly.

There was a distance of one foot between him and the metal head, which was enough to avoid misunderstanding, indicating that he didn't really want the head. Although shallow, the commanding officer hidden in the carriage formation understood his behavior, and three seconds passed, and not a single soldier rushed up to defend the head, nor did not a single crossbow arrow shoot towards ten thousand people.

"You've lost, brother. There is not much loneliness in the tone of ten thousand people, only plain indifference, he has actually defeated this so-called senior brother many years ago, but this time, his "senior brother" is not envious, jealous and hateful, all unwillingness and ambition, will usher in the final end.

Yinchen came here simply to kill Xue Wuxian, and had no other meaning.

The third figure really appeared in the void, it was Silver Dust, it was the silver god. At this moment, he had lowered his hood, and his long silver-white hair reflected the sunlight. His appearance seemed to be more delicate and lovely than before, and as soon as he appeared, he attracted almost everyone's attention.

He appeared behind the ten thousand people, to the left of the prison, and the sixteen-year-old little fat man suddenly turned into a dark streamer and disappeared into the shadows cast by a certain building, which frightened the Imperial Guards in the carriage formation more than the scene of him standing in the middle of the street, hiding in the shadows, because the carriage formation had begun to make subtle adjustments.

Ten thousand people ignored these external changes, just squatting, quietly looking at Xue Wuxian and looking at the end of the Divine Sword Alliance, the most incompetent and evil head of the past generations.

"This seat hasn't lost yet!" Xue Wuxian's tone sounded very hard, but in fact, his tone had slowly weakened: "This seat has already broken through the shackles of the world! As long as there is a small piece left, you can make a comeback! When the time comes, this seat wants, all those who look down on this seat will pay for their blood debts!"

Xue Wuxian gasped a little at the end, and everyone stared at his dark red eyes that were already muddy and had no pupils to speak of, and finally left his sight a little reluctantly for a second, two seconds, and three seconds, that was the final parting between him and this so-called senior brother who was entangled in grievances.

He stood up, his eyes fell to the other place, the cyan light around him had disappeared, and the mountain-like dignified momentum had also disappeared, he suddenly became light and empty, and suddenly changed from a peerless powerhouse to an ordinary middle-aged man. He didn't turn around, but his figure had become a little blurred.

If shouting slogans can save the defeat, then you can shout, if the kind of indomitable and loyal you are showing now can make your master look at you more as a failed defect, then you can show such unyielding and loyalty. I thought that people were going to die, and their words were good, and I thought that you still had something to explain, but now...... It seems that my worthless kindness really shouldn't be wasted in this kind of place. ”

After saying this, the people disappeared. From beginning to end, he didn't show any different feelings for Xue Wuji's death, neither shocked nor sad, the friendship of the same family or the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, there was no feeling at all, maybe a few years ago, on the day of the fourth day, the senior brother in his heart had already died, died under his sword.

The so-called rivalry, the so-called enmity, the so-called distinction between good and evil, all these premises are the same strength or realm, when the realm of two people is too far apart, there is a level or even a dimension in between, and then the unforgettable hatred will become an unknown stranger. Wan Xiang and Xue Wuxian, until now, they are still the same name, but the realm between the two of them has nothing to relate to. Ten thousand people have now become people on another level, and he looks at the level where Xue Wuxian is located, just like an adult looks at an ant.

Xue Wuxian's so-called pursuit, the so-called enmity and hatred, in the eyes of thousands of people, is just the pursuit of ants, the enmity of ants. The Divine Sword Gate under Xue Wuxian may be an ant nest in the eyes of tens of thousands of people.

From the moment they appeared, they knew that they were truly indifferent to the life and death of this person. Everything he just did just wanted to force himself to be the so-called old enemy he had set up in this life in the rivers and lakes, a little human care, and wanted to create a little atmosphere of rabbit death and fox sadness as much as possible, and create a little loneliness of the master who lost his old enemy, but he didn't succeed.

He can't play that kind of bloody plot at all, no matter how much he squeezes his memories, and suppresses the loneliness and sadness that he was forced to leave the mountain gate many years ago, he can't squeeze even a little bit of anger and sadness. At this moment, he really understood who the "Guanlan" in his hand was singing for.

He didn't understand until that moment that a swordsman who could use "Guanlan" as an ordinary slash could not retreat into the group of ordinary swordsmen.

So he was gone, he didn't even have the patience to explain his last and strongest swordsmanship, and he didn't even want to enjoy the privilege of the victor explaining the battle to the loser. He left like this, and he felt that letting Xue Wuxian die in vain might be a good deed.

But he was wrong, Xue Wuxian knew that he would die, and he refused to really let his death be unclear.

"Silver Dust ——!" As soon as the ten thousand people disappeared, Xue Wuxian shouted.

"I'm here. Silver dust instantly appeared next to his skull, and a circle of golden-colored glass walls separated them from the rest of the world. At the same time, crossbow arrows flew, and many shadows flickered in the carriage array.

Silver Dust flicked his hand a little irritably, and a cyan blue wind erupted between his wide sleeves, this wind was not a real storm, but a magical flash of time and space standing still.

Everything in the T-junction suddenly lost all color, just like a black-and-white photograph of grayscale images, time and space, really still, which only God can do.

Yinchen lowered his head and looked at Xue Wuxian condescendingly.

"Any last words?"

"What is the sword technique used by ten thousand people to fight there? Is it really a new move that has been comprehended from the middle of "Guanlan"? The long-cherished wish of the ancestors and the ancestors has been fulfilled by him?"