Xue Wuxian, who was forced to retreat, finally broke out, and the long sword in his hand danced wildly in the air A murderous wind and snow, in the wind and snow, countless snowflakes evolved wings, mouthparts, and insect bellies that stored toxins, buzzing and surrounded by the worship prison, it looked like a rotating ice and snow storm, surrounding the little fat man in ice armor all over his body, and the great power of the sky made the people around the battle all amazed.

However, Xue Wuxian knew that this was just a starting move, and his real mastery at the bottom of the box, or his real strongest blow at present, was a sword move that he himself was unwilling to face, and it was a martial art that he himself was not willing to think about, inherit, and study.

"Sword Mang's Heart Sutra: Vacuum Shimmering Light Slash!"

The blue ice, with the blue wind, slashed out in the dignified posture of the mighty river, and the large amount of ice slag swallowed by the strong sword light, the ice slag exploded into fine ice spikes, and the tips of the ice spikes flashed with a blue-green halo, carrying the toxin of the war spirit, and surging towards the prison like a flood.

The little fat man's eyes also sharpened instantly, and he couldn't be more aware of the power of the fame stunt in the "Sword Mang's Heart Sutra", even if an ordinary unknown disciple of the Divine Sword Army used such a stunt, he had to concentrate on vigilance, not to mention that it was Xue Wuxian standing in front of him.

This guy's sword skills are really ever-changing, and there is no trace. In the face of the "vacuum", he didn't see the slightest sword path of Xue Wuxian at all, and he couldn't judge where his sword was pointing.

He can't break this kind of sword skill from the skill, not to mention the anti-ghost killing, that is, he can't even do a normal parry, he can only meet the brave on the narrow road at this time, and only send a powerful knife move before being hit, forcing the opponent to turn attack into defense.

Breaking the trick with force, this is what Hellworship is really good at, and it seems to be the only way that the little fat man can think of at this time. Facing the torrent of sword light, and facing the infinite number of ice swords that were enough to bury himself in, the little fat man could only raise the long knife in his hand high, and the illusion of a blood-red steel dragon erupted behind him.

The two hands holding the knife have already turned into dragon arms, and the roar of the majestic mountains and rivers has already turned into a dragon's roar, and the battle qi in the whole body has burst out, condensing into blood-colored rivers in the air, and the mystery of killing the Tao has been triggered when it is fully opened.

Within a hundred steps, the dark night fell, the red cold wind was mixed with a strong smell of blood, and the figure of worshipping the prison suddenly disappeared in front of Xue Wuxian's eyes, as if the hell demon ape who suddenly hid in the dark night, the wind pressure converged, condensed into blood, and in the spread of the bloody storm, the roar of the steel dragon suddenly rippled, and the song and cry of ten thousand ghosts.

The blood-colored storm is like a steel cut, like a myriad of knife wheels that suddenly incarnate into thousands of knife wheels, rapidly rotating and cutting off everything in the world, as if the red-black killing god who destroyed the world began to cut the world from the edge.

The blood-colored sword was completely different from the Sky Tyrant sword, so strong that it could directly split Xue Wuji's sword skills. At the moment when the sword flashed, Xue Wuxian hurriedly spurted out a mouthful of blood, dismantling the sword skills in his hand, and turning them into "Lianyun Sword Technique", "Treading Snow Without a Trace", and "Twelve Swords of the Defensive Wall", the three swordsmanship were used alternately, and they were born within a zhang of his body, and the sword light was as dense as a big blizzard.

Tens of thousands of sword lights changed into endless wind and snow, but they still blocked the sword light that could almost tear the space, and the moment the sword light flashed, blood springs burst out from Xue Wuji's body, as if his body was densely covered with bursting water pipes. His body trembled violently, and the mysterious weapon on his waist erupted with an earth-shattering light, and that light turned into an ice spirit dao, and he was about to launch the empty cicada to lead Xue Wuxian to the unknown distance, but he didn't guard against the crazy slashing of those blood-colored swords, and in a few clicks, the pillar of light was torn into many disconnected pieces.

A bright flame exploded from Xue Wuji's waist, as if it was a broken candle in the wind that represented his life, and it was extinguished in a flicker, and those blood-colored knives really crushed towards him like a knife wheel in a crusher-

"Slaughter the city in the night!"

The moment the sound of worshipping hell exploded in the crowd, Xue Wuxian finally made up his mind, his pale blue eyes instantly turned blood-red, and he desperately used his empty hand to pull out a blood-red long sword from his throat.

It was a long sword made from a person's spine, it was Xue Wuji's sword of the king, it was the real, the horror of the Chosen Spear.

"Rainstorm Alluring City!" The dark space ushered in the light again, the blue dark clouds converged inside the shack, turning into the sky in a dream, the rainstorm poured down the city, every thin rain thread was a sharp sword that stabbed straight forward, and the endless stabbing slammed together with the endless slashing at this moment, spinning, rolling, and tragically strangling into an endless hedge.

The hedge spiraled until thirty breaths later, by which time the whole shack had collapsed in half, and the jailers, slaves, and onlookers had retreated thirty feet away. A small part of the ice armor and bronze chain mail on Bai Prison's body had been shattered, and Xue Wuji's body was already stained with blood.

"That's enough! General Xue!" A broken cry suddenly came, and at the same time, an incomparably powerful coercion shrouded him, the air around him froze, and the power of the water was completely frozen, Xue Wuxian and Bai Hell stopped at the same time, and turned their heads to look at the third person in the battle circle.

The man wore a mask, the steel mask was sewn almost directly into the muscles, almost making him look like he had lost the bridge of his nose, his eyes and mouth seemed to extend directly from the edge of the iron mask, and the clothes on his body were strange, the shoulders of the chain mail, the placket of the robe, and behind it was a semicircle of iron pillars that rose high. The rest are all the standards of the southern court officials.

"General Xue is an official of the imperial court, how can he be so dangerous? If there are grass people making trouble, the military will directly press on him, and won't it be the end of arresting the criminal department?" This official in a dark blue court uniform really exuded an unpleasant atmosphere of corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and he arrogantly "reprimanded" Xue Wuxian, but in fact, he was helping Xue Wuxian deal with the prison worship.

"Come on! Suppress these rebellious ministers and thieves first, and then interrogate them clearly! What's wrong with Fang Mou? What's wrong with the true king? In Ying Tianfu, besides the saint, who else's words count?" His voice spread high and far away, and among the crowd watching the battle, there were countless energetic Ying He. The coercion of the military level spread, and the 200-strong forbidden army surrounded the prison and the others.

The vitality on Bai Prison's body had completely stagnated, and he glanced at the Heavenly Swordsman, and saw that the other party was also helpless and angry. Bai Jiu touched his head, and showed a row of white teeth to Xue Wuxian, who had lost his spine and was about to find someone to skin it in order to recover: "The seniors are really lucky today." ”

As he spoke, a purple light lit up on his body, and the old face of the Heavenly Swordsman turned red: "Is this the end?" Before the words fell, he disappeared into the purple light along with the prison worship.

At the same time, on the periphery of the encirclement, that is, on the [back] of the entire army, a terrifying and infinite coercion erupted, and the sky suddenly rained violently, and the originally gray sky turned into a tragic night, and in the night sky, the blood-red thunder flashed and disappeared.

Eighty-one members of Xiaozhi gathered in a ten-sided cutting formation on the wide street, and in a completely crushing posture, the sharp edge of the military was aimed at the weakness of the imperial army. The voice of the prison worship came from afar in the cutting array: "Do you really think that there are many of you, and we are afraid of you?"

"Do you really think that in this world, what other military power can threaten my silver dust?"

Before the official could speak, he was startled by a cold voice from behind him, and before he could turn around, a black stream of light suddenly burst out from somewhere behind him, accurately hitting every forbidden soldier, and then, the two hundred forbidden soldiers fell en masse.

The scene was so shocking that the crowd let out a burst of panicked screams, and the court officials took the Huo Luo Dan and temporarily suppressed Xue Wuxian who was in the middle of the blood, and at the same time shuddered.

The military momentum disappeared at this moment.

The official quickly turned around and saw a pure white Isholken robe walking slowly across the door of the mansion. "Wang Badan, did you Mr. Bastard come here to support the coward?" the silver-haired magician sneered, and Wang Badan, looking at Yinchen and then at the Forbidden Army behind him who were collectively unconscious, the idea of a little fight just now suddenly extinguished.

He saw that the magician was followed by Lin Xuanchen, Zhao Yueshi and Wang Yunfang, and no one came out after that.

He turned his head and glanced at the direction of the powerful military force that could make the night suddenly fall, there was a faint trace of the aura that he would never dare to provoke a super master, Wang Ba Dan was not Xue Wuxian, he was not a famous master in the past, and he did not have the accumulation of a super master, so he couldn't even win in the hands of the Heavenly Swordsman, let alone face the ghost elder and his colleagues.

Wang Baledan finally glanced at Xue Wuxian beside him, and moved his mouth, after all, he didn't shout out any classic or anti-heaven combat skills, the Chosen Spear Wang Baledan would definitely be, but he couldn't guarantee that after using it, he could quickly find a suitable sacrifice to restore it for him.

If the Chosen Spear is defeated, it will not have the physical strength to flee and face a desperate situation at the mercy of the victors.

What's more, pulling out the spine was extremely painful, Wang Baldan didn't want to try, he turned around, and said to Yinchen with a smile: "What?

"I just thought, what can you do to me?" said Silver Dust, opening the Heavenly Tribulation, the gray sky suddenly turned red, and the swirling fire stream was drawn in the sky as a horror of the end of the world.

Suddenly, the people fell to their knees in large numbers, bowing to the pure white magician, and there was a great deal of fear in their piety. "I just want to rebel, what can you do to me?"

His voice echoed through the slightly dilapidated shack, but no one answered. Yes, in this world, in addition to the Black Zero who commanded the Puppet Sect, there is also a Silver Forbidden Spell Master who is as terrifying as him.

The prestige of Shenwu Hou has already spread all over the world, and it is impossible for the world to forget the fact that he killed more than 10,000 Jianzhou iron horsemen with one hand. Although Wang Baldan knelt down to lead the military department, there were no tens of thousands of forbidden troops for him to rush up against the bombardment of silver dust.

"The Holy Lord is orthodox in the world, if you really rebel, aren't you the enemy of the world?" Wang Badan's voice was shortened, but there was still a little faint threat in his tone, he was unwilling, unwilling to be bullied by a junior who was old enough to be his son.

"One of the world's instruments is in my hands, do you say that the people of the world listen to you or listen to me?" Yinchen glanced at him, and four words flashed in his heart: "Ya's retarded!"

Wang Ba Danden was speechless, although he had seen this Hou Ye from a distance in the Soul Refining Mountain, but to be honest, when he saw the countless lightsabers that fell from the sky, he no longer had the courage to confront this guy head-on.

He didn't have thousands of people to die.

And at this time, the person who really played the round came, this person is the left and right edge of the official book, the left and right edge of the surname, the name of the right edge, the appearance of more than thirty years old, white face without beard, graceful, with a creamy face, compared to most people in the world, thinner, even if there is no lupine scarf, but also an elegant temperament, he is the Yue Emperor sat down the famous peace elder, moderate, in addition to the "resistance to the annexation of the north" on the article to the end, anything else advocates moderate means. The fact that such a guy who doesn't want to offend people comes out can in itself show the attitude of the imperial court towards these messes that happened today.

There is no way, Yinchen himself is the co-master of forging in the world, the god of forging, and the true king behind him is the object of both wooing and guarding against Emperor Yue. Everyone knows that it is impossible for the true king to shake hands with the northerners, let alone have any reason to surrender, and for the southern court that the northerners are both respectful and afraid of, and resentful, they are almost going to take Zhao Guangyi as a life-saving straw, although the Yue Emperor is the Northern Wu Emperor who supported the upper position, but he is not with the Beiwu Emperor, not to mention that the current Beiwu Emperor is no longer the original Beiwu Emperor, and the Yue Emperor, who was made sleepy by Zhao Yu with the information spied out by his life, really dare not hand over his net worth and life to the hands of Nano in the future.

The relationship between the two courts in the north and south is complex and delicate, and the Yue Emperor may not really be willing to call himself a "child emperor", he is also a little shameful, for fear that future generations will write history books and leave him ridiculed and abused.

At this time, looking at the mess in the shack outside, he knew that he had to play, even if he lowered the anger of both sides, and it was good to change from a direct action to a sky-high asking price. He stood up and arched his hand at Yinchen: "Lord Yinchen, the officials are polite! It's not as good as ......."

"I'm already out of anger. Yinchen sneered in his heart, but his mouth immediately became polite: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, don't trouble, don't trouble!" Zuo Zhongtang (originally referring to the Zuo Prime Minister of Shangshu Province, at this time was used by Yinchen Miao to compliment the left and right) came here this time, and he also bothered a lot about the sale of serfs this time. I don't want to mention the previous trivial matters, I just want to ask Zuo Zhongtang, what does the imperial court want to ......"