The time for a stick of incense passed, and the head of the main road of the meeting finished laying out the basic formation, and Meng Jing stood quietly in the snow, and he didn't make a move, so he watched them set up the formation.

The head of the meeting felt that he was being despised and scolded secretly: "Arrogance." ”

He suddenly gave the other two monks a look, and then quickly swung his sword, drawing golden runes in the air.

The two monks' expressions changed drastically, and they asked nervously:

"Senior brother, are you trying to use that trick?"

The head of the road was still drawing runes, and he said firmly:

"The master has made a move, often one move will decide the winner, and now if you don't use the strongest killing move, do you have to wait for the defeat to go to Huangquan Road?"

The "killing move" he said was the forbidden technique of the Sword Casting Gate - the Three Injuries Array, which required the joint efforts of three people to borrow the power of heaven to destroy the enemy, which was huge, but stealing the power of heaven would violate the law of life and breath, and it would consume the yang life of the person who arranged the array.

As the saying goes, if you hurt the enemy, you will lose 800 yourself.

Due to the murderous aura of the three-wound array and contrary to the principles of heaven, the Sword Casting Sect expressly forbade the disciples of the sect to use this magic array.

But the chief of the road can no longer take care of so much, he must win, because the price of loss is only death.

Most of the cultivators cherish their lives, and the road of cultivation is long, at least more than ten years, and many lifetimes, and often when they have achieved some achievements, they are already gray-haired, who will easily die and make decades of hard work in vain?

The chief of the Taoist sect has been cultivating for most of his life to have his current cultivation, which makes the dignitaries and nobles bend down and smile, he doesn't want to lose all this overnight.

"Senior brother doesn't care about Yangshou in those years, I will be the companion of my junior brother, so that the crazy nine who don't know the height of the sky can see what the wrath of the sky is!"

After saying that, the two monks also waved their swords and drew talismans.

A huge curtain of light rose from the ground and quickly extended upwards, covered with all kinds of strange runes, shining with golden light, illuminating the dark night.

With the passage of time, the light curtain has extended to the sky, and there is no edge in sight, and there is a great tendency to break the sky.

Tu Shenjia had already hid far away, for fear of being affected.

He looked at this light curtain, sighed at the vastness of its formation, and thought of Meng Jing, who was as small as dust in front of the light curtain, and his heart burst with joy.

"He will surely die. ”

Tu Shenjia gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, revealing a hideous smile.

Ning Jing'er was the opposite, her willow eyebrows were frowning, and her expression was sad.

She was very worried about Meng Jing, although in her mind, she had always thought that Crazy Nine was invincible, but the heavenly light curtain in front of her was beyond her cognition, and she was a little shaken.

Meng Jing was still standing quietly in the snow, his hair bun and shoulders covered with a layer of snow.

A man, a sword, like a statue.

The runes on the light curtain shone with a golden light, like stars.

The three elders of the Huigan Road, bathed in the golden light, are like ancient gods, like the gods descending.

"Crazy Nine, no matter how powerful you are, you can't escape our three-wounded formation, you have to pay for your conceit, hahaha......"

The elder smiled and looked at Meng Jing with contempt.

According to the classics, the three-wounded array was only used three times, and there was no defeat.

After tonight, he will be famous all over the world, and when people talk about him, they will praise him for his feat of defeating the Sword Demon Crazy Nine.

Thinking of this, the chief of the road became more and more proud.

The formation had been arranged, and the three of them pinched the trick with one hand, and quickly recited the incantation in their mouths.

The dark sky suddenly lit up, igniting dazzling points of light.

The points of light gradually gathered on the light curtain, turning into thousands of golden lightsabers, condensing into a stream of swords and rushing towards Meng Jing.

Ten thousand swords are fired together, and the momentum is magnificent.

Meng Jing leaned over, the snow cleared, and the giant sword slid down from his shoulder.

He grasped the strip of white cloth that wrapped his sword and threw it into the air.

The blade of the sword flipped with great speed, and the strip of white cloth faded, revealing a bronze blade.

Meng Jing caught the giant sword that was about the same height as him, and the blade of the sword was facing the sword stream that was attacking the sky.

Close your eyes, open your eyes, and your pupils turn all purple.

Purple flames appeared on the greatsword, releasing a ghostly fire.

Meng Jing pressed the sword body on his shoulder, jumped forward, and slashed the sword flow in the air, and a sword qi jumped out from the blade.

When he landed, Meng Jing turned around and picked up the strips of white cloth on the ground, and began to wrap the giant sword in a circle.

In the sky behind him, the sword qi collided with thousands of light swords, and the flames scattered in an instant, piercing the sky.

The lightsaber shattered into powder piece by piece, but the sword qi was still strong and indestructible, and soon destroyed the sword flow and hit the light curtain.

Several cracks appeared in the light curtain, and soon, the cracks spread out, making a dense crisp sound.

In the blink of an eye, the entire light curtain collapsed, turning into points of light and dissipating into the night sky.

The three of them looked at Meng Jing's back with a frightened expression, and it also shattered into powder with the light curtain.

Until the last moment of their lives, they are still muttering: "How can this be, how can it be ......"

Meng Jing secretly said in his heart:

"It seems that I underestimated that power again, maybe it was the five whirlpools. ”

Every time he used the giant sword, he would estimate the power of the spiritual power in his body combined with the giant sword, and at first he guessed that it was on par with the strength of a Vortex Realm monk.

But every time he took out the sword, the power he exerted exceeded Meng Jing's expectations, and he raised his estimate of this power again and again, reaching the current Five Vortex Realm.

Meng Jing had always felt that the power of the purple light cluster was as unfathomable as the vast sea, and the spiritual power he was currently releasing was just a drop in the ocean.

With his current physique, he can only use one sword, and if he wants to use a second sword in a row, he will definitely exceed the limit of his body and explode to death.

After packing up the giant sword, Meng Jing secretly sucked away the souls of the three of them, and then walked towards the lonely Tu Shenjia step by step.

Tu Shenjia's face turned pale with fright, and his crutches were thrown aside.

Meng Jing said lightly: "Pingzhou, the disadvantages of the family are deep, if a house is decayed even by the foundation, then the most effective way is to demolish and rebuild." ”

Tu Shenjia understood the meaning of Meng Jing's words, Meng Jing had no intention of compromising with the family from the beginning, he showed weakness and forbearance, sat and watched the Tu and Ning families fight, and uprooted the Pingzhou family with the help of the Tu family.

In the end, the Xinwangfu took action to eradicate the butcher again, and Pingzhou City returned to the control of the Xinwangfu.

Tu Shenjia was full of remorse, he had been planning painstakingly for many years, but in the end he made a wedding dress for others, which was sad.

After a sigh, he suddenly remembered a person and grabbed the last life amulet.

Tu Shenjia kowtowed to Meng Jing a few times first, and his forehead sank into the snow again and again, leaving a few blood marks.

"Lord Wang, I have made amends to you, but you can't kill me. ”

Tu Shenjia's eyes flashed with a fine light, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he continued:

"My sworn brother is the Taishou of Suzhou, responsible for the transportation of Pingzhou military food, and the lifeblood of the Pingzhou army, if you kill me, you will inevitably have a bad relationship with him, and then you will not sit on the throne safely. ”

Meng Jing was silent for a while.

Tu Shenjia breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately saved his life, and was about to stand up, but saw a cold smile on Meng Jing's face.

"Master Slaughter, it was the Sword Demon Crazy Nine who killed you, what does it have to do with me Meng Jing?"

After Tu Shenjia heard this, his face was like ashes.

Meng Jing patted him on the shoulder and said jokingly:

"Don't worry, this king will fully cooperate with Suzhou Taishou and strive to catch your murderer as soon as possible. ”

After speaking, Meng Jing twisted Tu Shenjia's neck with one hand.

A crisp sound put an end to the turmoil.

The snow stopped, and the sky was slightly bright.

Looking at the red light in the eastern sky, Meng Jing helped Ning Jing'er up and said "Happy New Year".

The west gate of Pingzhou City.

A group of soldiers rammed open the gates with siege engines, and then a large group of soldiers and horses poured into the city, shouting:

"The county guard of Tiansi County was ordered to lead the army to crusade against the traitor Tu Shenjia, and all the soldiers who abandoned the darkness and turned to the light will not be blamed in the past, and those who are stubborn will be killed!"