This scene caused an uproar among the monks who were watching around, and the noise was everywhere. Everyone never thought that there were really people who were as bold as fighting to provoke the Xihao County Government and the Imperial City.

Ji Wuchen was bathed in the rain of blood, and the beads of blood flowing from his hair swept across his cheeks. A pair of eyes that were cold to the extreme, imprinted on that cold face, and gradually bloomed a trace of inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth.

This scene made the soldiers trapped around him tremble. The guards in the outer city were only slightly better than mortals, so how could they be Ji Wuchen's opponents.

He rolled his eyes, his eyes still cold and piercing. The black hair danced in the wind, and without warning, he rose up, his right palm turned into a fist, and the fist exploded, shattering the soldiers who were standing in front of him with a punch. The movement continued unstopping, flashing violently and rushing into the crowd of soldiers. Raising his hands and legs, he was invincible, devastating, ruthlessly harvesting fresh life, and running towards the place where Sheng Jiji was.

"Ahh

If you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves, and the dustless scales of Sheng Jiji have long been in his book of life and death. Otherwise, in this vast court, the four of them will be in danger, difficult to walk, constantly chasing and killing, and life and death are unpredictable.

But he forgot the most important point, that his father was the lord of a county, and even if he killed him, it would be difficult for him to escape his father's grasp.

Ji Wuchen, who was bathed in blood, was like a blood-soaked killing god. The bluestone street beneath his feet, the broken corpses and flesh were scattered everywhere, and the blood and water emitting a trace of white smoke turned into a river and flowed slowly. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which was disgusting. Under a pair of fists, I don't know how many souls there are.

It's like hell on earth. The soldier who was still panting, the lapis spear in his hand trembled, he was already frightened and lost his soul, his lips were pale, and his cold hair exploded.

The middle-aged general gave the order again, and the guards were afraid to move forward, and staggered backwards.

Ji Wuchen stared at Sheng Jiji with his eyes fixed, the main envoy did not die, he swore not to give up.

Sheng Jiji's gaze met Ji Wuchen, and his thin body couldn't help but shudder. There was still no fear of all this in his heart, just like before, no one dared to do anything to him. No matter how much you struggle to resist, it is difficult to escape his net. He just needs to wait quietly and enjoy his favorite plaything.

At this time, Xiao Yanran and the three of them seized the opportunity, freed up from the gap, and galloped away outside the city.

Xiao Yanran looked back at Ji Wuchen from afar, and the two lines of crystal tears were like beads of light with broken threads, sliding down her cheeks, and it was difficult to stop.

At this scene, Ji Wuchen was relatively speechless. The stone in my heart gradually fell. Now he has no worries, and his whole person is a lot lighter.

"Chase, quickly capture the three of them for Young Master Ben. There are many rewards. Seunggi looked hideous and shouted eagerly. He didn't want a boiled duck and flew away.

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, and several soldiers heard the order and chased after the three of them, never thinking that they would be stopped by death. The steps that had just been lifted were retracted. Several people looked at Ji Wuchen who was stopping in front of them, their expressions were shocked and trembling.

At this time, Ji Wuchen's blood-red hair had already solidified into strips. Drops of blood slowly slid down the palms of his fingers, disturbing the tranquility of the blood river on the ground, and there was a sound of water droplets dripping, splashing ripples.

The monks and mortals who were watching around were already shocked by this scene, and they were drenched in cold sweat, stammering, and silent.

In the silent street, the sound of blood dripping was exceptionally crisp and loud, and an inexplicable atmosphere spread in the air, enveloping everyone.

"Stepping, stepping...", the commander who seemed to be only forty or fifty years old, slowly walked into the entrance, he was quite calm, a lapsed gold spear played tiger in the palm of his fingers, and hit a few spear flowers in the void.

Suddenly, the commander with an indifferent face stabbed towards Ji Wuchen, who was standing in the river of blood, with an arrow step, holding a green gold spear in both hands.

"Buzz..."There was a burst of roars from the lapid-gold spear, and the spear burst out with a three-inch blue edge, extremely sharp. The gun was extremely cold, and bursts of cold breath rose up at some point and floated around, which was terrifying.

But in the blink of an eye, the three-inch edge of the spear came to Ji Wuchen's eyes and pointed at his head.

When Ji Wuchen heard this scene, his expression was fearless, his eyes burst with fierce color, and he raised his steps to meet him, his steps were vigorous, his steps were like flying, and he brought up gusts of wind.

In an instant, he jerked out his right palm.

"Bang..."Ji Wuchen's right palm firmly grasped the lapid gold spear, Huo Ran turned his eyes to look at the commander, his eyes burst with coldness, like two solid ice shuttles stabbing at him fiercely. Between the electric sparks, his right leg was raised like a divine whip, bringing a gust of wind and sweeping towards the head of the commander.

The commander watched the thunderous blow like a dragon's tail, his pupils constricted, and his neck fell back sharply. Ji Wuchen's leg narrowly ran down his head and scraped his face. The gusts of wind swept through like a sharp blade, leaving a few shallow marks on his face, and the traces of blood condensed into beads of blood, sliding down his cheeks.

Before the storm was over, Ji Wuchen suddenly pulled the lapis spear from the hand of the commander, turned the head of the spear, and with a shock of his right palm, the buzzing body of the spear was surrounded by a trace of brown and yellow light, holding the body of the spear and galloping towards the commander.

At this time, the commander of the Qi Dynasty had a rich gloomy color on his face, and he picked up a spear in the blood river on his toes, put it in his palm, and stabbed it fiercely at Ji Wuchen.

"Poof..."Two lapis spears pierced through the chests of both of them at the same time. Suddenly, the blood exploded, and two crimson blood flowers bloomed in the air, which was extremely dazzling.

The two of them are both in a posture of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 of themselves, both of them are defeated, and they do not give in to each other.

Ji Wuchen's eyes are calm and sharp, his heart is like a rock, and his will is like iron. A palm knife cut off the spear inserted into the chest, and the left palm, which was filled with brownish-yellow light, suddenly soared in brilliance, and suddenly lifted up, and slapped the tail of the lapingold spear inserted in the chest of the commander.

"Boom..."The lapis spear stuck in the commander's chest pierced through his body, and shot away, sinking into a wall. The remaining half of the gun body was still shaking violently, emitting a crisp gunshot.

The commander coughed up blood, and his body, which was concussed by the powerful gun, staggered back several feet. Suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes, and a fierce color burst out, like a brute staring at Ji Wuchen.

"Poof..."The half-shot body of Ji Wuchen's chest was dragged out by him. Suddenly, an unstoppable fountain of blood gushed out and flowed down the body. He didn't even frown as if nothing had happened.

"Commander, hurry up and end this fight. If my little beauty runs away, I will only ask you. The pungent smell of blood filled the field, and Sheng Ki Kei's weak scolding came in.

Sheng Jiji's words were like a flame, completely igniting the monstrous anger in Ji Wuchen's heart. He turned his eyes to stare at Sheng Jiji, and a strong monstrous killing intent poured out of his heart, rising to the sky, raging between heaven and earth.

The onlookers not far from the street were shocked by the killing intent, impacting the deepest part of their hearts, and they hurriedly retreated away from Ji Wuchen with panicked expressions.

Suddenly, Ji Wuchen's face was hideous, and he roared in the sky. Behind the body, multicolored patterns slowly emerge, gradually taking on a dense image, taking root in the void. The well-organized multicolored patterns stretch out, like a colorful snake swimming. Intertwined with each other, they form the prototype of a round wheel. Four beads of light of different colors emerge from the round wheel, gradually separated, and rotate in a circle. The trajectory of the rotation depicts a circle of the same color. Suddenly, the multicolored light skyrocketed, and the rudimentary round wheel evolved into a multicolored divine wheel. An inexplicable mysterious aura vibrated in the void.