Rewind the clock a little, and in front of the mysterious stone wall, the silver priest and the heirloom king face each other. The two of them exchanged their eyes in the void, and the condensed murderous aura was like a real blade, slashing and slashing between the enemy and me, bursting out with terrifying aftermath.

The Silver Priest knew that this heirloom King was a master, and although he had not broken through to the realm of the world, the feeling of danger was real. Manichaean martial arts are inherited from the Assassin ways of the Old Man of the Mountain, and the Assassins always have some unusual special moves.

So he decided to try convincing first.

His voice was cold: "Why are you holding me back?"

The voice of the Dharma King was also cold: "Because you can't go in." ”

The silver priest's voice became colder: "The man from before will be able to go in?"

"Yes. ”

"Why? Could it be because of this?" the silver priest raised the flame in his hand, "I have this too." ”

"It's not. ”

"Or is it because of his identity? Don't be deceived, that person is the first flower thief in the Central Plains, not a Manichaean at all. If he can enter, so can I. ”

"Neither. The King of the Throne was unwavering: "You can't go in because your life is not good." ”

"Life?" After being ruthlessly cheated by Jiao Niang, the silver priest is now allergic to this word, and immediately shouted angrily: "Just a puppet, you dare to speak of the destiny of heaven?!"

"Why don't you dare?" said the King of the World, in a mocking tone, "Your fate is not good, because I would not have stopped anyone who came here, but unfortunately you are a Mongol." As for Temujin's cubs, I have always seen one and slaughter the other, without exception. ”

The Silver Priest's eyes immediately narrowed.

At this point, it doesn't make sense.

Since it doesn't make sense. Let's do it!

"Die!" snorted. Strong winds break through the air. The two of them went from static to mobile at the same time, turning into flashing light and shadow. The light and shadow collided, and the energy burst out, only to hear a soft sound, and the colorless air vibrated like ripples into a two-meter-diameter twisted ball.

"Huh?!" came the silver priest's surprised cry from the void.

The light and shadow flowed, and the high speed that ordinary people couldn't see clearly made the two turn into vertical and horizontal light. The light bounced back and forth on the ground and walls, piercing the void repeatedly. The wind is raging, and the killing opportunities are endless. The people of the Yuan Qi pressure were flustered, and the silver priest had already used the means of the world, wanting to break the trick with his strength.

I only heard the sound of Bo Bo Bo endlessly, and the ripples of the void did not stop for a moment, and it was obvious that the two of them had a real fire as soon as they came up.

But after the dazzling attack and defense, there was a flicker of light and shadow, and the two of them stood still in the position they had just now, no different from the beginning. The heirloom Dharma King had a slight scar on his body, and he was a little embarrassed after the extreme offensive and defensive battle, after all, his cultivation was inferior to the silver sacrifice a lot.

But the look of mockery on the face of the heirloom Dharma King remained undiminished. There is even a faint sense of pride - to fight the strong with the weak, and not to fall behind. Nature is something to be proud of.

The expression of the silver sacrifice was very solemn, he stared at the heirloom Dharma King, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "In the way of the other, give back to the other body - the Murong family's dou turn the stars?"

"You can't do martial arts, and you can't do eyesight. I don't have a surname like Murong, my surname is Li - the Li of the Western Xia royal family. I didn't use the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift, but the peerless magic skill that my Li clan had worked hard for generations, and the peerless magic skill that integrated Xiao Wuxiang Gong, Bai Hong's palm power, and Dou Zhuan Xing Shift-Qiankun Great Shift. There was no wave in his eyes, and there was hatred in his heart: "Since the day of success, I have always thought of sacrificing the flag with a dog. ”

The Immortal Heavenly God Sect sacrifices and the descendants of the Western Xia royal family have both national and family hatreds, and their positions are completely opposed, and the contradictions between the two sides have become irreconcilable. The silver sacrificial killing machine skyrocketed, intending to attack and kill, shake off the entanglement and rush into the hole. But at this moment, there was a terrifying and familiar aura rising from the depths of the cave, and it was when Jiao Niang planned to transfer her skills and mobilize all her strength.

"It's her!" Silver Sacrifice's eyes flashed with a hint of horror for a moment: "She's not dead! she's really not dead!

That kind of strange poison can't even kill her? It seems that the mighty of the mysterious island is not a bluff, how strong is she! Just think about the situation when the delicate girl turned into the supreme child grandmother and showed great power, the silver sacrifice seems to be still in a nightmare.

This trace of fear quickly turned into an endless anger in his heart, which made him angry, made him crazy and hateful, and at the same time made him have a subtle subconscious in his heart: he must not play alone against that woman, and must be bullied with more and less. And with this annoying bastard Dharma King on his side, the situation is extremely unfavorable.

Thirty-six plans, go for the upper plan. I brought so many people here, why do I have to fight alone? As long as I break through the city and the army is killed, all masters will be besieged and killed!

Just do it, the silver sacrifice no longer talks nonsense, and without saying a word, he turned into a streamer and rushed out. The heirloom Dharma King snorted coldly: "Menggou Hugh away!" and swooped to catch up. The two of them fought as they walked, like two refractions that bounced back and forth in the cave. The crackling sound was endless, and the caves and the earth were full of marks.

Outside the Acropolis, the army was ready to go, and the gongs and drums shook the sky. Whoosh, silver light flew, and the silver sacrifice broke out of the siege in the self-defense city, and landed in the battle array from the sky. He turned around and glared at the Acropolis, at the heirloom king on the wall of the Acropolis, at all the enemies who stood in his way, and roared angrily: "Kill ——!!"

"Kill ——!!"

The killing machine is monstrous, and the army is attacking the city. This time it is no longer the tentative and conservative petty fight like before, but a desperate fight that has been fought to the death with all its might since the beginning.

Even though there were already people attacking the city in front, the officers still ordered the archers to pick up their wolf's fangs and arrows, intending to wash the ground from a distance without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy. The powerful siege cavalry was the first to pull up the nightmarish hammer, and the heavy iron hooves stomped the ground.

Boom, thunder drums roared, people shouted horses neighing, and the sound of killing boiled into the sky.

Boom, random arrows pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and the rain of arrows covered the sky and the sun.

When the army is pressed with all its might, how big waves can a small Acropolis and a few masters make?

But in this chaotic battlefield, masters such as the Silver Priest and the Inheritance Dharma King suddenly heard a sound that should not be, which was the sound of the piano. The sound is not loud, but it is clear and exciting. With a vigorous life force. The noise of the battlefield can't even cover it. And that's not all. Under the control and guidance of this sound, many sounds slowly harmonize with it, and are wrapped in its melody and rhythm.

The snare drum was pounding, as if it were beating it.

There was a burst of killing, as if it was making sound effects for it.

The shouts of people, the neighing of horses, and even the sonorous sound of swords striking were extracted and refined. became part of a huge piece of music. And this piano sound is the invisible conductor of this symphony.

The sound of this piano is simply unreasonable.

This piano player has simply become the master of sound.

This vast battlefield symphony is naturally indispensable for a hero who stands up to the sky and the earth as the lead singer.

[I—standing, in the gale]

[I can't hate, I can't do it]

[Looking at the sky - the sky is moving, the clouds are moving in all directions]

[Sword in hand, ask the world who is the hero!]

This song comes with sadness, anger, pride, madness, and heroism that looks at everything. The song is full of spirit. It is so shocking that people even forget the specific voice quality. The whole mind was taken away by this momentum.

At this moment, every master above the level gave birth to a sense, as if there was a strange peak rising from the ground on the boundless and infinite wild land, heading straight to the sky and stabbing into the Netherworld Void. Even the chaotic murderous aura that permeated the heavens and the earth was stirred by it.

Who's this?!

Who has such a strong momentum?!

It was dark, and as soon as the galaxy rose into the sky, the inheritance of the Great Limit Monument of Heaven began. The silver priest was red-eyed - whoever it was, kill him!

Squeak, bend the bow like a full moon, and play like lightning. The wolf's tooth arrow rose into the air, arcing in the sky, and swishing through the air to kill the song. There are even masters who infuse internal force and shoot arrows like meteors. But I only heard a roar behind the city wall, and a powerful shock wave blew in all directions, and before the arrows could hit the ground, all of them were shattered, turning into scattered wood dust and iron filings.

The gate of the Acropolis rumbled, and I don't know what force shook it, and it clicked far away, and burst out into miserable planks. The smoke and dust were everywhere, and some people in the dust came out of the city gate, and a man stood at the door. The rolling dust obscured the line of sight of the observer, and he couldn't see the appearance of the comer, but he only felt that two thunderous eyes shot out and swept on the faces of all the enemies, and the roar was earth-shattering: "Who dares to fight!!"

Silver Sacrifice Steel Teeth clenched, damn, who would be stupid to go single-handedly? Give it to me, heap him to death!

Boom, the horses' hooves cracked the ground, and the siege cavalry that had just been launched was already galloping. More than thirty people and horses plus a huge battering ram, this is an exaggerated force that mortals can't resist at all, and when they rub it, it is a blur of flesh and blood. No matter what kind of master you are, you have to dodge, and as long as you dodge, this acropolis is doomed!

But the man in the smoke and dust did not hide, but continued to sing to the sound of the piano.

[I stand, in the gale]

[I can't hate, I can't go through the heartache]

[Looking at the sky, the clouds move in all directions]

[Sword in hand, ask the world who is the hero!]

The man's hand was raised, and what seemed to be a huge blade like lava was slowly raised. Then, it's a heavy blow of the Cloud Cracked Stone!

Buzz, a demonic roar of heavy metal remix scraped through the void, clicking, and the massive blade slashed straight at the tip of the battering ram. The battering ram instantly slammed directly into the ground, and was stepped on the front by the man in the smoke and dust. It's like a high-speed train crashing into an immovable object, only to hear a boom, and the battering ram flies throughout.

The shouts of waw and wow were endless, and the siege heavy cavalry turned on their backs for a while, and several of them were thrown high and flew up and slapped on the city wall.

The people in the smoke and dust didn't care about those minions, they just stepped up, turned around, swung their legs at the falling battering ram, and their long white and gold hair flew - the dragon swung its tail!

Bang, like a giant hammer hitting a bell, the battering ram flew over a long distance with a low whistling sound, crashed into a bleak passage in the battle formation of the Mongolian army, and crashed straight into the silver sacrifice. The silver priest was angry and raised his hand with a shout. With a snap, he slapped his hands on the top of the hammer, and his face immediately turned red and was about to drip blood.

"Hmm——!" The silver sacrifice was retreated by the huge force and kept slipping, and countless guards flew away from his shoulders and back. "Ah——!" The vitality shook, and the silver sacrifice converted the power with all its strength, and the battering ram bounced to the back with a swish, and finally unloaded the force. But as soon as the silver priest looked up, he looked at the deep furrow that his two legs had ploughed into the ground, and he was furious and frightened.

Who the hell is this man?

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and in the gaze of thousands of people, an arm stretched out into the dust. One finger, like a spear, pointed directly at the silver sacrifice. With Jiao Niang's six-vein divine sword jade bead in front of her, the silver sacrifice actually flashed subconsciously.

But this finger is just an ordinary finger, and it is also an arrogant finger: "You!"

The silver priest squinted.

The man pointed at Tong Qi again: "You!"

Tong Qi's eyes lit up.

Then he pointed to the sixth bronze sacrifice: "You!"

The color of the copper sacrifice changes.

Of course, there are also the Hundred Loss Daoists: "You!"

The Hundred Damage Daoist gritted his teeth.

Then there were all the masters in the army, and the fingers pointed at them one by one, and all the people who were pointed at were suddenly awe-inspiring, feeling an inexplicable threat and provocation.

The man's eyes swept across the room. With a wave of his fingers like a heavenly knife, he encompassed the enemy's thousands of troops and horses, and roared again: "Who dares to fight!!" (To be continued......

PS: I'm really afraid of what's coming, I was scheduled for the night shift on the first day. After the first night shift, there was a day shift today...... This chapter was written with a little effort after eating, and I was touched by this professionalism. What are you waiting for?Vote for free now~~