Blood stained the earth, Bi Sheng's eyes stared at the sky, there was no life, but his mouth was still foaming with blood, his heart was pierced by Liang Pocheng's sword, even if he was an immortal, it was impossible to save him.

A cultivator of his level is already a real powerhouse, and the strength of the peak of the Six Realms is enough to deter many people in the world, but because of the will of the Peerless Marquis of Megatron, there are already many cultivators gathered around this small courtyard.

In front of such an astonishing number of cultivators, in front of the power controlled by the Peerless Marquis, even the powerful cultivators of the Six Realms had no room for resistance, and in an instant, they turned into gradually cold dead corpses.

Although he knew that Liang Pocheng had killed, the power that came from the siege now was that even he had to kill him.

Liang Pocheng put away his sword and held it in his hand, looking at the other party's hideous death, but it also made the resentment in his heart gradually disappear.

He withdrew the sword from his body, closed his eyes, and thought of many things he had experienced in his life, and he quietly closed his eyes and waited for death, only in this way could he die quietly without implicating too many people.

Towards a remnant wing behind Rong Zhen, ready to end the general's life, even if he is a top master of remnant wing, he will not be able to kill the Seven Realms Grandmaster at any time.

At this moment, a thick bloody aura permeated from outside the courtyard.

The back of Xiang Rongzhen's hand was slightly wet, and it seemed to be raining in the air, but he lowered his head and saw that what was floating on the back of his hand was a very small drop of blood, which had not yet coagulated.

"Liang Pocheng, do you know what you're doing?" his brows furrowed deeply, and he said in an extremely cold voice.

Liang Pocheng, who had closed his eyes and was waiting for death, opened his eyes in amazement, and just when the warm and thick bloody aura was permeating, he also felt the commotion outside this alley, even if there seemed to be no sound, this bloody breath was too familiar to him, but he himself didn't understand what was going on outside at the moment.

He had been in the Northwest for decades, and he had witnessed how that old man had risen in the sea of corpses and bones, and he knew very well how much strength the Wushuang Marquis had hidden in the Northwest over the years in addition to his own cultivation.

The Peerless Marquis is a true hero, and just by virtue of his unparalleled resourcefulness, it is enough to make anyone fearful.

Liang Pocheng was able to achieve the position of a titled general in these years, naturally he would not be a mediocre talent, if he had the opportunity, of course he would fight with Wang Qian, but it was precisely because he knew the ability of Wang Qian, the unequaled marquis, and also knew the ruthless indifference of this old man, and the powerful cultivators under him, knew that no matter how hard he fought, he decided to do a few things that he wanted to do in his life but had not yet done, and then died peacefully.

Who dares to challenge the majesty of the unequaled Marquis Wang Jian within the range of more than 2,000 miles of the Biluo Border Army?

In the pavilion in the distance, there is a faint sound of pipa, I don't know who is starting to play a song of the general's line, the low sound of the piano is like the flow of years There are soldiers and horses passing through.

The sound of a blade running through the blood rang out clearly.

Xiang Rongzhen narrowed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, a powerful aura spread, and the hair tied behind him was blasted away by the powerful force, and it was scattered, and the emanation in front of his forehead covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his expression in the darkening sky.

He no longer questioned Liang Pocheng, because he could see that Liang Pocheng's stunned appearance at the moment was real, that is, this change probably had nothing to do with Liang Pocheng.

In the distance, smoke curls from the cooking, and the faint sound of the pipa enters an ordinary bungalow in the deep alley.

Frozen in the mud of this ordinary bungalow.

Guan Baifei, a cultivator in the army, was wearing a moon-white robe, his hair was coiled, the scabbard in his left hand was gold inlaid with white jade, and the hilt was delicate ivory, which looked gorgeous and delicate, completely like a work of art, not like a killing tool.

However, in the hands of this elegant swordsman, under the "inch" sword made of unique metal at the tip of this sword, there are many opponents who have fallen.

Guan Baifei is a side descendant of the Guan family, he is not valued in the family, so he came to the northwest to enlist in the army, and now it has been thirteen years, it is the time to sharpen a sword to the sharpest, and now he is already a strong man at the peak of the Six Realms, and the eyes of the Guan family have noticed his body, which makes him very proud.

Although he could already smell the thick smell of blood in the distance, and felt that an enemy seemed to be walking through the deep alley like a giant python, he still stood motionless in the dark attic.

Because his task was only to guard the period, he knew very well that the reason why the Wushuang Marquis was so powerful was because he had many cultivators like him under his command, even the Grandmasters of the Seven Realms, and there were many of them, and the iron order was like a mountain, and any cultivator would follow his orders unconditionally and would not leave his post without permission.

I don't know how many strong people there are in the Great Qin military, how many cultivators behind the scenes, and only here will there be so many cultivators willing to come here in the place where there are frequent military exploits in the northwest.

"Ding Dong!"

A pillar in the attic behind Guan Baifei suddenly cracked like a piece of paper.

This pillar, which was not very sturdy, seemed to have been torn apart, and without the support of one of the pillars, it seemed that it was about to collapse, burying the swordsman in the moon-white robe.

But the look on his face was as calm as water, unaffected by the crumbling wood chips and the pillars that fell from the roof at this moment, and not even the rate of his breathing was scattered.

At this moment, Guan Baifei began to become sharp, the inch mang roared softly in his hand, the true yuan in his body began to circulate, the long sword in his hand, gently picked it up, the sword shot out, and the sword body with cold light flashed out at an astonishing speed, along with the sword qi.

The sword light is like flowing water, extremely clear, and the heaven and earth are like a ribbon slowly coming.

Blue Water Sword, Cold Light Slash, Guan Baifei In the thirteen years of tempering, this blow has been perfect.

It wasn't until this blow came out that he himself saw that it was only a young girl in green clothes wearing a pair of incongruous purple embroidered shoes that broke through the wall.

His heart was stunned, his gaze was staggered, but the sword in his hand did not stop at all, like a ray of light shooting towards this girl in Tsing Yi who didn't know what her identity was.

The girl's temples were a little wet and sweaty, and in the face of this merciless sword, she just stretched out her hand towards the tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword was condensed between her hands, less than an inch from the palm of her white palm, but it was pressed against the thin air compressed to the extreme, and it couldn't be pierced.

A majestic pressure roared, and the moon-white robe behind Guan Baifei instantly cracked, turning into pieces of flying flowers.

The muscles all over his body bulged and squirmed, so his clothes were instantly swelled, but the tip of his sword was still frozen in the air, unable to move an inch.

This is an unspeakable war between practitioners.

In an instant, Guan Baifei, who was filled with the most awe-inspiring and ruthless meaning of the border army, suddenly had a helpless and miserable look on his face.

He was still alive at this moment, but he knew very well in his mind that he was going to die.

The opponent's burst of True Yuan alone blocked his blow with a sword weapon that could break through heavy armor, and his cultivation was probably at least above the grandmaster.

Such an opponent is simply impossible to give him any chance to change his moves, and the strength he has cannot be withstanding.

But even so, he still wanted to fight.

"Blue water harvest!"

The silk in the sky turned into a turquoise river, and the river began to flow backwards, touching the soul.

The inch of light shimmers in the clear water, and the starlight is like a fish swimming in the clear water.

The river flows backwards, and the blue water spreads all over the sky, like a layer of green light curtain, and in this light curtain, the little starlight turns into a sword intent, which is extremely powerful.

There was blue water flowing in the sky, and the girl's thin body looked vulnerable, but there was not the slightest fear on her face.

With a faint smile, he stretched out his finger and stopped in front of him, as if the green mountains on both sides of the river began to converge, and the way of the blue water flowing backwards was blocked, and the endless river could no longer move.

The inch in the blue water let out a wail, and the two green mountains slowly fell, and the huge pressure made the blue water break down.

The inch fell to the ground, and it was extremely crisp.

Countless rivers sprinkled down from the sky, and the sword qi of the starlight also fell down, so it was a heavy rain, a sword rain.

"Who the hell are you?"

At this last moment when he knew that death was coming, the swordsman who walked out of the Guan family was just deeply puzzled, he didn't know what the identity of the other party was, how many enemies came, and how it was that those cultivators who were scattered in the nearby high pavilion with arrows, and those cultivators who specialized in throwing spears in the army, didn't even shoot an arrow, not even a spear, so that he didn't have the slightest chance to survive.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the sword body of the inch mang sword was broken.

The girl in Tsing Yi and Guan Baifei staggered by, but in a flash, Guan Baifei's chest sank, and the whole person flew out backwards and knocked down a wall.

The house in the distance collapsed, burying the sword that had been broken in two.

The crisp sound continued in the distance.

In the deep alley, several exclamations and screams rang out.

Xiang Rongzhen's brows began to wrinkle slightly, since it was a general today, no matter how many people died in this deep alley, it was just a peaceful chaos in the military headquarters, and no one would care about it at all, but this was obviously the shocking exclamations and screams of some civilians, which meant that some of the people he placed on the periphery had also died, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for anyone to be able to enter this deep alley.

And all the while, he didn't hear many arrows and spears breaking through the air.

Could it be that some big man sitting behind a curtain intervened in this?

If so, then this time it was so much fun.