A day later.

Southern outskirts of Moscow, Charbayev's estate.

Late at night, the heavy snow a day ago finally stopped at two o'clock in the morning tonight, the first heavy snow at the beginning of winter in the north of the world can be said to be extraordinarily heavy, the thick snow on the ground is almost buried in the knees of people, the cold air plummeted, the cold wind from Siberia swept a qiē, and the whole city became empty all of a sudden.

The same is true of the entire manor, for some reason, even the loyal and brave guards of the Charbayev family have all been removed, and the whole manor is quiet and deadly, only the central castle will have a dim light flickering from time to time, hidden in the darkness, and the flickering light is like an ethereal ghost fire.

Night, three o'clock.

A series of footsteps suddenly sounded around the manor!

I saw that a large number of black and suppressed warriors suddenly rushed from the main entrance, holding long knives, like a fierce torrent poured into the manor, where they passed, the snow on the ground flew, and the heavy breathing of "hum hum" sounded so harsh in this silent night, and the hot air from the breath was diffused into a cloud of white mist in the air, looking at it, the murderous atmosphere!

Visually, at least hundreds of warriors rushed into Charbayev's manor tonight, with the obvious purpose, rushing straight to the most central castle, and in an instant, the entire castle was surrounded by water!

"Roar!"

At the forefront, a middle-aged man wearing battle intent and holding a golden sword roared angrily, his blond hair stood upside down, and the golden energy on his body surged into the sky, like a dancing golden flame: "Northern King Xingtian, get out and die!"

The sound rumbled, like thunder!

After that, the middle-aged man stepped out, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed by three points, and the breath belonging to the strongest man surged, and without saying a word, he swept forward with the golden sword high!

"Kara!"

A ten-zhang long golden sword burst out like lightning piercing the void, slashing directly towards the ancient castle!

"Look for death!"

A low roar suddenly sounded in the ancient castle, and the next moment, "boom" half of the wall of the ancient castle was directly collapsed, and the huge golden dragon claws directly poked out of the ancient castle without warning, and the golden sword light was destroyed in one sweep!

This blow was terrifying to the extreme, it was just the purest physical power, but it made the surrounding void fluctuate, obviously it was already strong to the extreme, not to mention the sword light with one claw, it swept out the violent air current, raising thousands of snow on the ground, and even the middle-aged man who was as strong as a lion couldn't help but take a step back!

"Sanctified in the flesh?"

The middle-aged man stared at the castle with horror in his eyes, and stared at the castle with some disbelief, but his heart gradually sank.

As the so-called connoisseur will know if there is one as soon as he makes a move, this middle-aged man is also a strong man, in the case of today's world not allowing, he has basically gone to the extreme that the vast majority of martial arts cultivators can go, after all, the extraordinary sainthood does not belong to the ordinary martial arts cultivators in this era of civilization, and their eyes are naturally extremely vicious, and they can almost see the strength of the person who just made the move at a glance!

That kind of breath definitely belongs to the sanctified in the flesh!

The ancient martial arts civilization, a hundred schools of thought contend, but if it is unpredictable, only those who have become saints in the flesh, even the factions that have the art of raising corpses in the underworld are not as difficult to fathom as those who have become saints in the flesh!

It is a bottomless and unfathomable, once it is close to the flesh saint, even a strong person who is two realms higher than it will fall!

This is also the reason why the battle experience of the human race in the primeval period made all the races change their color!

The middle-aged man didn't expect that he would meet such a evil star here, and his expression was awe-inspiring for a while, and there was no contempt for him!

At this moment, there was finally movement in the castle, and a series of dull footsteps could be heard in the corridor of the castle opposite the smashed walls......

"Knock knock ......"

Each moment is very rhythmic, as if the drumsticks are beating on the dull drums of war, giving people an oppressive feeling that it is difficult to breathe.

The hundred warriors with swords, plus the middle-aged man, all held their breath and stared at the dark corridor, a wordless haze enveloped their hearts.

After a moment, the footsteps came closer.

A man shrouded in darkness finally slowly walked out of the darkness, wearing gold armor, a golden armor, which had already been completely stained red by blood, and his black hair hung down from his shoulders, blocking half of his cheeks!

The face of the long hair is visible with occasional flicks.

Sword eyebrows, angry eyes, sharp edges and corners, nose like hanging gall, mouth!

The whole face, full of masculine flavor, interprets the male aggression and oppression to the fullest!

Who is this man, who is this man if he is not Xingtian?

It's just that at this moment, his eyes are blood-red!

What's even more strange is that the pupils are like snakes, showing a straight line, cold and ruthless!

A pair of bloody eyes, as if reflecting the Shura Hell, murderous like an abyss, it is hard to imagine how many lives have been contaminated to have such a murderous aura!

What's even more terrifying is that the aura on his body is crazy to the extreme!

Fight there gently, and you will be a great demon who shakes the heavens and the earth!

The power that was sleeping in the blood was activated again, and that beastly power showed blood and chaos!

In the end, Xing Tian finally stood still, and the moment he raised his eyes, blood-colored lightning sprayed from his eyes, and after scanning back and forth, he finally landed on the blonde man, and then he spoke, and his deep voice echoed in the night: "Who will die first?"

"You ......"

The middle-aged man with blond hair had a solemn expression, and when he faced Xingtian, he felt like he was facing a murderer born in chaos at the beginning of the opening of the heavens, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, but he still insisted on himself: "I am Abraham Valero of the Western God of War family, who are you?"

"The North King you're looking for!"

Xing Tian replied indifferently, his words fell, and he stepped on the ground with a "snap", and the whole person passed through the void like a streamer phantom, and rushed towards Valero to kill him!

"Roar!"

Valero's eyes were also red after knowing the identity of Xingtian, and he roared in the air, even though he knew that today's battle was full of fierce and auspicious, but he still launched an attack, holding a golden sword, and rushed straight towards Xingtian to kill the past, before the person arrived, a sword had already been split, and the golden energy was ten feet longitudinal and horizontal, and the sharpness was incomparable!

"Die!"

Xing Tian opened his mouth indifferently, he didn't use a weapon at all, he slapped it directly, and the golden dragon claw turned out and pierced the void.

"Khooth!"

At the moment of the fight, the golden sword was shattered, and the terrifying explosion was annihilated!

Xingtian's figure was not blocked for a moment, and in a flash, he had already come to Valero's side in an instant, and he raised his hand and thrust it into the opponent's chest!

Valero was horrified, the horror of Xingtian had completely exceeded his expectations, and the speed was completely beyond his imagination!

At this time, it was too late to continue the attack, and in desperation, he could only defend the golden sword horizontally on his chest, he still had absolute confidence in his sword, and he spent a lot of treasure materials for the training of an old powerhouse of the Western God of War family, and no one could shake it with his bare hands!

A sneer appeared at the corner of Valero's mouth, he had even seen the scene of Xingtian's finger hitting the sword and breaking.

"Khooth!"

With a crisp sound, Xing Tian turned into a knife with one hand, and directly cut off the golden big sword with his hand, and then with a "poof", the palm of his hand cut into Valero's chest, and squeezed it fiercely, directly crushing the opponent's heart.

The smile on Valero's face froze, his eyes widened, and when he died, he couldn't figure out why the physical power of Xingtian was so terrifying, and he could actually break the weapon cultivated by the transcendent saints, it was unimaginable!

However, he didn't have a chance to figure out this qiē, opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of black blood "wow", and died!

A supreme power...... It's just a spike!

With a cold smile on the corner of Xingtian's mouth, he quietly withdrew his hand from Valero's chest, the black-red blood was still hot, and after it landed, it melted the snow on the ground, leaving a few shocking reds.

The hundred warriors brought by Valero have been completely stupid at this time, the God of War family has been invincible in the West for many years, how long has it been since the strongest man died outside?

Now, one of them was killed in seconds!

These warriors stayed in place for a while, and after knowing that Xingtian cast his eyes on them, everyone couldn't help but shudder in the cold and faint blood-colored eyes, and only then did they finally wake up.

"Damn! he actually killed Lord Valero!"

Someone roared and fearless: "Avenge Lord Valero!"

"For the glory of the God of War family!"

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill!!"

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