Cangyue, the man in the tent, had an indifferent face, and in this extremely short period of time when ordinary cultivators didn't even have time to drink a syllable, he had already taken a step forward.

With a figure as calm as an iron mountain, he stood in front of the medicine jar covered by his helmet.

The red-faced middle-aged man's black-red light flying sword was only a few inches away from his body, and in the eyes of ordinary cultivators, this was no longer a distance at all, but in his eyes, the light flying sword movement of countless black-red sparks constantly vibrating from this sword was very slow, and he still had enough time to deal with the situation in front of him.

"Zhao Honglei, Li Ku's junior brother, I've been waiting for you to come for a long time. ”

He let out a contemptuous voice, and before the first syllable could be officially sounded, the air in the space in front of him shook suddenly, like a muffled thunderclap.

Under the extremely powerful soul power on his body in an instant, the charcoal brazier in front of him completely shook into flying chips, not only the fiery charcoal, but even the copper plate containing the charcoal fire was instantly torn by the powerful force and shook into countless gravel-like debris.

Placed next to the charcoal brazier, the scabbard was also the strongest flying sword in Purgatory Mountain made of silver-white meteorite The Qiyao Demon Sword also floated in the air under this shock, and the sword body and scabbard were separated in an instant.

This flying sword, which is also black and red, has been forcibly cut off a sword tip in the fight with Li Ku, and it looks like an ugly flat ruler at the moment, but this ugly flying sword seems to be the same as Wen Ren Cangyue, and the whole body exudes an aura of contempt and ridicule.

In this extremely short period of time when ordinary cultivators had no time to react, and even because they had exceeded the limit of perception, they could no longer judge the location of the opponent's flying sword, this flying sword with an incomparably turbulent and violent energy forcefully plunged into a few inches in front of the red-faced middle-aged man's flying sword, and slashed heavily at the red-faced middle-aged man's flying sword.

"Smack!"

It's like a ruler hitting a black-red dragonfly.

Although the sound was not huge, in fact, it was only because the surrounding air was crushed into substance by the majestic collision force, and it could not be transmitted.

The thin flying sword that kept vibrating countless black-red sparks trembled suddenly, and with this "snap" sound, the moment before, it was as if it had cut through the void, and a straight black-red light flying sword formed in the air was blasted into countless scattered fragments by the powerful force.

Almost at the same time, the entire Chinese army's tent cracked, and all the rest of the tent except for the top of the tent swelled outward and exploded.

The powerful air slammed into the red-faced middle-aged man's body like a sharp blade, instantly cutting countless cracks into the yellow armor on the sword master's body.

The ugly Qiyao Flying Sword, which seemed to have a strong sense of contempt and ridicule all over its body, stabbed forward without stopping, passing through the scattered fragments of the flying sword, like a meteorite falling from the sky, and smashed into the chest of the red-faced middle-aged man.

A mouthful of blood arrows erupted from the red-faced man's mouth, and his chest quickly sunken like a crater, but his complexion was even more resolute, and all the soul power in his body gathered into his chest at this moment.

The instant eruption of the soul power of the Saint Master level powerhouse shattered many important organs in his body in this instant, but at this moment, his skin was shattered, and his sunken chest became no longer flesh and blood, but turned into a substance that was harder than most of the metals used to refine soul soldiers, and clamped down on the Qiyao Flying Sword of Wenren Cangyue.

Coming to assassinate Wenren Cangyue, whether it was successful or not, he and the two young cultivators who were also born in the Thousand Demon Caves did not think of leaving alive.

From the very beginning, their plan was to use the death of the first young cultivator to attract Wenren Cangyue's first outburst, and then to use his life to clamp Wenren Cangyue's flying sword.

......

At the moment ago, it was still extremely domineering, and the Qiyao Flying Sword, which exuded a strong sense of contempt and ridicule all over its body, trembled with fear, but it could not be pulled out of Li Ku's junior brother's body.

Because after practicing it I don't know how many times, the hand of another young cultivator stretched out from under the left armpit of the red-faced middle-aged man at this moment, as if another hand had been born on the body of the red-faced middle-aged man whose vitality was already disappearing rapidly.

At this time, the red-faced middle-aged man with his sword was also the shield of this young cultivator.

By the time this hand was stretched out, the young cultivator was already dead.

His face became blacker than the medicinal juice that Wen Ren Cangyue had drunk before, and ink-like pus and blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and his breathing was completely stopped, but the hand he stretched out was gathering a power far beyond his cultivation, and it exploded violently, as if there was a phantom of a black snake rising in it, but it was instantly blasted into pieces by a more powerful force.

This outstretched hand completely disappeared in an extremely short period of time when the rapidly flying flying sword moved an inch, forming a terrifying black air current, which struck towards Wenren Cangyue.

This force is even more powerful than the blow of the red-faced middle-aged man.

This is the real killer move of these three assassins.

At this moment, Xu Qiubai, the archer who was close to the Holy Master who almost killed Lin Xi with one arrow, had enough time to shoot the second arrow, but this powerful archer did not strike again, because he also knew that the power of his arrow could not stop this terrifying black air flow at all.

......

The front end of this black airflow was strangely faintly condensed into the shape of a skull, and the black airflow behind it was like the long hair on this skull.

Li Ku's junior brother, the Thousand Demon Cave Saint Master named Zhao Honglei, had already begun to die, but as if he had returned to the light, his consciousness and perception were clearer than usual at this moment.

He sensed that even if Wenren Cangyue was able to withdraw the flying sword, with the power of the blow of the Seven Yao Demon Sword, he would not be able to stop this black air flow.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Wenren Cangyue to block this blow.

However, at this moment, Wen Ren's eyes showed a hint of pity and sarcasm.

Facing the black air flow in front of him, he didn't try to retrieve the Qiyao Demon Sword that was stuck in Zhao Honglei's chest, but poked his left hand into the cloth on his chest, and then stretched it out.

In his outstretched hand was a small bone relic.

Could it be that such a small sword, which was only as slender as two toothpicks, was more powerful than the Qiyao Flying Sword, which was made of meteorite iron in Purgatory Mountain and embedded with the powerful vitality contained in the meteorite?

At this moment, such a thought subconsciously flashed through Zhao Honglei's mind.

However, in the next moment, a vast and incomparable, violent energy with an aura of defiance against the sky erupted from the small bone relic sword.

"Poof!"

The black air flow started from the very front, and all of them were destroyed by the violent sword qi gushing out from this small sword, and the violent vitality power rolled backwards, Zhao Honglei's body flew backwards, and in the inverted flight, the flesh and blood of the body except for the entire chest began to collapse, and the powerful vitality that was scattered continued to invade backwards.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

There were three camps in a row in the rear, all of which collapsed in an instant.

Zhao Honglei's consciousness and perception also froze instantly, and he felt the breath of his senior brother Li Ku, this sword was like a sword slashed by Li Ku.

He understood what kind of sword this bone relic sword was, and then his mouth became extremely bitter, and his heart became extremely bitter.

He never thought that he would assassinate this tyrannical general who completely ignored the lives of the reckless soldiers and civilians for the sake of his senior brother, but in the end, he was resolved by the other party in this way.

The warning sound in the company camp continued to sound, and columns of reckless soldiers poured in from all directions, seeing the big tent of the Chinese army that had been completely turned into ruins, as well as the three camp tents that collapsed in front of Wenren Cangyue, and then seeing the ground cracked like a spider's web at the foot of Wenren Cangyue, these sergeants all felt what kind of strength duel Fang was, and their faces changed for a while.

Wenren Cangyue put away the bone relic sword in his hand.

He first glanced indifferently at the three already mutilated corpses of cultivators, then glanced at the sergeants who arrived around him, shook his head, and said, "It's too slow... In the Biluo border army, when the alarm bell rings five times, it will be a hundred steps away from the tent. I don't know how you trained before, but from now on, you'll train once a day. After three days, if any of the school officials could not do it, the school officials would be dismissed. Included in the forward battalion, wartime rushed in the first array. ”

Hearing Wenren Cangyue's words, and thinking of the series of extremely strict reward and punishment regulations that this marshal had promulgated before, the reckless Yellow Tent soldiers around him, whose combat strength and will were definitely not inferior to Yun Qin's elite sergeants, all trembled slightly involuntarily.

No one dared to ridicule Wenren Cangyue as the lost dog of Biluoling in their hearts, and everyone was just shocked by the strength and majesty of Wenren Cangyue again.

Wen Ren Cangyue did not speak again.

Several cold generals who did not look like reckless men began to take his place and issue orders, some sergeants retreated in an orderly manner, and some sergeants began to reorganize their camps.

Wen Ren Cangyue turned around, lifted the heavy helmet on the ground behind him, lifted the intact warm medicine pot, and then he slowly turned around and looked at the outline of Qianxia Mountain in the snow in the distance.

"The old emperor's people have been almost eradicated. ”

"This time, those opposition forces in the Thousand Demon Caves have also surfaced, and they can be eradicated quickly... It's time to send troops. ”

Looking at the shadow of Qianxia Mountain in the distance, this powerful existence whose body was recovering day by day, with a trace of fanaticism in his heart, said slowly in a voice that only he could hear: "The soldier is unexpected, eldest grandson Jinse, I guess you wouldn't have thought that I would actually send troops north in turn." Hu Piyi's child... Do you think you're going to be my opponent?"

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(Asking for a monthly pass seems to be the first time to ask for a monthly pass, so let's give some face.) If you give me help, I'll break out again tomorrow)