The 500 'wall-breaking army' is under the 'Restoration Palace', which is fierce and small, but it is extremely deterrent. The elite division that has been tempered on the battlefield is naturally not half a star worse than the ordinary 'security army'.

In front of the door of the 'Restoration Palace', an old man in black and a young man riding a black tiger stood in the wind.

The coercive momentum exuded by this old man and young man actually blocked the five hundred 'wall-breaking army'.

In front of the 'wall-breaking army', three teenagers and an old man in brocade stood smiling.

The second colt of the North Hall is wearing silver armor, and he holds the 'Snow Drinking Crazy Knife' that exudes a light blue brilliance in his hand, and the horizontal knife is immediate, quite a king's style.

The black-clothed old man in front of the palace saw this, and bowed his head slightly: "Nanyan lost to a future prince like you, you really lost unjustly!"

"Zhuge Iron Arm, I'm old, what do you have to say. Beside the second colt of Kitado, the old man in brocade clothes slowly took off the hat on his head.

Together with Ye Junlin and Wang Bodang, the five hundred 'wall-breaking army' suddenly saluted: "Participate in the ancestor." ”

The shouting shook the sky, like thunder.

Chu Liangchen was slightly surprised, but Zhuge Iron Arm was an ancient well without waves.

"I guessed that this so-called 'newcomer trial' was not as simple as it seemed, but I didn't expect that it would be you Beitang Hui who personally led the troops here. ”

"Only by breaking can we stand up, we old bones, it is time to hand over this world to young people. Beitang Hui smiled, the space ring on his hand flashed slightly, and a long sword that shone with a light blue brilliance like the Snow Drinking Crazy Knife appeared on his hand.

"Zhuge old monster, dare to fight with me!" Beitang Hui's long sword broke through the sky and asked loudly.

The five hundred mounts, along with the White Wolf King and the Black Tiger, all trembled slightly.

"From my youth to now, have I fought with you less?" Zhuge Tiebi smiled and took out two iron gloves shining with black runes from his arms.

Beitang Hui's expression changed slightly, and he only heard him smile: "This time, it may be the last time." ”

Beitang Hui and Zhuge Tiejian glanced at each other, and then, the blue Xuanguang and the black Xuanguang rose in full bloom, and the two of them were like two rays of light, soaring into the sky and flying high into the sky.

At the gate of the palace, there was only a lonely Chu Liangchen left, and he looked at Ye Junlin with a look of resentment.

Regarding Chu Liangchen's sudden change, Ye Junlin has always been confused and inexplicable. He wanted to know why that good-natured little Shota had become so evil.

Beitang Ciju seemed to have seen through Ye Junlin's thoughts, he gently patted Ye Junlin's shoulder, and said slowly: "The old ancestor said that this Chu Liangchen was fused by someone else's soul. In other words, his body is still his body, but his soul has been devoured by others. ”

"In other words, the original Chu Liangchen is dead?" Ye Junlin's voice suddenly became cold, like a thousand years of ice.

Beitang Jiju trembled slightly, and then nodded: "You can also say that." ”

"Boom!"

A blazing fire rose into the air, burning the air around it.

The Red Flame Sword broke through the air, like a flaming dragon, and fell into Ye Junlin's hands.

"Who the hell are you?" Jian Feng pointed obliquely, and Ye Junlin's eyes were like two sharp mangs, and the people who saw it were terrified.

"Hahaha" Chu Liangchen laughed, and the laughter was extremely rampant.

"The old man will not change his name, he will not change his surname, but he is the lord of 'Fuguo City' - Wang Liang is also!"

Ye Junlin put the long sword in front of his chest, and said word by word: "I don't care who you are, because, no matter who you are, you have to die." ”

Ye Junlin's words fell, and the colorful Lan light surged up, the fierce wind shook the sky and the earth, and the sword qi rose, like a surging Lang flower, covering the sky and the sun.

Wang Liang stared at this young man who only had the cultivation of 'middle-level Xuan Ling', and was secretly surprised in his heart: how could there be such a terrifying sword gang?

Ye Junlin and Chu Liangchen have known each other for a very short time. But some people can tie Jin Lan with just a look and a movement.

Chu Liangchen was inexplicably deceived and devoured his soul like this, how could Ye Junlin be indifferent.

"I'll let you pay for it with blood!" "The Red Flame Sword Huo Ran slammed.

"A sword rolls against the dragon wall!"

"Two swords shine together!"

"The sword qi weighs three catties!"

Ye Junlin's attack was extremely powerful sword skills, and the 'Sword Three Catties' fell, and he held back great resentment in his heart, so the only thing he could do was to bring the kind old man's lifelong learning to the sharpest realm.

Beitang Jiju looked at these three sword skills, and his heart was also surging!

For the love of the old man, no one is as good as him!

"'Wall Breaker Army', rush me!"

Beitang Jiju pointed the snow drinking knife sharply forward, and with a loud roar, the five hundred 'wall-breaking army' were like a sharp arrow, deafening, and rushed into the palace in a mighty way.

Wang Liang got up to stop him, but was stopped by Ye Junlin.

Wang Liang, who was anxious and angry, scolded: "Little cub, I want to make your life worse than death!"

A spear, in Wang Liang's hand, danced with a fierce wind, surging and agitating, straight towards Ye Junlin's throat, Ye Junlin was not afraid, and the Chiyan Sword in his hand instantly rose more flames.

Guns and swords intersect, metal tiles roar, endlessly, the wind gusts, the sword aura is fierce, the sparks overflow, and the sky and the earth change color.

The White Wolf King carried Ye Junlin and Wang Liang on the black tiger, constantly fighting, and in the blink of an eye, it was already more than a hundred moves.

"Proud sword style, eagle strikes the sky!"

The sword aura was like the wind, and the surrounding leaves, flowers and plants were all cut and mutilated.

The hurricane condensed into a goshawk, hissed, and soared vertically for nine days. Then he turned around and swooped down, towards Wang Liang, and grabbed his head.

After Ye Junlin's comprehension and improvement, the 'Eagle Strikes the Sky' has transformed into another kind, a new mystical technique, and the grade has even reached the 'middle grade of the Xuan Rank'.

Wang Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had foreseen the horror of this style of sword technique.

The long sword in his hand kept swinging, and a spear was slashed into a large circle by him. In the center of the circle, the black light condensed into a black meteorite, and the hurricane goshawk smashed straight away.

"Boom!"

In mid-air, there was a loud noise, and the earth within a radius of 100 meters shook slightly.

The land collapsed, the houses collapsed, a scene, like the end of the world.

In the palace behind him, the sound of killing and crying was endless. The fire spread from within the court, and thick smoke billowed from the sky.

The so-called 'confidential officers' in the 'Restoration City' are estimated to have all died in the flames.

Wang Liang's eyes cracked, and above the spear, black smoke rose up. He looked at Ye Junlin and laughed: "If you can force me to make this move, even if you die, you are enough to be proud!"