"Hehe, although these one hundred and eight people have unfathomable martial arts cultivation, they are fighting on their own, so there is no need to worry at all!"

At this time, a person suddenly appeared behind the old man, this person was surrounded by purple rays, and his breath was strong and abnormal.

Jue Xin looked at the person who suddenly appeared, and there was some jealousy in his eyes.

The young man with the long knife on the other side of the old man didn't seem to have much feeling for the person who suddenly appeared, and a pair of cold eyes were still staring at the palace not far away.

In the palace, tens of thousands of forbidden troops armed with new-style firearms guarded outside the Fengtian Palace, and on the steps of the main hall, Nie Feng stood with a sword.

Although he couldn't see the things outside the Chengtian Gate clearly, he could clearly feel a fierce knife intent, coming straight to him from outside the Chengtian Gate.

"Your Majesty, without further ado, it's better to let your subordinates take action......"

Jue Xin stepped forward and said to the old man.

But before he could finish speaking, the old man waved his hand slightly, turned around and glanced at the person behind him who was covered in purple light.

"Let the Emperor also see if your Purple Qi Sect has wasted its reputation!"

The man with the purple light smiled disdainfully, then waved his hand.

In the open space behind him, hundreds of purple-robed and masked Dongying warriors poured out in an instant.

These people, judging from the breath alone, are not weaker than the masters of the product, and the breath they exude is linked to each other, forming an endless cycle.

"Kill!"

The person with purple qi said lightly, and the hundreds of purple qi sect subordinates behind him instantly swept into the battlefield.

Poof!

What made everyone sideline was that these were obviously purple-robed killers under Emperor Dongying, and after entering the formation, they didn't go straight to the one hundred and eight yakshas.

Instead, he raised his hand and slashed the ghost fork Luo in front of him into two.

Just those ghost-faced pawns brought by Emperor Dongying, but anyone who stood in the way of these purple-robed killers was killed with a knife.

These people don't distinguish between the enemy and me at all, and those who don't know think that they are here to help defend the city!

Hundreds of purple robes entered the battle, and first killed the ghost chashara and ghost face pawns of the bitter ministers, and then their bodies shook, shuttling between the one hundred and eight yakshas.

Others are confused, but those who can stand here at this moment are all first-class masters.

For the circulation of qi, they are naturally more sensitive than ordinary martial artists.

Between the hundreds of purple-robed killers, the energy gradually hooked up, forming an invisible and phaseless killing array.

"Purple Qi Tiangang Array ......"

The old man's side had been just looking at the young man with the long knife in the palace, but he couldn't help but exclaim at this moment.

Burst......

As soon as the words of the young man with the long knife on his back fell, a burst of energy penetrated through the formation, directly piercing the seven or eight Yaksha who were trapped in it.

The blood turned into a mist and suddenly spread outside the Chengtian Gate.

And that aura is still shuttling non-stop, each time it can bring up bursts of blood mist.

As the blood mist gradually spread, everyone followed the trajectory of the blood mist and saw the energetic layout that was like a substance.

"Well deserved!"

The old man looked at the badly injured Yaksha and nodded slightly.

Seeing that those yaksha were about to die on the spot, but at this time, the person standing behind the old man frowned slightly.

The blood qi filled the entire Chengtian Gate, but when the strength was turned, he could clearly see that the wounds on those Yaksha's bodies were healing at a terrifying speed!

Moreover, even the old man and the young man with the long knife on his back noticed that these injured yaksha cultivators seemed to have reached a higher level of cultivation!

Back then, in order to kill the male tyrant to take revenge, he broke into the Yaksha pool, and in just one month, a powerless showman was able to break into the first place in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that he was entangled by the three major disciples of Xiongba, and made Xiongba accumulate strength to use three points of divine fingers, then the victory and defeat of the day may not have been what would have happened.

Even though the celestial medicines taken by these yakshatras had been diluted by Zhao Yu, the properties of the celestial medicines still remained in their bodies.

The black sword was sharp, and one after another sword qi shot out from the black sword in Shura's hand, shooting out in all directions.

Those purple-robed killers whose breaths were circulating with each other were also instantly forced by the sword qi to mess up.

It's just that Dongying ninjutsu is extremely weird, and after the sword qi passes, it often just bursts into a cloud of blood mist, and after the blood mist dissipates, the purple-robed killer will appear in place unharmed.

It's just that they seem to be unharmed, but in fact, every time they perform ninjutsu, they need to use their own essence to perform secret arts, and the damage to themselves is still very great.

"I'm going to join the battle!"

The man behind the old man saw the drawbacks and stepped forward.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Seeing that the old man agreed, the purple light on this person's body was even better, and in the blink of an eye, it was like a purple lightning rushing out, crashing into the formation with the momentum of thunder!

And at this moment, outside the Fengtian Palace, in addition to Nie Feng and Hua Meng, even Jian Chen came.

After all, this is the Central Plains Imperial Court, but outside the city is the Dongying Wokou, so you can't let the barbarians enter the palace.

"There are masters who have made a move, I'm afraid that the back hands left by Lord Zhao can't resist it, I have to take action to stop it!"

Nie Feng frowned slightly, he sensed the qi machine the moment the man made a move.

"You're not an opponent......"

Nie Feng was just about to lift himself forward and sweep forward, but Hua Meng on the side shook his head slightly.

Of the few people present, except for Jian Chen, almost all the remaining people sensed the person's qi.

Nie Feng also knew that what Hua Meng said was the truth, if Senior Brother Yun was here, they would have the power to fight with each other.

But with him alone, and the Snow Drinking Knife is still in Zhao Yu's hands, his martial arts cultivation is only half a catty or eight taels compared to those Yakshas.

With him like this, going out is no different from sending him to death.

Buzz Buzz......

At this moment, everyone heard a trembling sound, and then turned to look at Jian Chen on the side.

Jian Chen was also surprised to look at the hero sword in his hand.

This sword was already destroyed by Zhao Yu's design when he was worshipping Sword Villa.

At this moment, in the scabbard, there is only half a broken sword......

And at this time, it was only the half of the broken sword that trembled.

Without waiting for everyone to react, the half of the heroic sword instantly left its sheath and turned into a streamer of light and went straight to the outside of Chengtian Gate.

At the same time, outside the Beizhi Gate, a figure galloped in. Almost at the same time as the half-cut hero sword, it fell outside the Chengtian Gate.

"What a pure sword intent, this person ......"

Looking at the figure that smashed into the battle formation outside the Chengtian Gate and blocked the Purple Qi Sect Sect Master behind him, the old man frowned again.

"Martial arts myth, nameless?"

Seeing the middle-aged man in a green shirt and standing in the battle formation with his hands behind his back, the eyes of the Purple Qi Sect Sect Master who was blocked back narrowed slightly.

The one who blocked him from entering the formation, and cut off the purple Qi Tiangang formation with one blow, was the martial arts myth who was defeated twice by Zhao Yu.

Originally, according to a normal person's view of right and wrong, there was a grudge between him and Zhao Yu, and no matter what he said at this time, he should not come out to wade into troubled waters.

But there is an advantage for people like nameless, that is, personal grudges and national hatred are clearly distinguished.

Moreover, in the imperial city behind this, there is still his only closed disciple.

It is impossible for him to sit idly by.

"Heh......"

Looking at Emperor Dongying who was sitting quietly not far away, and then looking at the top masters around the emperor, as well as the hundreds of dead soldiers with advanced cultivation beside him, he smiled namelessly.

It's not that he's afraid of the strength of these people, the wry smile just means that he understands one thing.

"You're right, after all!"

Nameless muttered to himself in a low voice, and then raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of Xizhimen.

"I want to try it, whether this so-called martial arts myth has real talent or is it vain......

Purple Qi Sect Master, Purple Lightning Thunder took a step forward and looked at Nameless Standing in the formation with a sneer.

At this moment, Nameless no longer has the same compassion as before, and he didn't even say a word about quitting the imperial city to ensure that they would not die.

Today, Nameless finally understands that the concept upheld by Zhao Yu is the most correct.

Once a martial artist reaches a certain realm, no matter what his thoughts are, it is a potential threat to ordinary people!

If the one who came to Chengtian Gate today was just an ordinary Dongying martial artist, he would not make a move, even if he couldn't bear the Central Plains Lu Shen anymore.

But none of the people here today are ordinary people!

Nameless didn't answer the words of the purple lightning thunder, but the remnant sword in his hand turned slightly, and a sword intent rushed straight at the bullfight.

The purple lightning thunder moved, turning into a purple thunder and heading straight for the nameless in the array.

The violent energy around his body instantly set off a fierce hurricane, and even Emperor Dongying unconsciously raised his hand to block this energy.

As for the purple-robed dead soldiers and yaksha in the array, they were all forced to retreat dozens of steps almost at the moment when the purple lightning thunder rushed out.

Rumble!

In an instant, the purple lightning rushed towards the Chengtian Gate, but at this moment, a sky-covering giant sword condensed out of thin air in front of Nameless and stopped its unstoppable means.

Without waiting for Zidian to turn around, Wuxian's hand moved slightly, the hero sword in his hand was in front of him, and the remnant sword was close to Zidian.

Thundered......

The sound of explosion sounded, and in the clearing between the purple lightning thunder and the nameless, a bottomless ravine appeared in front of everyone.

The nameless who was still breezy and indifferent did not speak, but the meaning could not be more obvious, whoever dared to cross this knife ravine would definitely die!

"Humph!"

The purple lightning thunder snorted coldly, and the figure stepped forward again, and the purple thunder surged above his arms, and it became bigger in the blink of an eye.

The fist was like thunder, heading straight for the nameless head.

"Grief ...... inexplicable"

Ignoring the fierce fist strength of the purple lightning thunder, Nameless just whispered to himself.

In the blink of an eye, the purple lightning thunder had already reached the front, but he didn't want to suddenly condense the strength around his body at this time, and the invisible sword qi crisscrossed and trapped him in it.

Deep down, a feeling of uneasiness and sorrow spread like a plague.

It was just a breath of time, and dozens of acupuncture points around him had been pierced by the fierce sword qi.

Martial arts myth, this name is not a joke after all.

In the whole world, except for Zhao Yu, who can easily suppress the Heavenly Sword Nameless?

"You go help him!"

Dongying people don't pay attention to any martial arts rules, and seeing that the Purple Qi Sect Sect Master is invincible, the old man on the side immediately asked Jiexin to come forward to help.

"Your Majesty, I ......"

Jue Xin's face changed, and then he hugged his fists and said: "With the martial arts cultivation of my subordinates, I'm afraid it won't make any difference at this time, so it's better to ......."

When he said this, he raised his eyes and glanced at the man with the knife who had been posing beside him and the old man.

"Hehe, don't be too humble, with the subtlety of your palm, I'm afraid even the deity will have to retreat, right?"

The old man sneered, raised his head and squinted at Juexin.

It's just this sentence that makes the heart extremely frightened, and from the words of Lao Tianhuang, he can hear that this old guy knows a lot about his methods!

"Yes!"

Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, he could only step forward and sweep into the formation.

Even the absolute god is not a nameless opponent, just a peerless sky, why?

Seeing that he was about to enter the battle, the fierce sword qi around him spread horizontally, and it seemed that as long as he took another step forward, he would be torn apart by the sword qi.

At this time, Juexin stopped, raised his palm slightly, and the energy rippled out from this guy's palm like ripples.

What was surprising was that even a master like the Purple Qi Sect Sect Master, who couldn't break free for a while, actually dissipated like spring snow after encountering the strength of the heartless palm.

"Come on!"

A palm shook away the sword qi, and the desperate body moved, and rushed straight to the nameless.

When his body swept past the Purple Qi Sect Master, his right hand swirled vigorously, instantly relieving him of his predicament.

"Huh?"

Seeing the desperate intrusion, even Nameless frowned.

This guy's palm strength is thick and continuous, and it feels like there is no trace at all.

"What a delicate palm ......"

Even the imperial shadow, who has always been posing, couldn't help but admire.

And in the old man's eyes when he looked at the heartless, a killing intent flashed away.

Compared to a reckless man like a godless, his son is more dangerous.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already had eyeliner in the Godless Palace, it would have been impossible to know that this godless eldest son had gotten this great opportunity in the Central Plains!

Nameless took a step back, the sword qi around him dissipated, and the half of the heroic sword was still horizontal in front of him.

"Today, I'm going to end your so-called martial arts myth with my own hands!"

He shouted in desperation, and then his palms reached forward again, making a posture of fighting for his life, and the purple electricity that was out of trouble at this moment was even more irritable, and under the flashing purple qi around his body, he went straight to the nameless.

The two of them went one after the other, but they were on a par with Nameless.

It's just that anyone with a discerning eye can see that as the main suppression of the nameless desperate heart, it is obvious that he has left a back hand.

"It's your turn!"

Just when Nameless and Zidian and Desperate Hearts were inseparable, the old emperor glanced at the imperial shadow and said softly.

The Imperial Shadow didn't speak, just took a step and headed straight for the Imperial City.

Nameless's heart moved, and he was about to get up to stop him, but he was forced back by his desperate palms, and when he turned around again, a swordsman wrapped in black blocked his way.

With a desperate palm, the sect master of the Purple Qi Sect also hugged his arms emptyly, and his strength was close to nameless.

And the mysterious swordsman in front of him, who had nothing in his hand, made a starting gesture of raising his hand and drawing his sword.

Nameless's heart moved, but at this critical moment, he closed his eyes slightly.

Waiting to die?

Everyone, including the three who attacked Nameless, rejected the idea.

And at this moment, the heroic sword screamed sadly, directly piercing the big hole in the chest of Zidian, and then swept towards the desperate heart that was already hiding selfishness.

Nameless raised his right hand at this time, pointed his fingers together into a sword, and slashed towards the void.

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