The march of the great army was like rolling thunder, like an overwhelming dark cloud, and it was pressed quickly.

At the south gate, there has been a Shence cavalry team, set up a group card, holding an axe, a bow with a back horn, a short-handled horizontal knife on the waist and hips, and rushed into the city in five verticals.

Anxi was unfortified, and there were no horses on the streets, allowing the cavalry to drive straight in.

After dozens of rows of Shence cavalry rushed into the city, it was Long Wuwei, who specialized in guarding the Tang King, who appeared at the south gate.

All of them are wearing black and red armor and holding a variety of blades, and there are only a hundred of them, but the weakest are all innate martial artists.

Under the support of Long Wuwei, the three horsemen soon appeared in front of everyone.

Li Yong was in the center, wearing a dragon pattern bright light armor covering his slightly chubby body, swaying on the horse, his face was pale, and he looked at the altar from afar, his eyes were mixed with resentment and resentment.

Liguo Gong Liu Biao is on the left, also wearing a bright light armor, a long knife at the waist, and a killing intent is awe-inspiring.

Zhang Songhe, the sect master of Tiangang Sect and the national teacher, was on the right, his crimson robe fluttering in the wind, and he was holding a whisk of dust in his arms.

The Tang Imperial Court, the three venerables came out together!

There was a commotion in the procession of the messengers who were watching the ceremony.

Song Yun glanced at Li Tianyue, whose little face was pale, "You don't have to worry about them, complete your sacrificial process." ”

Li Tianyue nodded, and hurriedly got busy, not looking at the terrifying formation outside.

Song Yun also signaled to the two old guards to open the outer door of the cellar specially used for refuge and let the others go down.

Including the envoy group who watched the ceremony, he also reminded him:

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are no eyes for knives and guns, and in order to prevent accidental injury, you can now take refuge in the cellar."

"If you insist on staying in the city and watching the battle, you will bear the consequences!"

The messengers exchanged a few words, and a small group of people followed the guidance of the old man, and began to enter the secret door and drill down the tunnel.

Most of them remained in place, either believing that they were strong or that the Tang army would not attack them.

The purpose of the envoys' trip is to "watch the excitement", and now that the most exciting drama has finally been staged, how can they be willing to retreat to the cellar?

Song Yun didn't pay any attention to them, just quietly watched the procession of messengers lining up to go down the cellar.

The cellar was built for today's situation, and the tunnel is spacious enough to accommodate several people at the same time, and hundreds of people line up to enter it all in no time.

Jingguo, Liang Guo, Chen Guo, and various sects...... The messengers entered in an orderly manner, unhurriedly.

However, when the Chen envoy team was halfway there, Song Yun suddenly made a move!

With a flip of the left palm, the shattered and scorched black Xuandi Seal appeared in the palm of the palm.

The realm of luck was formed, and he ascended to the pseudo-martial saint realm.

【Blessing of Luck:】

[Your Qi Luck Value is regarded as an equal amount of temporary repair value, and it takes effect in the Qi Luck Realm]

[Current Qi Luck Value: 2.61 million]

Song Yun himself was already at the peak of the Grandmaster, and when the 2.61 million Qi Luck Value was converted into an equal amount of Cultivation Value, his temporary realm directly reached the middle stage of the Martial Saint!

The surface of Emperor Xuan's seal flashed with a glimmer, and the towering mountains formed by the condensation of the two qi fortunes of the Tang Kingdom were suppressed towards an envoy of the Chen State.

At the same time, the bronze long sword was pierced.

The sword light and sword qi seemed to merge into one, turning into a cyan flower blooming in the wind in an instant.

"Martial Saint!" The people in the envoy group of Chen Guo were all stunned, they didn't expect Song Yun to burst out with such terrifying combat power, and hurriedly hugged their heads and ran away.

Song Yun ignored them, and pointed his sword at a middle-aged envoy with a white face and a slight beard in the center of the crowd.

The middle-aged envoy only had the innate realm, and at this time, he was suppressed by the Qiyun Mountain, and his body couldn't move, looking at the bronze sword that stabbed over, he could only shout:

"Help!"

The envoys from other countries around were also taken aback, and shouted one after another: "Song Yun! Why did you attack and kill the messenger for no reason? You invited us! ”

They scolded angrily beside them, but they didn't dare to step forward, after all, the combat power that Song Yun was showing now was too terrifying.

Song Yun didn't pay attention to them, and the blade of his sword went straight forward, pointing directly at the throat of the middle-aged envoy of the Chen State.

The middle-aged envoy sighed helplessly, and a huge figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure has no facial features on its face, like a flat piece of white paper.

Under the shoulders, four arms stretched out, lifted upward, and struggled to withstand the suppressed mountain of luck.

At the same time, the middle-aged envoy had broken free from the repression, retreated violently, and a folding fan full of poems appeared in his hand.

The folding fan opened and shook slightly, and a few lines of poetry jumped out of the paper, clash with the sword qi in mid-air, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

The people had quietly left Song Yun's attack range.

was able to dodge the full force of the Martial Saint Realm, and the true strength of the middle-aged envoy was instantly exposed.

Ghosts!

At this time, everyone was shocked, and even the envoys of the surrounding Chen Kingdom were shocked.

Song Yun did not pursue the middle-aged envoy, but set his sights on the faceless figure who was suppressed by the Qiyun Mountain.

The bronze longsword castrated unabated, stabbed upward, and passed through what seemed to be an illusory figure.

The faceless phantom's figure was shocked, and it suddenly dimmed a little.

was stunned for a moment before someone exclaimed:

"Heavenly Demon has no Dharmakaya! You, you're the Venerable of a Thousand Faces! ”

All the envoys were shocked, "Venerable with a Thousand Faces? When did you Chen Guo get involved with Xuanji Pavilion? ”

Several envoys of the State of Chen hurriedly explained: "No, we don't know either!" I'm afraid that the real envoy Huo Xunzhi has been killed, this is the ghost of Xuanji Pavilion! ”

Song Yun listened to the discussions of the envoys, and knew in his heart, "It turned out to be a person from Xuanji Pavilion, no wonder he was sneaky. ”

The sword in his hand did not stop, and he used the fastest speed to destroy the Heavenly Demon Phaseless Law Body.

The Dharma Body was shattered, turned into a pure divine soul power, absorbed by Song Yun, and converted into 10,000 cultivation values.

The Heavenly Demon Phaseless Dharma Body was shattered, and the face of the Thousand-Faced Venerable quickly changed, a septuagenarian, a young girl, a young child, and a burly man......

Finally, it was fixed into an ordinary middle-aged man's face, his cheeks were slightly pale, and his eyes looked uncertain:

"I didn't show any flaws, how did you see through me?"

Song Yun showed a mysterious smile: "I can only blame you for the discord of the people in the Xuanji Pavilion......"

Venerable Thousand Faces' face changed slightly, and then he said coldly: "Such a clumsy discord plan will not work!" ”

"Believe it or not." Song Yun put away his sword in front of him, looked at this Venerable of Xuanji Pavilion, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent:

"I once said that members of the Xuanji Pavilion are not allowed to enter Anxi, since you dare to sneak in, then don't leave."

"It's all this time, and you still want to keep me?" The Thousand Faces Venerable smiled a little contemptuously, and turned his head to look at the approaching imperial army, "Today, it is your Song Yun's death!" ”

The surrounding envoys hurriedly burrowed into the cellar, for fear of being affected by the battle.

The Thousand Faces Venerable stood still, lurking and failing, and it seemed that he was planning to do it directly.

Li Yong and the three of them in the distance also saw the Thousand Faces Venerable make a move, and they were all a little surprised, obviously unaware.

But Zhang Songhe still shouted: "Pavilion Master Qi, how about we join forces to kill this kid?" ”

Venerable Thousand Faces nodded slightly, "It's better to be respectful than to obey your orders." ”

Song Yun secretly sneered in his heart, "This girl seems to be the pavilion master of the Xuanji Pavilion?" That's a lot of fun. ”

The long sword was horizontal in front of him, facing the four great venerables and the more than 100,000 troops who were constantly entering the city.

Behind is Li Tianyue on the altar, under the terrifying pressure of the Venerable Confrontation, her body trembles, her silver teeth are clenched, and she is forced to carry out the sacrifice process.