Seeing Song Yun appear, Uwei's face changed drastically, and he involuntarily took a step back.

The 50,000 elite horsemen under his command were killed and wounded, but he couldn't arouse much anger, because his heart was now full of terror.

The methods of this white-clothed young man on the other side were completely beyond imagination, and he was able to quickly create a terrifying explosion that enveloped the entire city, killing more than 100,000 people in one palm in an instant!

Although it is suspected that it is with the help of external forces, this method is not something that ordinary martial saints can do.

There is also a strange point, Song Yun was originally seriously injured and his body was crumbling under the joint bombardment of the four great venerables.

Now his face is a lot ruddy, and the momentum on his body is not weak but strong, and he already has the coercion of the late stage of the martial saint!

"It's a monster......" his lips quivered.

Song Yun glanced at Uwei, who was like a great enemy, and grinned.

With a wave of his right hand, the cyan sword light rose from the ground and rushed straight towards Xiao Han.

Then he turned around and slashed down from a high place to the ground.

Uwe turned and ran.

Song Yun cast "Heavenly Ghost Escape", pursued and intercepted, and at the same time left Emperor Xuan's seal behind.

Emperor Xuan's seal flew close to the ground, aiming directly at the three ghost immortals.

The body of the ghost immortal is not as good as that of the martial saint, and the divine soul is also more susceptible to the impact of the violent explosion, and at this time, people are stunned, and it is difficult to resist.

Emperor Xuan's seal swept by, as if it was sticky, sticking to Li Yong, then Zhang Songhe, and then Venerable Thousand Faces.

The bodies of the three of them were stacked, and then they were firmly suppressed on the ground by Emperor Xuan.

There is a suppression in the Qi Luck Realm, and the bloody qi all over the city is still hurting the gods, and these three ghosts and immortals can't escape.

Song Yun blocked Uwei's way with one person and one sword.

Uwe's pressure increased dramatically.

The young man in front of him may be injured, but the combat power of the late stage of the Martial Saint combined with the suppression of the Qi Luck Realm is too strong, and he can't beat it!

Song Yun Hengjian was in front of him and suggested in a friendly manner:

"You still have soldiers and horses outside the city, right? If you don't call it in, you can dissipate the realm of luck and help you get out of trouble. ”

Uwe's eyes showed a look of grief and indignation, "Little thief, I'm not afraid of death!" ”

"If you don't listen to good advice, then take my sword."

The bronze sword stabbed out, easily swinging away the scimitar, and the roaring sword-breaking sword qi approached the door of Uwei.

It didn't take long for the Northern Plains cavalry, who was lurking in the distance, to hear Uvi's loud call, and looked at each other in shock.

The earth-shattering explosion just now, they and the remnants of the Tang Army outside the city were witnesses.

They all saw it with their own eyes, and the entire city was almost overturned in a violent explosion.

Who dares to come closer?

But Uwe's call rang out again.

Shan Yu's order could not be disobeyed, and the Beiyuan cavalry gritted their teeth, and launched a charge in groups, breaking into Anxi all the way.

And then it didn't come out.

In the city of Anxi, the sword is like a dragon, and the excitement is endless.

In the end, Uwe was covered in blood, his right arm was almost cut off, and he fled out of the city with the remnants of the defeated army.

Song Yun stood at the gate of the city and said with a smile: "Welcome to come again next time." ”

Uwei roared angrily, full of unwillingness, "When I am promoted to the late stage of the Martial Saint, I will kill you again!" ”

Song Yun waved his hand in satisfaction, he liked this kind of indomitable opponent.

Ignoring those who had fled the city, the bronze sword came out of his hand, turned into a cyan rainbow, and circled around the city.

Slay all enemies that still have gas.

[Zhencheng Wufu Song Yun, kill 1 seventh-order enemy, 18 sixth-order enemies, 191 fifth-order enemies, 1,006 fourth-order enemies, 9,852 third-order enemies, 22,391 second-order enemies, 129357 first-order enemies, martial arts cultivation is worth +800,000]

[Current Realm: Sixth-Order Martial Arts Grandmaster, Peak]

[Cultivation value required to advance to the early stage of the seventh order: 810,000/1 million]

Very close to the Martial Saint realm, the power of qi and blood is full, I feel very comfortable, and the pain from the previous injury has almost all subsided.

Song Yun slowly turned around and came to the three ghost immortals who were trembling.

Emperor Xuan lifted it up, allowing them to take a breath.

"Song Yun, I'm ......," Venerable Thousand Faces said urgently.

Song Yun waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's not your turn yet." ”

His eyes fell on Zhang Songhe first.

This Tang Dynasty national teacher has lost his majesty, and his red robe has been blown to shreds and covered with smoke and dust.

Song Yun: "I once said that if you want to destroy the Tiangang Sect, all the people under your command should be here today, right?" It doesn't matter if there are those who stay in Longyou Road, they will accompany you on the road soon. ”

"Don't, I have ......," Zhang Songhe hurriedly said.

"It's useless if you have a Heavenly Rank Arcana." Song Yun slapped his head, and his five fingers were slightly harder, clattering and crushing.

Emperor Xuan's seal crushed down.

Now that Song Yun is very skilled in killing ghosts and immortals, he will not let go of a single divine thought.

Li Yong saw Zhang Songhe disappear, and his whole body trembled like chaff in fright, and the murderous aura when he beat Song Yun before disappeared without a trace, and begged for mercy: "You want the throne, the throne is for you, don't kill me......"

Song Yun lifted Li Yong and slowly walked to the old pawn's grave.

A few days ago, the cemetery was covered with sand and soil, which was prepared, but now the sand has been blown away by the explosion, and the cemetery has been exposed again, without much damage.

Song Yun stepped on Li Yong's fat head, faced the tombstones, and said coldly:

"The three thousand old soldiers here all died because of you, then I will stab you with three thousand swords and sacrifice the loyal soul with blood."

After that, the bronze sword stabbed down.

Li Yong's pig-like howl sounded again and again.

Li Tianyang on the altar was completely sour when he heard this, and turned around and glared at Li Yong fiercely.

This embarrassed sixty-year-old man lying on the ground, who is considered his second master in terms of blood relationship, is the executioner who ordered the slaughter of his family.

"Brother Song, let me have a sword too!"

"Huh? Is the sacrifice complete? ”

"It's done." Li Tianyang glanced at the blackened altar, and he didn't know if it counted.

"Yes, go and call out the messengers of the nations in the cellar, and proclaim it to the world, and ascend to the throne."

Although the messengers stayed deep underground, they were also dizzy, and when they came out, they just wanted to catch their breath, when the smell of blood and burnt paste hit their nostrils, making them want to vomit.

In a slightly better state, he looked around at the world-destroying scene in Anxi City, was dumbfounded, and exclaimed:

"Dead, all dead!"

"Li Yong's army of more than 100,000 imperial courts was actually killed by Song Yun!"

The Hundred and Ten people screamed, and soon noticed the fat man crying wolf at Song Yun's feet.

Seeing the sword stabbing down one after another, blood gurgling from all the wounds, and the messengers turned pale one by one.

"Venerable Song, this is ......"

Li Yong was covered in blood and couldn't recognize it anymore.

Song Yun said lightly: "The traitor Li Yong will be executed today." ”

said that another sword stabbed down, and then fed Li Yong a pill to continue his life.

Three thousand swords, not a single sword is missing.

The messengers shuddered and looked away, trying not to look at the most miserable scene.

Song Yun: "Leave me alone, continue the enthronement ceremony." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head to look at the west, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"It's finally here, it should be the last wave of the day."

"Whether they can be promoted to Martial Saint in one fell swoop depends on them."

In the west, a black torrent rolls forward above the yellow sand......