An entire long street fell into dead silence, and for a while, Jing Jun did not find the problem.

Because, fires have been lit in various parts of the city!

The defenders of all the camps are too busy to take care of themselves, they are already in a mess, it is difficult to put out the fire, where can they take care of the wounded?

Song Yun has been promoted to innate in the illusion realm, and this realm is enough to perform some martial saint stunts, so as to achieve invincibility at the same level, or even invincibility at the first order.

Cultivation is innate, and eyesight, experience, and martial arts attainments are still the pinnacle of martial arts!

The power of exercises such as "White Emperor Sword Codex" and "Heavenly Ghost Escape" has been brought into full play.

The generals and battalions guarding the various battalions were either fifth-order congenitals or fourth-order martial artists, and they were not Song Yunyihe's enemies at all.

Seeing the young man in white marching into the camp with his sword raised, these generals angrily raised their swords to meet the attack.

But only a white figure flashed, and then his throat was cold, and the cold of death invaded his whole body in an instant......

As for the soldiers who came up in formation, they were slashed by a volley of swords, and they fell in rows, without the power to resist.

Song Yun single-handedly, armed with a bronze long sword, rampage through the city of Anxi, slashing and setting fire at the same time, picking six large battalions in one night, and killing tens of thousands of defenders in the city!

This time, he is more experienced, and he can create chaos with the fastest speed, and his efficiency is far greater than that of the year.

Overnight, Anthy changed hands again.

On the front line, Wulie Gong Baixiang was shocked on the spot when he heard the news of the change in Anxi.

Anxi is now the transit point of the Jing army's attack, and once something happens, the hundreds of thousands of Jing troops on the front line will immediately become a lone army!

He hurriedly stopped his offensive and hurried back.

At a distance of hundreds of miles, the veteran did not dare to stop for a moment, and flew back in one breath.

When he looked at the city deep in the desert, his gray eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

On the city wall, the earthy yellow bricks were smoked black one by one.

The black "Jing" flag was planted crookedly at the head of the city, which had been burned out by the flames, and only the bare flagpole remained.

On three of the flagpoles, there were still three heads, their faces covered in blood, their mouths slightly open, and their eyes widening in horror.

It was the three Grandmaster generals who led the Anxi garrison.

Bai Xiang's heart sank, clenched the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and slowly flew over the city wall.

I saw that the city was full of smog and smoke.

The streets and alleys were reduced to ruins, hundreds of houses were burned to the ground, and the dead bodies of Jing Jun were lying everywhere, all of which were scorched to the ground, and their faces could no longer be seen.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt corpses, mixed with the scorching smell of Menghuo oil, which was suffocating.

As for the warehouses, they had long since been turned to ashes in the fire.

In such a miserable situation, Bai Xiang's face turned pale, and his breathing was much duller.

He has led the Jingguo army for decades, conquering the east and west, winning more and losing less, and has a brilliant record.

Such a fiasco has not been experienced for a long time.

The last time, forty or fifty years ago, coincidentally, was also in Anxi......

Bai Xiang's face sank like water, "Who did this?" ”

He had made it as fast as he could, but he was still a step too late.

The enemy slaughtered the defenders of the city overnight!

…

Even, even several Jing troops around Anxi rushed to the rescue, but they did not come out after entering the city, and they were all destroyed.

According to the people who fled the city, it seems that it was only one person.

One person slaughtered the city, could it be a martial saint? Where did Tang Guo get the second martial saint?

Bai Xiang was puzzled in his heart, and continued to fly forward, and saw a relatively intact hut in the middle of the city.

Inside the room, a young man in white sat on the edge of the bed, with a bronze sword on his lap, quietly watching.

The door opened, and the two faced each other.

Seeing the familiar white-clothed green sword, Bai Xiang frowned slightly, this outfit seemed to have been seen by him decades ago.

It was the earth-shattering battle between the Venerable of the Four Kingdoms and the Venerable Beiting in Anxi, and the others were recuperating from their injuries in the rear, and they vaguely saw that there was a young man in white at the head of the city, with one enemy and six, with superb swordsmanship and murderous aura.

It's just a glimpse, but it's never forgettable.

However, the young man in front of him seemed to only have the realm of a grandmaster, and he was definitely not that person.

Bai Xiang threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart, raised the three-pointed two-edged knife, aimed at Song Yun in the room, and shouted in a deep voice:

"You're the one who wantonly slaughters our army? Where did you come from? A secret master cultivated by the Tang Kingdom? ”

Song Yun smiled and said, "If your Jing army attacks my territory, I will kill all your soldiers." ”

"Not only will I kill them, but I will kill you."

"You're going to kill me?" Bai Xiang glared at the young man in front of him, and repeatedly confirmed that the other party only had the realm of a grandmaster, and it was still at the level of a beginner.

Even if there is a secret method to cover up the strength, it is unlikely that it will be a Martial Saint, and the Martial Saint will not be able to reach the early stage.

And he Bai Xiang is recognized as the third strongest person in the world, the realm of the late stage of the Martial Saint!

"That's right, after waiting for you for half a night, I naturally want to practice my sword with you." Song Yun nodded seriously and replied.

Bai Xiang almost laughed angrily, a grandmaster in the early stage, taking the late stage of the martial saint to practice swords?

"Boy, I don't care if you're playing stupid or having a muddy brain, and don't want to tell the truth? Then go to my military headquarters and suffer a little, and you will be honest when you get there. ”

Bai Xiang was too lazy to argue with a grandmaster, and planned to take down the person directly and take him away for his subordinates to torture and interrogate.

The three-pointed two-edged knife turned around, and deliberately turned the back of the knife forward, for fear of killing this kid with too much force.

"Huh?"

Before he could make a move, he couldn't help but sigh lightly.

The aura on the other side changed.

Song Yun got up with his sword and slowly walked out of the house, his face began to turn red, and his eyes became blood-red.

Bang bang bang...... The heart beats several times faster, beating like a dense drumbeat.

The green tendons on the palms of the hands burst out, as if they were about to break at any time.

In the test of the seventh layer, Song Yun initially tried the blood-burning secret method of the "Blood Emperor Devouring Immortal Sutra", and the effect was good, and at the cost of part of his vitality, he could forcibly increase his combat power by nearly doubling.

And this time, he directly pushed the secret method to the extreme!

The black hair turned white again, wrinkles began to appear on the forehead, and there were yellowish age spots on the cheeks.

Song Yun's aura was in a strange superimposed state—imposing, and at the same time, it was dull.

This time, it is to stimulate all his vitality!

A twenty-year-old grandmaster has a huge amount of vitality in his body, and his instinct can easily support decades of cultivation and fighting.

And right now, all this infinite vitality is gathered in one sword!

"I said I could kill you, so naturally I could kill."

Song Yun drew his sword out of its sheath.

"When he killed your uncle Bai Jian back then, he didn't believe it, and he died as a result."

"Today, you're going to die again."

"Bai Jian ......" When Bai Xiang heard this name, his heart was instantly shocked.

Look at Song Yun again, the white-clothed green sword, the sword aura is as cold as frost, and the murderous aura is boiling like death.

This posture is almost exactly the same as the top swordsman who fought against six in the city back then!

"Who the hell are you?" Bai Xiang was suddenly moved and exclaimed.

And at the moment when his heart was shocked, the long sword in Song Yun's hand had already stabbed out!

"Where the sword goes, the sun and the moon fall!"