Katsa!

Xia Qi was frightened, his body shook again, and all the power of Song Yun's sword exploded, and it was transmitted down from his feet, shaking the ground into a large spiderweb-like crack.

The unpretentious sword seemed to have no strength, but it slashed a person in the middle of the immortal stage twice and stood unsteadily.

Xia Qi has seen the White Emperor Yin Han and the Red Emperor Qinghuang in their heyday, both of whom are in the late stage of human immortals, and they are all impacting the peak, and they are domineering.

But compared to the sword in front of him, all of them paled in comparison.

This is the power of the pinnacle of martial arts!

Xia Qi's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Song Yun with jealousy and hatred.

He has controlled the world for 40,000 years, collected countless precious classics, and consumed a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures, just to become stronger, but he did not even break through in the late stage of human immortals.

And the white-robed young man in front of him, reincarnated and recultivated again and again, just like playing, and it only took more than ten years to recover to the peak realm.

At such a comparison, he couldn't help but be angry, jealousy overwhelmed his heart, and the dark red light flashed in his eyes.

"What a Xuan Emperor, what a person at the peak of immortals! No wonder you dare to show up openly, is this emboldened? However, you're not invincible at this level! ”

Song Yun stepped forward with a horizontal sword and slowly approached Xia Qi, "At least it's enough to kill you." ”

Just a slight step, the oppressive force will come like a mountain of sea.

Xia Qi couldn't help but take a few steps back, and suddenly felt a little ashamed.

In the Battle of Anxi a hundred years ago, his strength was obviously stronger than Song Yun, but now standing here, he couldn't even raise the strength to move his hands, and was completely suppressed, the contrast was too great.

Knowing that he couldn't be beaten at all, Xia Qi didn't want to die, so he raised his head and shouted to the sky:

"Still not saving me?"

Song Yun stabbed sharply with his sword, but saw that the scene in front of him was distorted, and even the bronze long sword became bent.

At some point, a pure white full moon appeared in the sky, shining and faint, but it was also very conspicuous during the day.

A ray of light sprinkled down, shining on Xia Qi, making his body become ambiguous and transparent.

"Space shifting?"

Song Yun tried to use the way of space to fight, but failed, and now Xia Qi is only one step away from him, but this step is like the end of the world.

Forty thousand years have passed, and the Heavenly Demons and Heavenly Ghosts are also improving, this move is obviously from the hands of the Void Immortal Venerable, marking the Dacheng realm of the Dao of Space!

Seeing that Xia Qi was about to disappear, Song Yun only asked coldly:

"The leader who fought against the Heavenly Court back then, the emperor who commanded the human race, is now also in the same league with the Heavenly Demons and Heavenly Ghosts?"

Hearing this, Xia Qi's face distorted, looking a little struggling, but soon regained gloom, glaring at Song Yundao:

"Isn't it all thanks to you?"

"Kill you first, and then it's not too late to reorganize the mountains and rivers, this world is mine after all, and you can't take it away!"

After that, his figure disappeared completely, and he was no longer in Zhenxi City.

Only tens of thousands of glazed-eyed defenders and civilians were left behind, trembling in the city.

Although these people couldn't hear the conversation between Song Yun and Xia Qi clearly, they could see the situation clearly - the white-robed swordsman in front of them was very likely to be the legendary Anxi Tu, and the red-faced Venerable who was in charge of guarding the city didn't even dare to fight, so he fled directly.

Some froze in place, not daring to move, while others turned and ran wildly out of the city.

"Run—ahh

No one dared to raise their weapons to resist, and those generals of the Grandmaster realm fled faster, because they knew the horror of the Anxi slaughter.

"Ahem."

Song Yun coughed lightly.

All the fleeing people in the city were suddenly struck by lightning, and they collapsed to the ground one after another, looking at the white-robed youth in the air in despair.

"You've come all the way here, how can you just leave?"

Song Yun put his sword into the sheath and pointed to the mountain of military supplies in the warehouse.

"Move all of this to Anthy, and stay there."

Everyone nodded as if they were pounding garlic, without any intention of disobedience, and hurriedly got up to carry the supplies.

The fast movement has already driven up the mule carts, pulling the grain and grass that has not yet been unloaded, and is about to go in the direction of the city gate.

"It's a hassle to walk through the door."

Song Yun stretched out his finger and moved forward a little, and his energy rolled vigorously, as if there were sparkling waves flashing, rippling away from his fingertips.

The waves rolled over the city walls in an instant.

Boom Boom –

This magical city on the sand, the solid high walls condensed by the majestic mana, collapsed at this moment by Song Yunyi's fingers, shattered violently, and turned into fine yellow sand again, rolling down.

Zhenxi City, which was supposed to be "Yongzhen Anxi", stood for less than a month, and it was wiped out.

In the dust, everyone couldn't help but shiver.

They realized that if this was not the wall, but the ground, no one in the city would survive!

After a spirit, everyone frantically moved the supplies, working more than ten times faster than usual, and with amazing efficiency, the warehouses were emptied one by one.

I was planning to leave quietly halfway just now, but now I have become extremely honest.

Song Yun nodded with satisfaction, no longer cared about these people, and flew into the air towards Tang Guo......

The northwest front of the Tang State was riddled with holes at this moment, allowing the cavalry of Liang and Jing to drive straight in and gallop wantonly.

But the resistance continues.

Gao Hanqing led the Beiting army to fight and retreat, using each city as a stronghold to kill and injure the enemy's living forces as much as possible.

King Jing Yi is not a vegetarian, and with the advantage of troops, he successfully set up an encirclement, allowing the Beiting army to retreat step by step into the net, and finally can only break through in a bloody battle.

"Break the sea!"

On the battlefield, Gao Hanqing let out a loud shout, dodged King Jing Yi's halberd sideways, and slashed diagonally with a sword in his left arm, the sword was like a rainbow, cutting a Jingguo Grandmaster not far away into half.

Shouting out like this is not to show off swordsmanship, but to cheer up the Beiting Army on the battlefield and tell the soldiers that their main general is still fighting on the front line!

But the next moment, a glimpse of the battlefield flanked him, raised the iron halberd, and stabbed at Gao Hanqing's lower back.

This timing was well grasped, Gao Hanqing's strength had just been exhausted, and he couldn't move left and right, if he retreated, he would hit King Jing Yi's full force.

It was Zhao Buqun, the martial saint of the South China Sea, who fought with Jingjun, but he had been hiding near the battlefield and had never shown up before.

This is the moment to wait.

It is easy to defeat a Martial Saint, and it is difficult to kill a Martial Saint, but it is even more significant, and it can even directly destroy the confidence of the Tang Kingdom.

Now Gao Hanqing is not lightly injured, tired, but stubbornly on the front line, it is the easiest time to be killed!

"Lao Tzu wants to avenge Huo Yi!"

Seeing that the halberd blade was about to poke into the target's waist, Zhao Buqun couldn't help but smile happily.

There was a sharp swishing sound behind him, as if something sharp was rapidly approaching.

He was startled and quickly put away his halberd and jumped away.

Poof, a short gun sank into the earth, almost shooting through Zhao Buqun's leg.

Gao Hanqing was able to escape death, holding King Jing Yi's spear with a sword, and at the same time kicked the ground and retreated.

Several people looked back at the same time and saw a Tang general wearing bright light heavy armor flying from the edge of the battlefield.

This Tang general's sideburns are half white, and his majestic momentum can't hide the tiredness on his face, his clothes and armor are dusty, and there are still some blood stains on his sideburns, as if he has just broken away from a battlefield and rushed to support.

"Zhang Shuai!" Gao Hanqing shouted in surprise, and then said, "Why are you here?" The fighting on the Southern Front has been pacified? ”

The veteran snorted and said with a wry smile: "Canghaike knows that you are in trouble, let me take you to retreat, and I have to go back to the southern line after the incident." ”

King Jing Yi looked at it fixedly, and asked in a deep voice: "Zhang Xianke, the left commander of the Tang Army?" This king has heard of you. ”

"Back then, you defected to Song Yun and got the opportunity to be promoted to Martial Saint, but you were also tied to the broken ship of the Tang Kingdom, it was difficult to get out, and you were almost seventy years old and still fighting on the front line, why bother?"

Zhang Xianke snorted coldly, "You're not too young, aren't you still on the front line?" ”

The two are about the same age, but King Jingyi has lived in the palace for a long time, is well-maintained, and looks younger, while Zhang Xianke is running around every year and is obviously much older.

At this time, King Jing Yi raised his hand, signaled Zhao Buqun not to fight first, and said with a smile:

"This king went out to fight for the sake of Wang Tu's hegemony and the country's society. What good can you get by fighting life and death? ”

"You can't let Li Tianyang hand over the throne to you, right?"

"Whether you want to die in vain or not, you still have to think about it carefully."

Zhang Xianke ignored him, and first glanced at the battlefield where the smoke of gunfire was everywhere, and the villages in ruins in the distance.

This is Shuo Fang Dao, which was his territory back then, but now it has been tossed into this picture.

His eyes lit up with anger, "What benefits does this marshal need to guard his own home?" But you, obviously a lackey, regard yourself as the master, and return the king to hegemony? Amusing! ”

King Jing Yi's face sank, "I wanted to persuade you to surrender and come to my Jingguo to recuperate, but now it seems that it is still over." ”

"You stubborn old thing, it's better to sink to the bottom with the broken ship of Tang Guo."

The spear was like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and it slammed out, swept more than a dozen zhang away in an instant, and sharply stabbed Zhang Xianke's throat.

Zhang Xianke picked up another short spear on his back and held King Jing Yi's spear, but he couldn't bear it anymore and took a few steps back to unload his strength.

His qualifications were originally insufficient, and the martial saint who was forcibly promoted after absorbing a ball of Song Yun's essence blood back then was naturally inferior to King Jing Yi, who was in the top ten in the world.

And what he is good at is double guns, one of which was shot out to save Gao Hanqing, and now there is only a short gun left in his hand, and in the face of King Jing Yi's attack, he suddenly fell left and right, and the danger was full of dangers.

Gao Hanqing saw that the situation was not good and wanted to support, but he was entangled by Zhao Buqun.

The strength of the Jing army's lineup was far beyond imagination, and the battle situation did not improve because of Zhang Xianke's reinforcement, but entered the most dangerous and fierce stage.

The four martial saints fought each other, and it was a life-and-death fight, turning the battlefield upside down, and the surrounding soldiers could only retreat farther away and fight again.

Dozens of rounds later, King Jing Yi shook his spear, picked up the short spear on the ground, and stabbed several times like lightning.

Zhang Xianke wanted to take off from the attack, but he fell back to the ground with a muffled grunt, his thigh already pierced, and blood gurgling out of the broken Mingguang armor.

King Jing Yi said coldly: "This king hasn't made a move for many years, do you think you can be humiliated at will?" Death on the battlefield is the price you have to pay for it! ”

Zhang Xianke sealed the injury on his thigh, and when he heard it, he was not afraid, but sneered:

"Why haven't you made a move for years? Oh, Ben Shuai remembered, when you led the army to attack Anxi, you were killed by Venerable Song and lost your armor, and the supreme order used to carry Jingguo's luck was cracked, tsk, it's really embarrassing. ”

"That battle, scared you so much that you didn't dare to go to the battlefield again for more than ten years, the facts are here, this is also humiliating?"

With that, Zhang Cyclamen looked up and laughed, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding.

In the hard-fought battles of dozens of rounds, he has already suffered a lot of internal injuries, but he has never planned to retreat.

Because if he retreats, Gao Hanqing will most likely die here.

Tang Guo must not lose this star of hope, nor can he let Song Yun's inheritance be severed!

So, with this humiliation, he successfully stabbed King Jing Yi in the sore spot in his heart and attracted all his attention.

"Run! Why don't you run! Gao Hanqing's ears kept ringing Zhang Xianke's voice urging.

This veteran commander wants to drag down the strongest enemy on the battlefield at the cost of his life and create a chance for Gao Hanqing to survive.

"Back then, I swore in front of Song Yun to guard the Tang Dynasty."

Under the serious injury, Zhang Xianke's eyes were a little dazed, as if he really saw a white-robed swordsman with fluttering clothes appear in the sky.

"This bastard, he died after throwing away a mess, and I haven't had a peaceful birthday for more than ten years......"

"Ben Shuai is too old to move, this burden is still up to your apprentice......"

After muttering two sentences angrily, Zhang Xianke picked up a blood-stained war knife at his feet, raised his head, and continued to stare at King Jing Yi with contemptuous eyes.

This look was full of ridicule, so that King Jing Yi couldn't help but think of the embarrassing scene more than ten years ago, and his heart was full of resentment, and he almost wanted to go crazy.

"You give this king death! All the people related to Song Yun, you, Gao Hanqing, Li Tianyang...... This battle is to the death! ”

In the roar, the wind howled, and the spear swept down.

The war knife in Zhang Xianke's hand was directly shattered by the spear, and the left arm that was blocking in front of him was also broken with a bang, and the whole person flew out upside down and smashed heavily on the ground.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the golden cuirass of Mingguang's heavy armor was impregnated with crimson.

Seeing this scene, where is Gao Hanqing willing to run? Forcibly stimulate the potential, and strike out with a sword that "pierces the sun and the moon".

"You can't get by." Zhao Buqun also went all out, and reluctantly smashed the iron halberd down, hitting the sword body, and was shocked to the tiger's mouth to crack, and the iron halberd came out directly, but the sword momentum also stagnated for a moment.

"What a sharp sword move! However, it was too late. He rubbed his wrist and quickly retreated.

At this time, King Jing Yi had already strode forward and stood beside Zhang Xianke, his face was hideous with anger, and the spear in his hand was raised high, and the sharp spearhead went straight down.

Zhang Xianke lay on the ground, looking up into the distance in a daze, staring at the white-clothed white clothes that seemed to be an illusion.

Wow, the sound of breaking wind is rising.

King Jing Yi's spear did not stab, because a white-robed swordsman suddenly appeared beside him, and his hand was lightly placed on his shoulder, making him completely unable to move.

"It's hard work."

Hearing this voice, King Jing Yi's eyes widened in horror, and he desperately turned his head to look at his side, his neck was about to squeak and break, but he couldn't turn at all.

The voice continued to sound:

"You guys, you've worked hard."

"Leave it to me."

The hand on King Jing Yi's shoulder brushed horizontally, like picking flowers in the wind.

Katsa.

The head of this Northwest hero and a generation of famous kings was gently removed.