Seeing Murong Bo flying towards Zhao Sisi without looking back, Murong Lang suddenly felt a sense of tragedy in his heart, and a flock of crows flew over his head, leaving a cooing sound. The sunset www.biquge.info the western sky sprinkled a bloody red, and the whole earth gradually darkened.

At this time, Murong Lang had such a sentence back and forth in his mind: "The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will not return once ......he is gone."

He stroked Murong Qingcheng's hair, felt the coldness of Hanyu, and looked at his daughter's gradually ruddy face, for some reason, the tragic meaning in his heart was even worse.

"Boom!"

After Xiao Yun and Zhao Sisi exchanged palms, they were forced to take ten steps back by the opponent's Yuan Force before they could stabilize their figures. And his feet drew a straight furrow on the ground, which shows how powerful Zhao Sisi's palm is. If it weren't for the fact that she was still afraid of the other five people, I am afraid that this palm alone would make Xiao Yun seriously injured.

And Xiao Yun's soft shout had just fallen, and Zhao Sisi's body that wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue suddenly stopped, and finally stopped. The five of Tranquility were on guard against fraud for a while, and they did not dare to attack rashly. Only Xiao Yun knew that it was the dark energy in his fist that exploded in Zhao Sisi's body, catching the other party off guard.

In the previous martial arts competition, Xiao Yun did not play the dark strength of Qingyan Fist, that was because he had no chance. The opponent who is also in the Tongmai realm is in a one-on-one competition, and the opponent must be careful in every way, and his own dark energy is not very destructive, so it is useless.

However, Qingyan Fist is a Xuan-level pulse technique after all, and Xiao Yun has now broken through to the Yuyuan Realm, how can his dark energy be the same? Not to mention that Zhao Sisi has one enemy and six enemies, although she does not have the heart of contempt, but her own cultivation in the Yuan Soul Realm will inevitably not make her full of confidence, which gives Xiao Yun an opportunity.

"Get out of the way!"

At this moment, Murong Bo dodged and attacked in front of Zhao Sisi, and at the same time shouted loudly, making Xiao Yun and the six of them withdraw from the battle circle.

Xiao Yun's six people were originally encircling and containing, but now that they saw Murong Bo joining, and seeing the Yuan Soul Realm displayed by Murong Bo, the six of them only exchanged glances and retreated together. With the strength shown by Murong Bo, he should be stronger than Zhao Sisi.

Exiting the battle circle, Xiao Yun felt a pungent smell of blood coming to his face, he was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes and looked around, and his eyes were full of corpses. This...... There was a buzz in his head, and he didn't know why his heart was shaking, he only felt that such a human tragedy was caused by him.

If it weren't for the wooden ring, the Flame Amethyst Array would not have activated, and it would not have caused the current dilemma of being besieged. Xiao Yun's heart was filled with an indescribable taste, which made his eyes gradually turn red, and the demon's temperament skyrocketed.

This situation and this scene are just like the Tianyu Gate at that time.

"Ahh

Unable to endure the violence in his heart any longer, Xiao Yun rushed out in an instant, killing into the crowd, and in the blink of an eye, five or six foreign cultivators of the Tongmai Realm were slapped to death by him. Human life has become very cheap in his hands.

After killing this side, he rushed again, and in the blink of an eye, four more Later Martial Realm cultivators died in his hands.

Xiao Yun of the Yuyuan Realm was like a Shura in the crowd, and everywhere he went, the lives of foreign low-level cultivators were ruthlessly harvested. In the eyes of foreign cultivators, he is Shura, but in the eyes of the people of the Yanhua Empire, he is undoubtedly a national hero!

Jing Jing and the others sighed helplessly, and followed Xiao Yun into the crowd.

Although they from the Xia Domain would not take any position between this kind of national and national struggle, now, Xiao Yun is their position, and Xiao Yun's position is also the position of each of them.

With the addition of Xiao Yun and the other six, those foreign low-level cultivators died one after another. Although Xiao Yun and the others had a hard time facing the cultivators of the Yuan Soul Realm, they were not the slightest advantage in the face of this group of foreign cultivators who were not as high as the Pulse Gate Realm.

When there were no more foreign low-level cultivators left, the scarlet in Xiao Yun's eyes retracted.

It was only then that everyone realized that twilight had arrived.

But the venue was so bright, and the living people looked up and saw that the scorching amethyst array that was upside down in the sky above the martial arts venue was exuding a sun-like light at the moment, illuminating every corner of the martial arts venue.

Xiao Yun looked around again, and there were only half of the more than 30,000 spectators left. In other words, while all the foreign low-level cultivators died, the people of the Yanhua Empire also died about 10,000!

What a terrible number!

And Xiao Yun knew that this 10,000 was only a minority, because outside Chang'an City, the casualties of the two armies were definitely much greater than 10,000.

War......

This is war.

The high-level cultivators of the Yanhua Empire and foreign countries were still fighting, and they were at the level above the Imperial Yuan Realm, and the battle between life and death would not end so quickly. Xiao Yun felt that his consumption was too great, and the Yanhua Empire was still slightly superior, so he didn't make another move.

He stood among more than 10,000 people, staring at the battle between Zhao Sisi and Murong Bo.

When Murong Bo and Zhao Sisi didn't fight for a long time, they had already gained the absolute upper hand. Both of them are Yuan Soul Realm Heavens, and it stands to reason that Zhao Sisi should not be defeated so quickly.

But firstly, in order to conceal his true strength, Zhao Sisi never said anything about actual combat, and the exercises he cultivated were also good at concealment, which was not conducive to fighting; second, Murong Bo had already been a heavy heaven for more than a long time, and after the last time the dantian was sealed, it made him realize that he was only one step away from the second heaven.

On the whole, Zhao Sisi is naturally difficult to match.

"Zhao Sisi can't hold up ten moves. ”

Just when Xiao Yun was secretly judging in his heart, Murong Bo rushed to break Zhao Sisi's defense, and the long sword stopped at Zhao Sisi's neck: "It's been two years, we've been husband and wife for two years." ”

Zhao Sisi knew that he was not an opponent, so he had already given up resisting, but when he heard the word husband and wife, his face changed suddenly: "I, I am forced by you!"

Looking at Zhao Sisi's resolute face, Murong Bo's expression darkened a little: "Today, I know that you hate me so much......

Between the words, Murong Bo no longer called himself "I".

"It's more than hatred! I can't wait to dig your flesh and drink your blood!" Zhao Sisi didn't let go, she didn't think about her parents and brothers who died because of Murong Bo, but in her mind was Murong Bo's helplessness and despair when Chang'an City was broken.

Hate is in the bones.

"......Huh," Murong Bo sighed, and handed the blade forward, "That's it." ”

With a click, the long sword broke through Zhao Sisi's throat, and even the sound of the throat being disconnected was so clear.

Poof, Zhao Sisi, who had no breath of life, naturally knelt down, and didn't even have time to close his eyes.

Murong Bo held Zhao Sisi's corpse, and lay the long sword in his hand down in Zhao Sisi's hand, the long sword was against the ground, and the half-kneeling Zhao Sisi did not fall. After confirming that Zhao Sisi would not roll to the ground, Murong Bo stood up, raised his head to the sky and roared, and strode towards those foreign envoys.

Leaving Zhao Sisi's body half-kneeling in the crowd, it seemed that Murong Bo was announcing to the world: "I, Murong Bo's woman, will not fall down even if I die!"