Chen Dongyou had imagined such a scene countless times, cold spears and arrows, like locusts crossing the border, and like heavy rain in a hurricane, he stood in the center of this disaster, his qi was shaken, and his whole body was like thunder and thunder to hook the earth's fire, and then shattered it all. But today, just looking at the young man in the robe from a distance, he felt that there was an incomparably heavy mountain in his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Wei Yanxi put his hands on his sleeves, and his smile was meaningful, but the next moment, his smile froze, and he saw that in the middle of the river, he had never shown his attitude, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the jade sword in his hand rose from the ground, a burst of blue light flickered, and the arrows and spears in the sky were like candles in the wind, and they all turned into powder in an instant.

"Show your face! Do you know that this move is a blatant rebellion against my great qi, and a traitor!" Wei Yanxi was so angry, if he didn't know that his strength was low, he really wanted to take off the head of this unruly bullshit sword fairy.

Zhan Yan slowly put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, and his tone was flat: "The prince misunderstood, I have always been loyal to the Great Qi Dynasty, but now His Majesty has not issued the edict of succession, and the prince puts on the dragon robe in a grand manner, isn't it the so-called great rebellion?" Therefore, Zhan Yan and all the people are here, begging the prince to give us an answer! If someone dares to bend the law for bribes and kill his father to seize the throne, Zhan will personally do it for him to clear the king's side."

The crowd was in an uproar.

In the end, it is a fairy on the mountain, what he said is neither humble nor arrogant, it is reasonable, and even a little bold.

"You! You! Daring! I, Wei Yinxi, am my son-in-law, the unification has its own position, the elders and young are free to set the order, and it is your turn to confuse the public with this gossip?" Wei Yanxi was furious at first, but then quickly calmed down, he stretched out his somewhat white fingers that were clenched by him in his sleeve robe, waved his big hand, and said angrily, "Come on, Sword Immortal Zhanyan and his Taoist companion Lu Yuniang have been plotting with such anti-thieves for a long time, take them down!"

The calmness on Zhanyan's face was covered with anger in a blink of an eye, and he Zhanyan could be good at talking and seeking perfection in other things, but when it came to his Taoist companion, it was his reverse scale.

In an instant, the other nine killers arranged by the Great Qi quickly surrounded them, and everyone could resist the wind, with greed and killing intent in their eyes. As long as these traitors are killed for Daqi, the new emperor will inevitably take the throne and win over this group of Jianghu forces, although Xia Ze easily killed a martial artist in the Nine Realms before, but this letter of nomination is here, and the group will attack it, afraid of a fart.

"The basket is a bit big, or is it the favor that I Xia Ze owes you to show your face, it's a little big, and it involves the sect behind you, does it really matter?" Xia Ze retreated to Zhanyan's side and laughed softly.

"Engong said with a smile, I'm afraid it's a little late to say these things now, if Engong is really guilty, he will make the matter bigger, the bigger the better, as long as he beats him so that he can't take care of himself, and negotiates afterwards, the more beneficial it will be."

Xia Ze nodded, Zhanyan looked at this young man who was much younger than him, a little moved, and finally gave birth to a trace of relief when the seniors looked at the juniors, he patted Xia Ze on the shoulder, his voice was mellow and full of energy, "Remember, in our world of sword cultivation, the truth on the lips does not make sense, you have to use the sword to speak."

"The big battle is coming, and the little girl will play a song for you to cheer you on." Lu Yuniang arranged the xylophone quite elegantly, and the jade hand lightly picked the strings.

After a while, several people on the wooden boat unconsciously felt that the qi in all parts of their bodies had expanded several times, like a whirlpool that was constantly whistling, greedily devouring the surrounding heaven and earth aura, and the feeling of blood gushing was extremely comfortable.

"I have long heard that Lu Yuniang's one-handed suqin can help people to raise their killing power to a higher level, and today it seems that it really deserves its reputation." Ning Zhinuan was shocked.

"I implore the two of you to be here to protect Yu Niang, Zhan Mou has thanked the two of you in advance!" Zhan Yan looked at the nine people around him, and instantly turned into a rainbow and entered the battle.

"I'll talk about it after the fight!" As soon as Lin Luqing's words fell, the divine aura reappeared on his body, and the slender shadow was extremely fast, and with a bang, the small boat under his feet sank slightly, and then fell backwards.

There was a sword immortal from Drunken Moon Mountain, seeing that the woman was menacing, he was just about to raise his sword to block, and then looked for an opportunity to use a sword move, but the woman with golden eyes passed by him, and the sword cultivator was just about to turn around, but he screamed and carried it

The two bodies that were cut off by the waist fell into the river together.

"It's so strong, it seems that it's been a month since I saw it, and Miss Lin's cultivation has improved again." Ning Zhinuan couldn't help but be amazed, to be honest, in the face of such a bloody battle, of course she and Yu Huo wanted to join it, but her cultivation was too low, so she joined rashly, facing this group of bigwigs who were also the lowest in the middle and fifth realms, I am afraid that in addition to adding chaos, it will only be a dead end.

Seeing the sword immortal in front of him die so quickly, the other person immediately retreated, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand quickly swung out a majestic sword aura.

As a result, when that sword qi smashed down on Lin Luqing's body, there was a stabbing sound, as if it was pierced by another sharper sword qi, and the golden shadow stabbed at the chest of the Golden Armor Sect monk with a thunderous momentum.

With a bang, the blade of the duckweed blade seemed to pierce something extremely sharp, and the sparks flew everywhere, but it was difficult to penetrate the man's body.

"My Golden Armor Sect's non-revealing armor is not in vain!" The man smiled fiercely, and took advantage of Lin Luqing's stalemate, quickly raised his sword and picked the long sword in Lin Luqing's hand, and then shouted violently, stabbing out dozens of silk-like sword qi, which was extremely dangerous.

The golden-eyed woman sneered with disdain, and a sword fell, and in an instant, whether it was the wisps of sword qi or the Golden Armor Sect monk, they were all like a tumbling windmill, and with a bang, they fell into the mighty soup river.

"Tianliang Temple, Qingxiao monk, I have seen the benefactor." The old monk had white hair, shriveled skin, a monk's hat, a yellow robe, and a prayer wheel.

"Mo Chou Tang, Zhao Huizhi!" The green-robed monk held a whisk of dust in his hand, and there was a breeze around his body.

"Wufu, Li Chaotang." The other stood at the highest level, succinctly.

"Oh? The monk is also here to join in the fun?" The corners of Xia Ze's mouth were slightly raised, and the brilliance on that robe did not diminish at all.

Qingxiao monk was suddenly a little embarrassed: "I can't hide it, the prince of Daqi promised that as long as the donor is captured, my Buddhist family will be able to enter the Ethereal Continent smoothly in the future. If the donor insists on going his own way, he will not only put himself in danger, but also cause the people of this cave to suffer together, and I hope the donor will think twice."

Xia Ze didn't speak, but stroked the body of the fire sword.

"Don't you say something?" Zhao Huizhi swayed lightly, and the breeze around him whistled, turning into a bucket-thick black fanged dragon.

"What do you have to say to the dead?" Xia Ze's long sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, the sword was full of energy.

"Presumptuous!" Li Chaoyang was furious, full of strength, his figure flashed away, he was burly, but at this moment, he was bent over when he punched, posing in an ape boxing fight.

The blue-faced and fanged ape phantom suddenly formed, and the cold iron claws quickly grabbed Xia Ze.

But Xia Ze never moved, but raised his sword to maintain the mysterious and mysterious state, the Qingxiao monk on the side noticed that something was wrong, and quickly turned the prayer wheel in his hand, and the scriptures that came out of his mouth in an instant, and the prayer wheel in his hand each raised hundreds of gold and silver silk threads, flying out, and quickly wrapped around Xia Ze's body.

The next moment, Xia Ze's figure did not move, his body was like a spark scattered everywhere by the wind, and it was difficult to distinguish between the true and the false, but the sword qi on each figure, no one should suspect that it was fake.

The hundreds of gold and silver threads were useless, and all the doppelgangers flew out quickly at that moment.

The ape phantom, as soon as it was killed, was split in half by a figure of Xia Ze with a sword.

Li Chaotang, who was originally menacing, after spurting out a mouthful of blood, quickly retreated against the wind, and when he passed by Zhao Huizhi's side, the monk had no intention of helping at all, and even looked a little contemptuous, but it was the monk who rotated the prayer wheel again, controlling the gold and silver threads to restrain Xia Ze's actions.

Thousands of figures, re-integrated into one place, the sword aura rushed into the sky, and it flashed by, until Xia Ze's figure was clear again, and the martial artist of the Eight Realms, Li Chaotang.

"You ......" Li Chaotang clutched his throat that was on the verge of shattering, and wanted to speak, but found that blood had gushed into his mouth, and he looked down to see that his body was covered with dense blood stains.

Zhan Yan repelled the two monks with a sword and turned his head to look back

, and immediately awe-inspired.

Passed down from the old city of Harajuku Night City, the family heirloom swordsmanship of Meng Dengzhou, Tianwen.

The broken body was scattered behind the whiskers, like a rain.

"Amitabha, sin." The monk couldn't bear to look at the miserable situation, and folded his hands.

Xia Ze sneered, his body was like electricity, and he quickly killed in front of him, and in the stunned look on the old monk's face, he slammed a fist into his face. In the sky, there was a loud bang, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the monk screamed miserably at night, and immediately spit out a mouth full of broken teeth.

But soon, the gold and silver threads quickly wound Xia Ze, and the robe on his body ignited with flames, wanting to burn those silk threads, but those silk threads were like weeds, burning endlessly.

Xia Ze frowned slightly, wanting to quickly withdraw from the Qingxiao monk, but the thousands of silk threads suddenly tightened, entwining it to death.

Zhao Huizhi smiled contemptuously, saw the opportunity and shook off the dust, the black python turned around, opened its bloody mouth, and quickly killed Xia Ze.

Qingxiao Daoist stabilized his body, spit out a mouthful of blood, as if he was finally angry, and slapped his palms, and in an instant, hundreds of golden palm shadows blasted towards Xia Ze.

At the last moment, Xia Ze's body was stunned, and the two golden lights in his left and right eyes faced two rounds of offensive respectively.

In the middle of the sky, the sound was like thunder, and it seemed like thousands of troops and horses were stepping through at the same time, and the golden palm image was shattered by a stronger sword qi.

After the sound stopped, people looked up, the body of the black python was scattered into black fly ashes, and in Zhaohuizhi in Mochou Hall, when he looked down, there was a big hole with a thick bowl mouth on his chest, and the young man suddenly withdrew his hand and threw the dead body down.

On the other side, when the Qingxiao monk was about to be beheaded by Xia Ze's Yin God sword, he quickly came out of his body, and the next moment, the body shattered. The Yin God frowned, and once again killed the Yin God who had fled from the Qingxiao monk.

Yin and Yang gods, kill two more people.