"Poof—"

The face of the boy standing on the iceberg changed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining a layer of ice, and looked at Mr. Dongfang reluctantly: "This Jiang Yuqing is just a little venerable realm, why is he so strong?" Are Shintoko all that terrible? ”

Mr. Dongfang's face was also a little pale, he sighed lightly, shook his head, waved his sleeves, stepped on a towering tree in a flash, and then flashed straight to the distant sky.

Brother Gongzi's face changed again and again, with a hint of unwillingness in his eyes, seeing that the landscape painting was broken as Mr. Dongfang went away, Jiang Yuqing flashed out, and immediately reached out and clicked again.

A long sword flashing with colorful colors, wrapped in a sharp three-zhang cold light, went straight to Xin Zhuo's eyebrows.

Xin Zhuo glanced at him coldly, his body turned into a dog's head, and when he condensed again, with a wave of his right hand, the hundreds of blood-turning divine knives scattered in the landscape painting converged into a blood-colored scimitar like flowing water, heading straight for the long sword.

"When—"

The aftermath of the incomparably vast general trend of heaven and earth swung in all directions, and the pavilions near and far collapsed in an instant, and the flowers and trees, rockeries and flowing water were dilapidated.

Lu Jiu and Shui Qingliu, who were extremely far away, only felt their bodies tighten, and hurriedly retreated.

Dozens of highly curious Wupin Realm martial artists were shaken by their five organs, and they vomited blood and passed out in a coma.

Looking at the field again, the boy was sluggish, his face was gray, and he flew upside down and crashed into a broken pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, it bounced up again, and fled straight into the distance in embarrassment, and followed Mr. Dongfang away in the blink of an eye.

Xin Zhuo stood on the top of an ancient tree, did not chase after him, his face was a little pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The general trend of the world of Dongfang Lao Dog and this son-in-law brother is more than ten times stronger than those people in Si Qing and Jihai, and they are shocked and hurt, and their heads are confused.

The characteristics of the realm of the Great Venerable seem to be to merge the general trend of heaven and earth to form this kind of landscape painting, sword pond and the like?

After a full ten breaths, he relieved himself, waved his hand, and the surrounding icebergs disappeared, and then went straight to the outside of the valley.

It wasn't until Xin Zhuo had disappeared for a long time that Shui Qingliu had a relieved smile on his face.

Feng Shuning and Lu Jiu and a group of people only felt messy in their hearts, Jiang Yuqing resisted the two great venerables with the little venerable realm, and they won in the end, is the Shinto really so terrible?

……

"Boom ......"

Hundreds of thousands of Western Qin troops outside Tianmen Valley, densely packed with no end in sight, like ants, swarming up and attacking frantically.

Hundreds of trebuchets and stone cannons are like wild beasts, catapulting boulders from time to time, shattering pieces of stone peaks and six military camps.

Bows, crossbows, and arrows are even more fatally dense like swarms.

However, the six families were not completely vegetarians, and 50,000 private soldiers guarded the mountains and fought back desperately.

There are also 10,000 black-armored dead soldiers armed to the teeth and hundreds of three-meter-high demon bloodline monsters that came out of nowhere, facing enemies dozens of times their own, charging wildly, not afraid of death, each with one enemy and ten.

The scene is vast, brutal, and chilling.

Xin Zhuo stepped on the iceberg and jumped over the battlefield step by step, scanning it.

Patches of Western Qin troops discovered him.

Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, Xiongpaw, Sai Qingzhu and other seven women, who were dressed in silver armor, cried with joy.

Then the cheers of the "county king" resounded in all directions, and for a while, whether it was the Western Qin army or the private soldiers of the six families, they slowly stopped fighting.

Xin Zhuo looked at the two looming figures in the distance to the west, waved his sleeves, and ordered a general: "Jiang Man'er leads 100,000 cavalry of the Jiazi battalion, go with me to kill, and the rest of the army will take Tianmen Valley!"

Six masters have a hundred hearts and eyes, and they can't be kept.

"Whoa!"

Jiang Man'er, who was born with yellow hair, replied angrily, immediately waved the flag, and nearly 100,000 cavalry were mobilized, turned around, and "boomed" and went straight to the west.

Xin Zhuo fell to the ground and rode on his two-horned demon horse, his body glowed with dazzling light, and he neighed and shouted: "Amaterasu is a hundred soldiers, and all ten sides are invincible!"

"Hum—"

A huge golden unicorn figure suddenly gathered in mid-air, raising its head to the sky and roaring.

The eyes of the 100,000 Iron Riders turned blood-red, revealing bloodthirsty colors, and their speed suddenly increased by three times.

"Boom ......"

Like a glimpse of the wind, he went straight to Mr. Dongfang and Brother Gongzi to chase after him.

The two of them were originally injured by Xin Zhuo, and deliberately made a detour to avoid the layers of Western Qin army outside, and they didn't go far when they ran out at this time, and they looked back from afar, and their faces became ugly.

"Kill!"

Xin Zhuo raised the waist knife pulled out of the "dry corpse" body and pointed it at Mr. Dongfang and the two.

"Kill!"

100,000 iron horsemen cheered in unison.

A tangible bloody aura of the battlefield, visibly converging with the naked eye, rushed straight ahead.

Mr. Dongfang and Brother Gongzi's faces changed again and again, and they immediately ran with all their might.

Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why high-level martial artists were afraid of the bloody killing aura on the battlefield, each of these battlefield soldiers had human lives in their hands, and the momentum was too tyrannical, too dirty, too chaotic, and too murderous, which was too evil for high-level martial artists who practiced martial arts and were meticulous and subtle.

This thing pollutes the soul and pollutes the Yuanchen Palace.

Except for him Xin Zhuo, who is not afraid of non-mainstream martial artists?

"Kill!"

He cheered again.

"Kill!"

The roar of 100,000 cavalry soared into the sky.

The bloody aura became thicker and thicker, spreading more and more widely, and he saw Mr. Dongfang and the two behind him.

is as calm as Mr. Dongfang, and his face is a little gloomy.

The boy's face was even paler as paper, because he was in a hurry to rush, his blood was surging even more, and a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth was dripping to his neck.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The bloody aura finally pounced on the boy's brother, and half of Mr. Dongfang's back was also stained.

Although this thing is not lethal at all, it is terrifying for a pure martial artist.

The two couldn't help but panic.

It just so happened that they were in front of a continuous mountain range, and the two seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and plunged into it.

The son's embarrassed voice came from afar in the mountains and forests: "Jiang Yuqing, you shameless thing, Lao Tzu will kill you sooner or later!"

The sound is getting farther and farther away.

Xin Zhuo glanced around, the mountain range is a long strip, winding for dozens of miles, it is impossible to encircle and suppress, he can only stop with 100,000 cavalry, think about it, wave his hand and scold: "A group of dog sons in Baiheqiu, Dongfang is a third grandson, fuck your uncle, sooner or later I will destroy you!"

"A group of dog sons in Baiheqiu, Dongfang is a third grandson, fuck your uncle, sooner or later I will destroy you."

100,000 cavalry roared with rage.

Regardless of whether this scene is embarrassing or not, it is relieving and cool.

In the dense mountains and forests, Mr. Dongfang, who fled in embarrassment, looked gloomy, and his expression was even more tired.

The son's eyes were full of fear and panic, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Uncle Shi, this matter is not authentic in the court, Jiang Yuqing is a freak, a demon, and a Shinto, how can we kill it?" Who said he wasn't really Shintoko? This pure ice and thunder trend is unheard of! ”

Mr. Dongfang was silent.

Brother Gongzi suddenly stopped, hesitantly looking in the direction of Tianmen Valley.

"Aoki Ji, what do you want to do?"

Mr. Dongfang finally turned around and asked, his tone was old.

Brother Gongzi took a deep breath: "Si Qing and Jihai, I'm afraid they have already broken, Senior Sister Feiyan is still there, I can't leave her alone!"

Mr. Dongfang shook his head lightly: "Feiyan, I'm afraid that girl can't run out of Jiang Yuqing's palm."

Brother Gongzi was shocked: "What does Uncle Shi mean?" How could the six families let him get his wish? ”

Mr. Dongfang sighed: "You will find out soon!"