"Be forgiving, and forgiving."

As soon as the gray shadow flashed, someone stopped in front of the horse.

Chen Ping's halberd beat Ji Changlie, the momentum was like a rainbow, the people and horses were one, the body was lit with a raging golden flame, the qi and the machine were attracted to each other, the starlight in the sky fell, turned into a curtain of light, and the 30,000 cavalry under his command were united, and the heart was connected.

When rushing forward, it was like the frenzy of the Hanhai Sea, moving forward, and the huge momentum formed a mighty and strange coercion.

But anyone who is not strong-willed, let alone fighting him, even if he stands in front of him, will immediately be frightened, and he will not even be able to lift his weapon.

However, in the face of his halberd charge, there were people who did not believe in evil, and they were able to stand firm in front of his horse.

It was an old man dressed in a gray cannon with a withered face, the old man was emaciated, and his long eyebrows drooped on both sides, and he couldn't tell how old he was.

However, it can be seen that his state of mind must be very vicissitudes.

A pair of eyes are cloudy and waveless, like a pool of stagnant water.

Even in the face of this raging riding formation, in the face of Chen Ping's unparalleled divine power, he didn't even show the slightest fear.

I don't know if I don't know how to be afraid, or if I'm not afraid of life and death at all.

Chen Ping felt that these two points were not quite alike.

It's about being extremely confident in what he does.

Confident that he has the means to turn the tables against the wind.

"Although the old man may not be able to beat you, in fact, the old man can't even win against Duran Divine Master, but if you want to break through this Zixiao God Thunder Domain, His Royal Highness King Ping may be fine, and I don't know how many knights can be left under his command?"

Sometimes, a lot of people is not necessarily a good thing, sometimes it is a bad thing.

Just like when they met for the first time, Chen Ping rushed into battle alone, and the other party couldn't keep him. Instead, he was killed and retreated.

As the old man raised his eyes, his withered and emaciated figure also swelled.

The body was originally six feet tall, but it became more than nine feet in an instant, the muscles on the body were knotted, the lightning flashed, and the surrounding body was even more purple light, turning into a hundred feet of thunder.

In this sea of thunder, countless electric snakes shuttle back and forth, just looking at it, people can't help but blow up their hairs, and a strange smell of burnt smell faintly appears in the air.

The old man, no, the burly old man with long eyebrows now, laughed, pulled out a purple long sword with an ancient shape from the back of his shoulder, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and said lightly: "Today's victory and defeat have been divided, why don't the two sides stop fighting, what do you think?" ”

"I don't think so."

Chen Ping smiled.

As Ji Changlie thought, at this time today, it is actually half of the south of the Yangtze River that was decided by World War I.

If Ji Changlie's army is let go, and the King of Jinghai, who is extremely ambitious and acts extraordinarily, secretly peeps into the dark, not to mention too long-term things, and in the future, the land of Sanfu will definitely be difficult to be peaceful.

Besides, the old man in front of him, who didn't know what the relationship with Ji Changlie was, was not qualified to negotiate terms with him.

"Just with your Zixiao Divine Thunder Realm, but you are still a little short of fire, old man, believe it or not, you can't hurt any of the 31,920 people under my command."

As soon as the word "has" came out, Chen Ping did not destroy the horse, turned over his waist with a wipe, and the black dragon sword was unsheathed, facing the emptiness.

The sword light is like a cracked silk, cutting through the void, cutting off yin and yang, interpreting all things in the world, and splendid mountains and rivers.

"Hubris."

The burly old man, with a heavy thunder fire in his eyes, shouted angrily, and the purple long sword in his hand also moved.

He raised his sword to the sky.

In the Baizhang Realm, countless bright white and purple lightning rays converged on the sword body.

In an instant, the wind and thunder were blowing, and the whole sky became dark and dreary, and only the lightning like a swimming dragon flew in all directions, as if the heavens were angry, and they were about to fall with a bang.

The meaning of the existence of the field not only represents its own path, but also increases its own learning.

It is also able to seize the vitality of heaven and earth where it stands.

Whoever has a deeper understanding of this world and a stronger spiritual will will will be able to gain an advantage.

Accumulate small victories into big victories, turn away games into home stadiums, and when you shoot again, you can kill with one hit.

This is the combat mode of the Great Grandmaster Realm of the Unity of Heaven and Man.

The old man in gray thought that he had entered the realm of the Great Grandmaster for forty years, and his understanding of this Zixiao Divine Thunder Domain was already wonderful, although he was limited to talent, he could not deduce this realm to the Yang Realm, turn the void into reality, and become the real Zixiao Thunder.

However, in the same realm, he didn't believe that anyone could rob him.

The sword light realm on the opposite side conjured up all the flowers in the world, in his opinion, it was actually a superfluous move.

You have this leisure to transform everything, it is better to concentrate your strength in one place and increase the power of the sword light.

Therefore, the gray-clothed old man's move was not aimed at Chen Ping alone, but more than 30,000 horsemen under his command.

Didn't you boast that you could protect your subordinates?

How do I see how you take care of it?

And how to block the thunder in the sky that can be called the number one attribute attack?

……

The two faced each other, drawing their swords out of their sheaths almost at the same time, and the field was laid out.

The boundless sea of thunder swooped down and threw itself into the splendid rivers and mountains of the fireworks world, only to stir up many ripples.

The scene is changing, the mountains and rivers are diverted, the world is catastrophic, and the human beings in the illusion are running to the rescue, uniting as one to rebuild their homes.

Ten thousand years at a glance.

No matter how dense the sky thunder is.

Bombarded into Chen Ping's realm, the seemingly incomparably small, ant-like human beings will always have thousands of ways to fight against this natural disaster and build a beautiful world.

As the gray-clothed old man's wave of thunder blasted out, Chen Ping's realm illusion seemed to have become a little more real.

The thousands of illusory figures, as if they had been born with spiritual wisdom, stood in this world, and roared with their halberd fingers, "Dead ......"

The word "death" turned into an illusory sound wave, and it became as if it were real, just like under this sky, there were tens of thousands of Li people, who were shouting angrily at the same time.

Thousands of people pointed out, and died without a problem.

The burly old man in gray looked stunned, his eyes suddenly darkened, his heart ached, his brain was dizzy, and blood oozed out of his eyes, ears and nostrils.

The hair that used to be black and cloudy became like flying unkempt grass.

Even if he still supported the skeleton of his burly body, for some reason, he became a few points old and stiff.

"The realm of sentient beings turned out to be the realm of sentient beings."

The old man in gray had a bitter face.

It is also a four-layer "yin and void" realm, which is virtual but not real.

His Purple Thunder Realm, even if he was extremely intensive, was inherently suppressed by the realm of sentient beings.

This is not a difference in the level of martial arts.

Rather, it is fundamentally different from the other routes.

Why can the human dynasty suppress the power of the Quartet Sect, especially in the heyday, the power of the huge mountains and rivers gathered by the people can destroy the ghosts and gods, and eliminate all the extraordinary.

The reason for this is this desire of sentient beings.

In the eyes of the Taoist monks, it is also called "heavenly luck" and "qi number".

No matter how strong a person's "qi" is, where can it be compared to the strength of thousands of people.

Say you can do it, you can do it, you can't do it, you can't accept it.

Therefore, once it comes to troubled times, the power of the people's hearts cannot be condensed into one and become a plate of loose sand, some people will say that all the "demons and monsters" have popped out.

At that time, people's minds changed, and there were those who were resentful and rushed to the sky, and they turned to the demons to destroy the world.

There are unwilling people who want to climb from hell to the world, and their obsession will not disappear......

There are also those who pray to God and worship Buddha, pinning their hopes on heaven.

As a result, there are people who follow the dragon, some people who are in troubled times, some people who show the law, and some people who call themselves gods.

To start from the beginning, it is another reincarnation.

In the eyes of the gray-clothed old man and uncle, this troubled world has just begun, and the days of darkness and demons dancing are still long, which is a great opportunity for gods and Buddhas to come to the world and grab luck.

But he never expected that at this time, someone had already condensed the realm of sentient beings.

That's ridiculous, isn't it?

Until the darkest moment, before the human mind is fixed, before the time to change the heavens and the earth, how did this realm of living beings come together?

The big dog in my heart.

Uncle Tong saw a light in front of his eyes.

Or rather, saw a mountain......

The black dragon sword had already cut out a five-clawed divine dragon with all beards and tails and scales and armor at this time.

Like the collapse of the pillar of heaven, it rumbled down.

At this moment, he could not hear any other sound at all.

There is only this sword in his eyes.

"Five thunders are protected, and the Dao is on top."

Uncle Tong's sword, even the strength to eat milk was used.

In the meridians of the whole body, the true qi was frantically extracted, and the operation was torn, and it was illusionized into a multicolored thunder light that converged on the sword blade and met it.

The sky was black and white, and the multicolored thunder bloomed like fireworks.

At the same time, the fireworks were set off by his purple magic sword, which was extraordinary at first glance.

Countless fragments of fine metal rained down in all directions.

Where the ripples opened, a huge deep pit with a radius of more than 30 zhang appeared in the same place, and it was more than 3 zhang deep.

At a certain level, Uncle Tong still stopped Chen Ping from leading more than 30,000 horsemen to attack forward.

But he himself was not so comfortable.

The right half of the body has become a blur of flesh and blood, screaming in pain, the blood on the body flashed, turned into wind and thunder and fled to the ground, like lightning, through the sea of people, sweeping over the mountains and mountains, and disappeared without looking back.

When the domain control couldn't play a role, the gray-clothed old man found that Chen Ping's strongest point was not the realm where the flowers were beautiful and the qi of all beings was condensed.

It's his unparalleled divine power and wonderful sword moves.

But if the flying pigeon biography can mention a few more details of the battle between Chen Ping and Duran Divine Master, it is estimated that this uncle will not be full of confidence to face Chen Ping head-on.

This time, the field was broken, half of the body was shattered, and even the confidence was lost.

Even if it is a loss of essence blood and qi and escapes a life, I don't know how long it will take to heal from the injury.

Watching the other party's blood escape, Chen Ping was a little sluggling.

But I didn't think to chase it.

It's not because he still has to lead the lead to host the scene.

It's because the other party burns essence blood and uses half a life as fuel to escape, and he won't be able to catch up for a while.

Unless, I am also willing to give up some longevity, and I am willing to burn some essence and blood.

Why bother?

Mountains and rivers meet.

When it's time to meet, it's natural to meet again.

If the other party keeps hiding and doesn't show up, it won't hinder it.

Anyway, there is no deep hatred, and the other party has to be killed.

Even "Uncle Tong" has already escaped in blood.

Incapacitated.

Ji Changlie, the king of Jinghai, is not a fool after all.

When Uncle Tong appeared to stop Chen Ping from chasing and killing, he immediately boiled his true anger and forcibly suppressed his injuries.

The vitality of the One Realm is extremely strong.

As long as it is not killed on the spot, the true qi is endless, and it can gather the heaven and earth vitality to protect the body, and the essence to protect the heart, no matter how it is, it can last for a while.

Although the humerus of his right hand was completely broken, the wrist and palm of his left hand were also fractured, and several bones in his chest were broken, which was almost inserted into his heart, narrowly shaving his head.

However, Ji Changlie still said that he could still fight and escape.

He snatched a white horse, and was so angry that he wanted to follow the way he came, and fled into Yidao Gorge, into his own infantry army, and even to the camp near the sea.

Ambition and ambition when he came.

At this point, they were all gone.

Just roared wildly, so that the knights under his command broke off.

Anxious like a lost dog.

Just after running half the distance, the flags around him, the scattered Eight Gate Golden Lock Array swam and blocked again.

Ji Changlie's face was full of devastation, and when he looked up, he saw an elegant old man with white beard and white hair, who was already standing three feet in front of him.

Beside him, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, looking at him with pity in his eyes.

"Lord Yue, why is this so? Thinking about the past, let me go today. ”

Ji Changlie took a deep breath, his eyes were full of humiliation, but he had to lower his voice and plead.

At this time, there were not only eight golden lock arrays blocking the way in front of him, but also two masters at the level of the Great Grandmaster of the One Realm blocking the way.

And what about yourself?

Not only was he seriously injured, but more than 20,000 elite horsemen were already isolated and scattered into a mess.

When you go, you can also break through the military formation with one blow.

However, when I returned, this was the Longtan Tiger's Den, and it was impossible to get out.

"If you knew today, why bother in the first place?"

Cui Huchen shook his head, as if he couldn't bear to look at Ji Changlie's frightened eyes anymore.

"If you have any last words, say it quickly, the old man has no choice but to do so."

The two sides have been in-laws for 17 years and have been fighting for 16 years, not only Cui Huchen understands Ji Changlie, but Ji Changlie also knows this hard-hearted old man.

Hearing this, he was stunned, his lips grinned in a strange arc, and he laughed like crying, and muttered: "I see, I see, since Lone gathered an army of 200,000 and came to sneak attack, he must die, and besides, he must die at your hands." ”

He staggered.

It seems to be a little unstable.

At this moment, he was no longer the prince who held an army of 200,000 and had reached the Great Grandmaster of the Unity Realm by himself, but a general of a defeated army who was at the end of his rope.

Looking back.

Outside the overlapping military formation, there was not a single woman in Taoist uniform.

I didn't see a cute girl as bright as the moon in the sky.

"Lonely, it's really damned!"

Ji Changlie looked up at the sky, closed his eyes and wept.

A sword light flashed around his neck.

The skull flies.

Cui Huchen was silent for a while before he said, "Is this your last word?" ”

"Third Uncle Ancestor, why did you kill Ji Changlie? Isn't it good to abolish his cultivation and keep him alive? ”

Cui Boyu's eyes were full of anxiety, and he knew that with this sword slash, the consequences would be endless.

"Boyu, you remember, there are some things that you don't want to do, but you have to do. Do you think, with the monstrous force of His Royal Highness King Ping, why did Ji Changlie run to me? ”

"The third uncle is talking about ......"

"Don't say it, don't even think about it, we are hostile to Ji Changlie, life and death, either you die or I die.

Today, King Jinghai died on the spot, he is also brave, worthy of the famous general, the pioneer of the king, and the history books, there should be his strong stroke, so it is enough. ”

"As for what the little county lord of the Ji family Mingyue thinks, whether the more than 100,000 former Jing Navy infantry riders have a grudge against the old man, but it is just right."

Speaking of this, Cui Huchen's voice became low and inaudible.

"If it weren't for that, my Cui family's 100,000 steps would not be very stable. Sometimes, being a lonely minister is not only not a bad thing, but a good thing. ”

"Grandson, I see."

Cui Boyu was convinced.

……

"Rubb, what a rubb."

Far away from the battlefield, high on a mountain ridge.

Several people looked into the distance, letting the mighty mountain wind blow their robes, watching everything that happened on the battlefield.

Looking at it, the first tall middle-aged man with eyebrows like twin swords flying diagonally, eagle nose and cold eyes, couldn't hold back anymore and scolded bitterly.

"It's a pity that my Xuanyin Sect has been operating for several years, and I have wasted countless efforts on him, and this time, it was all in vain."

It's not just a high-end military investment by a few elders and saints, or a kind of secret hand to help each other cultivate an heir......

Jing Haijun was able to control the land of Sanfu and operate 200,000 steps to ride out, and his Xuanyin Sect contributed in many ways, and he paid too much effort.

Even, the disciple of Xuanyin secretly became a sharp murder knife in the hands of King Jinghai.

Secretly, I don't know how many shady things I have done for him.

It's just such a scene.

The result?

What a good start, seeing that the harvest is about to be gained, but losing all the games and losing the rope, there is nothing left.

If this kind of gamble happens a few times, no matter how big his Xuanyin Sect is, he can't afford to toss it.

It can be called a loss to the lady and a soldier.

It's no wonder that Xuanyin Sect Leader Li Jiuyin, a person with a deep city government, couldn't help but burst into foul language, almost jumping to his feet.

I was so angry.

"It's just that the mud can't be glued on the wall, the sect leader is angry, even if King Jinghai doesn't die this time, we can't take any advantage, this person actually secretly hides a hand, the old slave of his family is actually a master of Shenxiao Dao, hehe, it's really well hidden."

A middle-aged beauty with colorful eyebrows and a three-point smile on her side smiled sideways.

It seems to carry some mockery.

She can see that Ji Changlie is secretly burying this chess piece, and it is hidden tightly, who is he guarding against, this is all obvious.

"Mei Niang, is there a possibility, Ji Changlie He doesn't know that Shenxiao Dao has secretly formed an alliance with Ji Changfeng, no, the Zixiao Divine Thunder Realm used by the old Dao before faintly has a blood light, which is quite a bit of a taste of blood shadow Yin Thunder.

This person should be Tongyun Lao Dao, who had disappeared forty years ago, and I heard that Shenxiao Dao also held a small memorial for him at that time, claiming that he had died at the hands of [Blood Shadow Crazy Knife].

But I didn't expect that this old way had been hidden in the Jinghai Palace, and it had been hidden for many years. ”

Li Jiuyin sighed, sure enough, the three sects of Buddhism and the four sects of Taoism are still very deep, even if it is the most down-and-out mixed yuan sect, it is also an old tree that grows new sprouts, blooming with dazzling brilliance.

Not to mention several other sects, in this world is in chaos, when the four sides are fighting for the dragon, I don't know how many shadows have been buried, and they have played a few idle moves.

Just like the Shenxiao Sword Sect, if it weren't for the fact that King Jinghai was at the end of his rope and was about to die, that "Uncle Tong" might not have revealed his true identity.

Who in the world doesn't know that the Shenxiao Sword Sect supports the true martial king Ji Changfeng, the prince who is not visible and does not show water, but is just blindly low-key, occupies the right capital of the capital, and the soldiers cover the four counties of the five prefectures and forty-seven counties on the left, claiming to never fight for power, and are loyal to the imperial court.

Judging from the identity of this "uncle", then, Ji Changfeng may not be so "simple".

Even, the Huwei Army and the Long Xiang Army have been fighting with the Dongmu Army, the Greedy Wolf Army, and the Seven Evil Army over the years.

"It's hard to happen, he's playing the trick of raising his own respect."

"Good fellow, I might be out of sight by the minute."

Li Jiuyin smacked his mouth, and when he thought of this, his face changed slightly.

"Otherwise, we might as well support that one instead."

Mei Niang pursed her mouth and pointed to the bottom of the mountain, where Chen Ping was commanding the army under his command to collect and surrender the army.

"No, why was Chen Ping chased and killed by the thirteen princes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and escaped from Xingqing Mansion, I heard that he also died two little friends. You forget, who sent the news that let the seven-colored hall village red-clothed get the news of the little county lord of Mingyue. ”

"Alas......"

Mei Niang's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

At the beginning, he inadvertently made an idle move, and he actually set up a big enemy for his Xuanyin Sect for no reason.

It's a mess.

(End of chapter)