Click, click!

The bones shattered, mixed with the flesh.

The whispering sound of powder, like the whispering of evil ghosts, slowly echoed in the ears of the twenty-four remaining generals in the Axe Hall today.

Led by 'Poke the Sky Spear' Ji Yue, a grandmaster, nine marrow refining martial artists, and fourteen brave generals!

They woke up from a dream.

Looking at the figure that had blood spilling from the mouth, but its power was undiminished, and it jumped down from the high steps, his breathing stagnated.

'Da, da, da. ’

Luo Jing step by step, towards the middle of the courtyard, the Ji Zhuolu who retreated again and again, blood stained the bluestone road, and almost kept staggering backwards on the ground.

"You..."

Ji Yue was shocked!

He was numb, and he joined forces with many generals in the Axe Hall to fight against the difficult demon girl, and he couldn't take it for a long time.

This time!

even saw the convincing and successful Ji Zhuolu, who is known as the most dazzling general in the Ji family for more than 100 years.

That's it... was beaten like a dead dog, and he was beaten out of the hall alive, and after a few tosses, he retreated behind the assembled Xuanjia soldiers!

"Make no mistake!"

"That's a convincing martial saint!!"

Ji Yue's soul was trembling.

He saw the blood-stained sword of the seventh month, and it was still 'ticking' and dripping blood.

The woman watched as the dust settled in the hall, and soldiers formed outside the spacious courtyard and slowly surrounded her.

Ji Zhuolu, who was known as the 'Sage of Martial Arts', hid in the armor in panic, couldn't help but smile, stopped the killing move, licked his lips and said:

"The long-known general of the Broken Captives can't do it."

If it had just been,

Listening to this kind of disdainful and arrogant words, I am afraid that Ji Yue will hold up the 'poke the sky spear' as soon as possible and kill it on the spot.

But now...

His eyes were pale.

Following the sight of the seventh day of the first month, looking at Ji Zhuolu, who was full of smoke and dust outside the hall, only half of his arm was left, and there was no longer the momentum of the dragon plate, his throat was agitated several times, and only dry...

"Kill, what are you doing in a daze, kill him for me!"

A terrible howl broke the silence.

Ji Zhuolu dragged the remnants of his body, retreated straight back, and shrank in the broken army that formed a military formation, and then staggered through the crowd and fled in a hurry.

But...

No matter how he retreats,

You can feel the killing intent from behind, it's getting closer and closer, it's getting closer!

The sword strikes.

Luo Jing seemed to be leisurely, looking calm.

Every time he raised his hand, a soldier had blood splattered from his neck, and he fell to the ground on the spot.

Ji Zhuolu kept looking back, and saw that the corners of the black and gold robe had not been far away from beginning to end, and he finally collapsed:

"Wang Dongxuan!!"

"You can't kill me!"

Seeing his armor fall one by one, the young man's face was already approaching, and Ji Zhuolu's martial arts will had already been quietly shattered under the shock of Fang Cai's true intention of 'subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger'!

The fear of death magnified his heart.

When the sword light of his fingertips condensed and was about to pass through his neck, Ji Zhuolu shouted:

"Do you know who's behind me?!"

Swish!

Luo Jing's fingers stopped in front of his neck, looking at the man in front of him who was dipped in cold sweat and bold, after a light sigh, he seemed to be a little interested:

"Behind your back... Anyone else? ”

"Old dog, let's listen to it, if it is useful to this palm, you are a waste, the news is important enough, and it is not impossible to save your rotten life."

Listening to Luo Jing's seemingly unintentional words, Ji Zhuolu's eyes tightened, and he seemed to really see a glimmer of light:

"Guy, you mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, a faint blood mark suddenly appeared on his neck, and he couldn't help but shake his spirit.

"You say, I'll listen."

"If it's nonsense, then die."

Luo Jing withdrew his finger.

Beside him, the corpses of the armored soldiers lay on the ground.

Inside the Great Broken Mansion.

No one could be his enemy, and everyone watched this happen!

"Good, good..."

"Wang Zhangzun is a young man, and he will definitely be a hero in the future, and he will not be as reckless as me..."

"Ji Zhuolu confessed today, after this incident, but with Wang Zhangzun's order, I dare not disobey!"

The man with only half of his body left forced a laugh:

"If you don't get the mythical relics, you will be like a headless fly, and you don't know how to be convinced."

"If it weren't for the big man on the Great Snow Mountain who gave me Ji Zhuolu's Qi Persuasion Method, I wouldn't be where I am today!"

"The king's throne has become a great trend, but it's best not to kill me."

"After the sky changed, there were scattered mythological relics falling from the sky, but the only one that really claimed to have a 'fairyland' inheritance was the Great Snow Mountain!"

"The Great Snow Mountain, for the fall of the previous dynasty, the place where its bloodline is hidden, has not been famous for decades, but it has a deep heritage."

"After making a career more than ten years ago, it has included the world's martial arts!"

"Precious as the 'Convincing Method', can be passed down at will, I am now doing things for the Great Snow Mountain, and the jade sword has only died for a short time... If I am killed, I am afraid that it will cause accidents, so it is better to think twice. ”

When Luo Jing heard this, his tone was slightly condensed:

"Oh? That's how your method came about. ”

He thought to himself:

"What did the Great Snow Mountain do for you?"

Ji Zhuolu hesitated when he heard this:

"This..."

Swish!

Three severed fingers rose in response!

"Ahh

A terrible roar hides pain:

"I say, I say!"

"On the snowy mountain, Yan Nanbei, the first person in contemporary Qilu and the self-proclaimed 'King of Qilu', found the lord of the Nine Great Gates, saying that he wanted to set a precedent for the people of the world!"

"He said that everyone can cultivate and be convinced in the new era, and then go to the 'Great Snow Mountain' together, deduce a higher realm in the fairyland, and make the remote and bitter cold land of Qilu a real fertile land in the Central Plains!"

"Yan Nanbei claims to be emulated by the ancient sages, to win the world with the hearts of the people, call me the master of the Nine Valve Clan, once convinced, you can go to the Great Snow Mountain to teach a higher method, called..."

"The Seven Sects of Qilu, the fall of the seven martial arts saints is not useless, it has already allowed him to spy on the mysteries of a higher realm, and he also said that as long as he surrenders to him, the future height can even be compared to the legendary immortal gods!"

Ji Zhuolu's speech was hurried, obviously afraid.

"Do you believe that?"

Luo Jing raised his eyebrows and sneered.

What's the difference between this and drawing a flatbread!

Who knows what Yan Nanbei, known as the 'King of Qilu', is doing on the Snow Mountain.

What realm should be deduced, and it should be filled with the lives of the seven convincing deities?

In his mind, he gradually had a vague guess.

The spiritual tide rises and the spiritual tide falls, and there is a gradual process.

At present, the aura has just recovered, and the truly terrifying immortals are still sleeping in those terrible and inexplicable 'immortal ruins', and they can't get out of it.

In the same way, the same is true of spiritual practice.

It's only been more than ten years, and I want to give birth to a master who has 'mana' and can truly control the secret martial arts and kill the demons...

It's definitely not Fa-rectification!