The pitch-black eyes under the silver armor mask stared faintly at the black-clothed young man who was slowly coming step by step at the front of the desert.

The eagle in the sky also circled, as if sensing that the army below had stopped, and no longer continued to advance, but continued to hover in place, as if waiting for them to continue to advance.

The young man in black had a cold face, without a trace of emotion, the black clothes danced wildly in the desert wind, he raised his head slightly expressionlessly, and there seemed to be a sharp flash in the depths of his dark red eyes.

From where the black-clothed young man stood, a series of humming sounds erupted from the space above his head, like a sword blade trembling rapidly through the sky.

The three eagles hovering in the sky screamed miserably, and suddenly turned into a few puffs of blood mist and floated down.

A little bit of blood mist sprinkled on the silver-white armor, and it actually slid down the rune silver armor without a trace of arc and hindrance, and finally seeped into the hot yellow sand, and was then greedily absorbed by the blood mist.

The black-clothed young man retracted his gaze, his eyes ruthlessly looked at the entire 10,000 silver-armored soldiers, his thin lips opened lightly, and his tone was cold: "Want to die?"

The man led by the Silver Wing Army tugged at the stiff rope, got off his horse and slowly took two steps towards the yellow sand in front of him, and a steady and young voice came from under the mask: "I am here to send you to death." ”

The black-clothed young man looked disdainful, and he didn't even glance at the entire army of 10,000 behind him a few more times, and the corners of his thin and cold lips set off a sneering arc: "Just with you, the rabble of ten thousand?"

As soon as these words came out, the 10,000 Silver Wing Army didn't change much, but the corners of the blue-clothed young man's mouth twitched slightly.

Then he touched the sweat on his forehead and said: "I said His Royal Highness the Prince, did you really not perceive it or pretend not to see it, the 10,000 army behind him is not an ordinary army, and everyone has the cultivation of the realm of peace." ”

The army composed of a whole 10,000 Anlu Realm, I'm afraid that even the most powerful Great Jin in Kyushu today can't be easily assembled.

Not to mention how tacit understanding and discipline these 10,000 people are.

The leader of the white cherry generals turned his eyes slightly, glanced at the blue-clothed young man, and saw that his face was pale and a little ugly, but he was not afraid because of the threat and oppression of the whole 10,000 killings, but from the influence of the aura of the Shura in the depths of the desert.

He is no more than the demonic Prince Wu Ying, he can't ignore the anger here, and he doesn't have silver armor.

But even so, his eyes were indeed clear as water at the moment, and he did not have the phenomenon of losing control and disorder, which couldn't help but make the general take a few more looks.

The white cherry general came to the knife on horseback with his palm, gently grasped the hilt, and said slowly without hurrying to draw the knife.

"Silver Wing is in the desert today, not to attack the city, but to take your Wu Ying's life!"

The blue-clothed young man touched his chin and looked at the 10,000 troops, and chuckled: "So you put on the exclusive silver armor refined by Gongzi Yi? This silver armor does have an extraordinary ability to resist the aura of the Shura here, but at the same time, the side effects are also extremely big.

Because once you put on this silver armor, the runes in the silver armor absorb not only the anger of this place, but also your vitality. ”

After speaking, the young man in blue glanced at Wu Ying, and continued with a sigh.

"How much does this Emperor of Beili want you to die, that Gongzi Yi has created such a large number of rune silver armor in a short period of time, I'm afraid it has lost a lot of vitality, right?"

The silver-armored general, who was silent, finally turned his head to look at the chattering blue-clothed young man, and said lightly: "Qianyuchen, you are really noisy. ”

The blue-clothed young man known as Qianyuchen tilted his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Oh, I didn't recognize you with this broken mask, I really didn't expect that you were leading the troops this time." ”

The Silver Armor General snorted coldly: "If you really didn't expect it, how could you come here to intercept it in the desert?"

Qian Yuchen shook his head, saluted slightly at Wu Ying's back and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince, this person and I are old friends, why don't you leave it to me to settle it?"

Wu Ying glanced at him slightly, with a faint mockery in his eyes, but he did not bluntly say that there were a full 10,000 peace realms on the other side, and he was not an opponent at all.

But Qian Yuchen understood his eyes, and he was not discouraged and smiled: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here, naturally he will not let Yuchen die again, Yuchen's idea is that if he can kill a few people, he will kill a few people." ”

Wu Ying didn't speak, which was an answer.

Qian Yuchen smiled, lifted the sword at his waist, and slowly approached the thousands of silver-armored troops.

The sword at his waist looked strange, he didn't have a scabbard, so he tied it around his waist with a very ordinary rope.

There are no blades and blades, and the length and width are the same as those of ordinary swords.

It's just that this sword, whether it is the body or the hilt, seems to be densely compressed by countless irregular iron and stones.

And this sword is the sword that once became famous before the destruction of the Daoyuan Sect, the Purple Sealing Sword.

It's just that for some reason, it is now in the hands of this young man.

As his hand was on the hilt of the sword, a faint blue yuan force poured into the sword body.

The gap between the irregular iron and stone was instantly ignited into a blue-blue glow, and the mana was faintly visible surging and shuttling in it.

In the time he took two steps, the blue intent flowed to the end of the sword.

The Purple Seal Sword has no blade, let alone a sword tip, and above the end of the sword, it is an irregular oval shape, as if it has been naturally polished, with a slightly rounded feeling.

But when Lan Mang condensed on the end of the sword, the yellow sand earth under him was instantly cracked into a bottomless crack, and the crack spread wherever he went.

The silver-armored general on horseback was still breathing steadily, but the hilt of the knife in his hand was slightly pinched.

Qian Yuchen held the Purple Sealing Sword in his hand, raised his head and smiled at the eyes under the mask, and said:

"Night drunk, do you know, in recent years, a woman from the spiritual world has come to this human continent and has been looking for her lost husband, where do you say her husband has gone?"

The silver-armored general did not speak, but clenched the saber in his hand, and looked straight at the black-clothed young man not far away, as if the target in his eyes at this moment was only him.

But he let Qian Yuchen slowly pass him and disappeared into the silver-armored army.

It wasn't until the silver-armored army behind him enveloped the blue-clothed figure that he slowly lowered his head and said in a volume that he could only hear: "Have you seen her?"

It's a pity that Qian Yuchen has completely entered the battle state at this time, and he can't hear what he said at this moment.

The blue light flashed, and the limbs and hooves of countless war horses were cut straight flat, and before the silver-armored soldiers on the horses could fall, another blue-blue sword flashed.

The silver armor on their bodies instantly shattered and scattered.

Before they could be affected by the aura of the Desert of Death, the sword still had a faint trace of power, which swept through their throats and finally fell into the desert.

And for all this, the white cherry general did not have the slightest intention of looking back and killing him.

He just sat on the horseback indifferently and said lightly: "Now your strength has reached the peak of Anlu, but you already have the strength to kill Anlu in an instant. Nice......"

This white cherry general is very strange, and he turned a blind eye to the subordinates who were killed one by one behind him, and he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping him.

From the moment Wu Ying appeared, his gaze had been dead on him.

And the sergeants behind him did not complain at all, silently drew their swords and sprinted.

Finally, silent death fell to the ground and returned to dust.

Qian Yuchen continued to raise his sword and drop his sword.

Silverwing soldiers continued to die and fall to the ground, and even worse, they fell directly into the deep cracks cut by his purple sealed sword, and were then swallowed by quicksand.

His fighting expression was serious and focused, his eyes fell on the shattered silver armor, and under the mask were strangely all extremely young faces, definitely no more than twenty years old.

With such an astonishing number of young Ansouls, it can't help but wonder how Beili managed to create so many miracles.

Qian Yuchen was secretly frightened, and when he swept through and killed ten silver-armored soldiers in the Anling Realm in an instant, he finally had a saber, finding the right time, and at the moment when his sword fell, it grazed his cheek, leaving a sharp line of blood.