Inside the mouth of the gourd.

Murong Trai, who had unreservedly used his hole cards, was already able to compete with the Creation Realm cultivators, and even surpassed some ordinary Creation Realm Qi cultivators with unstable foundations and ordinary opportunities.

Of course, Zuo Zongtang, who was born in a soldier on the battlefield and has experienced a hundred battles, cannot distinguish the superior from the inferior for a while, and will never be able to live or die.

However, with Tao Jiren fighting side by side with him, the pressure that Murong Chui had to deal with would be reduced a lot, and even in the fierce battle, the combination of him and Tao Jiren had suppressed the commander of the Wu clan's backer army.

"Bang!"

After Murong Chui, who showed the majesty of the magnificence of the magnificence of the treasure, took advantage of Zuo Zongtang's forced retreat to knock him back with a punch, Murong Trai continued to bully and pressed on, and the domineering and heavy fists fell on Zuo Zongtang's body one after another.

Zuo Zongtang, who had lost his first hand, snorted and spit out a mouthful of blood at this time, and his body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and after rolling a few times, he stopped his body on his back facing the sky.

Zuo Zongtang looked at the figure standing in the air with a sluggish breath, and wanted to stand up, but the blood in his chest was tumbling, and a fishy sweetness surged up from his throat, and he spit it out, and the armor on his chest was already red.

In fact, if he was allowed to face either of the two of them, he would not end up so down, and maybe he would have suppressed him to death with his rich killing experience on the battlefield.

But now he is facing the two people who have joined forces, and he knows that with the talents of these two people, whether it is the Great Dao Cultivation or the Battlefield Achievements, he will definitely not be lower than himself.

Zuo Zongtang now hates only that he can't help the general drag these two people anymore.

Murong lowered his head to look at Zuo Zongtang, who no longer had the strength to fight, and only after repeatedly confirming that he had no back hand did he converge the Dao Law in his body.

Forced back by Zuo Zongtang's spiritual technique, the traumatized Tao Jiren flew from a distance and stood side by side with Murong Chui.

"How is it?" Tao Jiren, whose face was pale and his spiritual power was also sluggish, turned his head to look at Murong Chui, whose face was ruddy, his breath was slightly short, and he had not calmed down, and asked with a nervous expression.

"As you can see. Murong Chui stretched out his hand and pointed to Zuo Zongtang, who was lying on the ground in the distance, "It's over." ”

After hearing this, Tao Jiren was relieved, and his originally tightly knit brows slowly relaxed.

Originally, with his temperament, he would not allow Murong Chui to interfere in the fight between himself and that person, but after the conversation he had with him before the war, he persuaded himself to dispel this stubborn idea.

The direction of the battlefield is far more important than a person's victory or defeat.

This was a sentence that Murong Trai had left in his ears at that time.

"The general's side?" Tao Jiren looked at Zuo Zongtang, who was already angry on the ground, and couldn't help but ask.

Murong Chui looked at the place where the white robe disappeared before, shook his head, and finally said truthfully: "Now all we can do is to save the lives of more Wei Wushu soldiers, as for that battlefield, we can't interfere and can't interfere." ”

Tao Jiren nodded slightly when he heard this, "I see." ”

Then Murong Chui handed a war halberd to him, and said calmly: "According to the agreement." ”

Tao Jiren narrowed his narrow eyes and grinned.

At the beginning, he agreed to join forces with the latter, Murong Chui had promised him that he didn't want any military merits that belonged to him, and now, on the ground, was the military exploits that he had sent to others.

As soon as I thought of this, Tao sent people

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He took the halberd from Murong Chui's hand, and the killing intent in his eyes poured out unabashedly.

Immediately, his arm bent slightly, and after a low shout, he threw the war halberd towards Zuo Zongtang, who was already powerless on the ground.

The battle halberd broke through the air, and finally stabbed Zuo Zongtang's chest without accident.

Looking at Zuo Zongtang on the ground, who had already been angry and cut off his spiritual power and quietly dissipated between heaven and earth, Murong Chui slowly spoke: "Let's go, the war that belongs to us is far from over. ”

Tao Jiren hummed softly, and a smile appeared on his resolute face.

Of course, he would not feel pity for the death of a Wu general, and if he was seriously injured and lying on the ground, perhaps his fate would be even worse.

War is always unexpectedly cruel, and this is a truth that the Taoji people have understood since they ascended to the top of the city.

"Do you think the general can beat that ghost sheng?" Tao Jiren asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a deep gaze.

Murong Chui glanced at him strangely when he heard this, and did not say a word.

Tao Jiren, who knew that he was speechless, smiled, "I shouldn't have asked." ”

Jiangshan Society Diagram.

The ghost hand that was already approaching Ji Ge and even the cold flickering ghost hand was able to penetrate his head in the next moment, and suddenly retreated, and it was not until he retreated almost a hundred zhang that he stood firm.

Although the face was still that crazy look, the intense jealousy in his eyes couldn't be concealed.

Although Ghost Sheng didn't know what had changed in that short moment in this young man of a different race who had a confusing background, the vigilance he had gained from walking on the edge of life and death over the years told him that if he had just fallen, he would only be seriously injured.

At this moment, Ji Ge slowly opened his eyes, and what made Ghost Shenghu puzzled and even shocked was that Ji Ge's eyes were white.

And it's the kind of pure white that seems to be able to engulf all the gray in this world.

The most important thing is that Chen Ge at this moment gave him an extremely strange feeling, it was the kind of person who was clearly standing there, between this heaven and earth, but he was unaware of his spiritual power and his qi.

Even that great general, Qianmo Changfeng, had never brought him such a mysterious feeling, how did the young man in front of him do this?

The next scene made Ghost Sheng's heart set off a huge wave.

Ji Ge, whose eyes were pure white, reached out indifferently, and the originally blue sky disappeared as if it had been washed by water, replaced by a large area of white.

In just a few breaths, there was no color in this small world except white.

And the ghost sheng, who was covered in black ghostly energy, was extremely abrupt in this white vastness.

Ghost Sheng snorted as he felt that the Heavenly Dao, which was no longer bound, was now pressed down on him again, even heavier than before.

Then Ji Ge held his five fingers weakly, and Ghost Sheng was horrified to find that the ghost qi that had been wrapped around him was actually dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally it was like a candle flame being directly extinguished.

"Why is this happening?!" Ghost Sheng muttered to himself with a gloomy face.

Even Chenge, who is the lord of this heaven and earth, can only defeat with this heavenly dao, but he can't do "drawing salary from the bottom of the kettle" and directly consume his own ghost energy.

Otherwise, when he first entered the Jiangshan Society, Chen Ge would have shot directly, so why would he wait until now.

But the ghost aura in front of him disappeared for no reason

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Facts that are unequivocal.

Ji Ge looked at Ghost Sheng indifferently, but it wasn't actually a look, because there was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if Ghost Sheng on the other side was already a dead man.

Then the force in his hand slowly increased, and Ghost Sheng felt an invisible big hand pinching his neck, and then clasped the spiritual veins and veins of his whole body, making it impossible for him to exert his spiritual power.

Oni Sheng began to feel difficult to breathe, and his face turned red.

Ji Ge was still indifferent to this appearance of Ghost Sheng, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all, of course, he really didn't care about it now.

Li Changgeng, who was far away, had already dispersed the three-headed and six-armed body refining divine power at this moment, his face was pale and his spiritual power was weak, but he was barely able to stand in the sky.

Li Dutong, the Wei martial artist, looked at the white-robed back with a surprised face, his eyes widened for a long time, and he couldn't say a word.

Li Changgeng, who had already recovered his senses, could never have imagined that one day he would be able to see a young monk who had not even set foot in the Creation Realm, and be able to hold in his hands a Qi cultivation powerhouse who had three turns in the Futu Realm, and the latter would be arbitrarily manipulated by the former like a child.

But now this scene is really happening in front of his eyes.

Even after many years, Li Changgeng, who has become the head of the Li family who has inherited the unification and become the head of the Li family, is still fascinated when he recalls today's scene, yes, he is fascinated.

What Ji Ge left the deepest impression on him was not to protect their group of robed brothers in front of thousands of troops with his broken body, nor to use his last wisp of strength to climb to the towering head of the Hangu Soldier Town and then pull down the Qianmo General Flag, let alone when he received the golden edict that was enough to attract the attention of people in the world.

It's in the moment.

The kind of transcendent sanctification when he held it in one hand as powerful as a ghost.

"Let me go..."Ghost Sheng's voice was hoarse, his face was pale, and his hands struggled.

Ji Ge didn't show the slightest soft-heartedness, and turned a deaf ear to Ghost Sheng's plea for mercy.

As the palm of his hand continued to exert force, the ghost sheng of the three turns of the Futu Realm finally lost his qi and died.

Soon, though, a wisp of black smoke emerged from his body, and then disappeared between the lightning and flint.

"Can't let him escape!" Li Changgeng, who saw this scene, couldn't help but exclaim.

As long as the ghost sheng who is already the third turn of the Futu Realm escapes with a wisp of divine thought, he can come back from the dead and make a comeback, not to mention that he is still a member of the ghost clan, and he is good at this kind of tricks of reincarnation in the dirty earth.

Therefore, as long as they escape, everything today is doomed to come to naught.

Ji Ge, who heard the movement behind him, turned his head slightly, and glanced at Li Changgeng indifferently.

Li Changgeng, who was glanced at by Ji Ge, especially Li Changgeng, who had made eye contact with him, "chuckled" in his heart, because he had an illusion in his heart, which should not be human eyes at all.

Indifferent and ruthless like the way of heaven.

After seeing those eyes, now he also understands why Ghost Sheng was defeated at the hands of Chen Ge.

Ji Ge looked at the wisp of divine thought that planned to escape from the void and escape from this heaven and earth, there was no superfluous movement, just his lips moved, and a word slowly came out of his mouth.

Then the wisp of divine thought completely vanished.

"It's over. Ji Ge muttered.

Immediately, his eyes closed, and an invisible qi burst out from his body.

Li Changgeng watched the white-robed figure fall from the clouds and fall into the mortal dust.

Then, the world shattered.

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