The aura of terror permeated the enchantment in the southern area of Tongcheng, and the sound of killing in the city became thinner and thinner, which showed that there were fewer and fewer Shaohua Dream Weavers alive here.

Meng Juntong carried Meng Junsheng, who had fallen into a deep sleep, on his back and ran wildly through the streets, and more and more Shura ghost-faced people began to converge in the direction where Meng Juntong was.

Meng Juntong, who was chasing behind her, didn't care, but none of these Shura ghost-faced people who stood in front of her could survive the second round under her sword.

The martial arts heritage of the grandmaster level is fully revealed, Meng Juntong is not stingy at all with the true qi surging in his meridians like rivers and seas, every time he goes out of the sword, he pursues the ultimate sharpness, Bai Ze's sword is blessed with Bai Ze's Dao cultivation at the level of Xiao Dao Zun, and the spiritual power that was originally evenly divided on the sword armor has been condensed on Bai Ze's sword at this moment. Meng Juntong is pursuing the ultimate way of killing at the moment, and there is no longer such a high demand for defense, and Bai Zejia's greatest blessing of spiritual power now is in Meng Juntong's speed.

Speeding all the way, unstoppable, Meng Juntong no longer remembered how many Shura ghost-faced people he had smashed, and some were just stumps and broken arms that were splashed everywhere on both sides of the street behind him.

Meng Juntong had no distractions to rush to kill, the master of the grandmaster, a thousand miles of wind, is a sword to kill to the exhaustion, only need to change another breath, you can continue to kill, once in the great master of the Wei State, the swordsman is a hundred miles of disease, guarding the border for the country, painting the ground as a prison, fighting to the death with the enemy for three days, killing the enemy army into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, still able to swallow a hundred zhang of sword qi, with one person to defend a city, until the meridians burst and die.

"My lord, that woman is too strong, we can't stop her. ”

On a small lookout in the distance, a burly figure in armor was kneeling in front of the stage, trembling and reporting to the figure on the lookout.

"If you can't stop it, you can't stop it, I didn't think about completing the customs here. A feminine man's voice came down from the lookout.

The man in armor breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but before he could get up, a spur suddenly protruded from the ground in front of him and plunged directly into the face of the man in armor, and the head exploded to pieces in an instant.

"But your waste materials are unforgivable, and I don't raise wine bags and rice bags in Huangquan Dao. ”

These words made the other ghost generals who were also standing under the lookout similar to the armored man's outfit and of equal rank shudder.

"Go and arrange it, I want Meng Juntong to see those Shaohua people being killed in front of her, as for the means, you figure it out for yourself, the more cruel the better, today's demon seed, I have to bury her in her heart what she says." ”

"My subordinates understand, so let's do it. "Several ghost generals have to withdraw as if they are fleeing for their lives, even if they are already ghosts, but when they meet the master in front of them, they still have the horror and fear that ordinary people have when they see ghosts.

Who doesn't know that among the ten handsomes of the Huangquan Dao Hades, this blood Jia Luo is the most cruel and cold-blooded.

With a snap, the white bone fan in Xuejialuo's hand unfolded, the fan surface was superimposed and stitched together by multiple human skins, and the top side was painted with blood one after another eerie patterns, and the other side was extremely delicate and painted with small paintings, if you look closely, it must be able to make people creepy, it is actually countless kinds of torture recorded in hell on earth.

"Your Excellency. "There is only one person who does not have that fear of Xuejialuo, this person is Xuejialuo's confidant and favorite general, named Cao Tong, now he is not a person in Huangquan Dao, he is considered a human monk, he was accepted as a disciple by Xuejialuo in his early years, and now he is already an evil cultivator.

"Hmm," Xuejialuo's fingers lightly rubbed the fan of the human skin and white bone fan in his hand: "Meng Juntong's growth rate is higher than we imagined, those wastes can't be done, you go and help them." "Yunxuan Pavilion

Cao Tong surrendered his promise and slowly retreated into the darkness.

Meng Juntong had already come to the vicinity of the cellar where Shaohua Dream Weaver was imprisoned at this moment.

There are corpses everywhere, and most of them are the bones of Shaohua people. Who would have thought that the Dream Weavers, who were originally few in number, would be gathered together to carry out such a large-scale massacre.

Meng Juntong's spiritual power has locked onto the area where the Dream Weaver is being held, and there is still a strong spiritual power fluctuation at this moment, this is Shaohua's Dream Weaver fighting against this massacre in his own way.

"Faster, faster. Meng Juntong faintly felt that danger was approaching.

One step, two steps, three steps, seeing that the kiln had appeared in front of her, just when she was about to sweep over and cut open the door of the kiln with a sword, suddenly there was a violent explosion sound underground, and then the whole land seemed to be lifted upside down, and Meng Juntong's body jumped in the air and was directly blown out by the unknown impact force dozens of feet away.

The flying stones and sand in the sky were scattered everywhere, and Meng Juntong's body, including his face, was scratched by the splashing flying stones.

But the pain could no longer be noticed by her, because the explosion just now had taken the lives of all the dreamweavers in the cellar.

Meng Juntong trembled all over, and knelt down in front of the ruins as soon as his sword body became weak.

Those enemies clearly let themselves see this scene with their own eyes, and the remaining Shaohua Dream Weaver is a hammer that slams into her Dao heart.

Just when Meng Juntong was sad and angry, a white shadow swept past behind her, and Meng Juntong, who was still in a state of extreme vigilance, didn't say a word, turned around and stabbed out with a sword.

There was a clang, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

A white-clothed figure was knocked out by Meng Juntong's sword and flew out more than ten steps, Meng Juntong got up and raised her sword, ready to fight again, but when she looked up at the figure, her fingers loosened, and she almost didn't drop the Bai Ze sword in her hand to the ground.

"Liu Baicong!"

The young man in front of him is dressed in white, with a jade crown, a delicate costume, a scholarly appearance, his eyebrows and eyes are all clear, and he carries a sword with one hand, which is quite the style of a Confucian general.

When this familiar pair of facial features appeared in front of her again, Meng Juntong felt that her heart was hanging upside down, and she tried her best to control herself to stand firmly, but her head was dizzy.

originally thought that she would have to wait until the Shaohua Tribulation was resolved before she had a chance to see someone again, but now she stood in front of her like this, coupled with the previous grief and anger in her heart, Meng Juntong felt that her eyes were darkening, and for the first time, she felt that her head could no longer think about what it was like.

And at this moment, that Liu Baicong, raised his hand, raised his sword, stepped towards Meng Juntong, and stabbed at him.