If it were someone else, Mo Duwei would have been through a hundred battles, and it would be impossible for him to be calculated like this, but Liu Xunxiang he met was a monk with different concentricities, which was equivalent to Mo Duwei's strength, and Liu Xunxiang's calculation.

"Idiot!" Captain Mo Du was angry and scolded at the four people behind him.

The four of them hurriedly changed their tactics awkwardly, and several silver chains bypassed Captain Mo Du in front of them, and met the spirit cultivator Liu Xunxiang who rushed over.

Looking at the iron chains that attacked him directly, the spiritual cultivator shook his body and went straight to the sky, and the deity on the ground took the opportunity to roar angrily: "Break the river!"

One after another, the strength of the arm rushed up from the ground, heading straight for Captain Mo and the four worshippers.

Mo Duwei wanted to catch up with the cultivator in the sky, but when he saw this, he had to stabilize his body and drink: "The big waves wash the sand!"

With his angry shout, the aura in front of him suddenly rioted, turning into blue waves, colliding with the strength of the broken river with earth-shaking momentum.

There was a monstrous loud noise, and all the people in Wanxiong Pass woke up from their dreams one after another, and almost at the moment when the loud noise was made, the outer city of Wanxiong Pass was like a wild beast that woke up, and opened its eyes.

Bursts of neat roars came from the outer city, and at the end of the sight, a group of black-pressed soldiers marched in a neat step and galloped towards the direction where Liu Xunxiang was.

Among them, there are five people in the lead, and each of them is not weaker than Liu Xunxiang's deity, and they appear at this moment, under the reflection of this dim sky, it is like overwhelming.

The four worshippers looked happy, and one of them said excitedly: "Night Swordsman Legion..."

As the ace legion of Great Qin, although the guards did not want to admit this fact, the fact was that the strength of the Night Swordsman Legion was indeed stronger than that of their guards.

At this moment, the arrival of the Night Swordsman Legion undoubtedly stabilized the hearts of the four worshippers, and even they didn't realize that in front of Liu Xunxiang, Mo Duwei of the Huadan Realm could not bring them a full sense of security.

Mo Duwei also felt the breath coming from behind, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Nosy!"

Liu Xunxiang looked at the hundreds of people who were rushing with cold eyes, took a step forward, and the Yin Fire Burning Sky Sword in his hand was instantly summoned, and he wanted to kill the five people present before those soldiers rushed over.

The Spiritual Body was his greatest secret, and he couldn't let this secret be revealed.

Mo Duwei also saw what he meant, laughed fiercely, and said, "It's exactly what I want!"

With a roar, Mo Duwei turned out a Heavenly Painting Halberd, as soon as the Heavenly Painting Halberd appeared, Liu Xunxiang suddenly frowned, and countless remnant souls were entwined on the Heavenly Painting Halberd, and there was a piercing whistling sound, which made Liu Xunxiang feel a pain in the sea, and even the aura condensed in his body almost collapsed out of control.

The cultivator above looked at this Fang Tian painting halberd, licked his lips, and said with a cruel smile: "What a treasure." ”

With three points of ridicule and seven points of indifference, Mo Duwei said, "The baby is still behind." ”

Immediately afterwards, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd carrying the monstrous killing machine was detached from Mo Duwei's hand, and the remnant soul on it turned into a black and red intersecting hideous ghost, wrapped around this Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and went straight to Liu Xunxiang on the ground at an extremely fast speed!

Where this Heavenly Painting Halberd passed, a crack appeared on the ground, and the cracked gravel exploded to both sides, Liu Xunxiang's aura agitated, and his body retreated violently, shattering the stone wall beams behind him and retreating into the distance.

At the moment when Fang Tian's halberd was taken off, Mo Duwei's figure flickered and disappeared in place, the pupils of the spiritual cultivation in the sky shrank, and he hurriedly turned around and resisted the thunderous punch.

Liu Xunxiang looked at the Fang Tian painting halberd entwined by this hideous ghost, his pupils began to become a little dilated, and the sharp howl of the ghost made a trace of blood flow down his ears.

At this moment, everything in his eyes became blurred, and the only thing he had was this rushing Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

He didn't know how many houses and buildings he had smashed, and he didn't know how far he had retreated, at this moment, his speed was extremely fast, but the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his eyes was even faster. On the way, the powerful ghost swept away and devoured all the souls of the Qin people in the places where it passed, making its own ghost body more condensed.

On the other side, Mo Duwei didn't care about these at all, he was very confident in his Fang Tian Painting Halberd, as long as this Fang Tian Painting Halberd appeared, he would definitely not look back if he didn't kill the target.

Unless the person targeted by it has an extremely strong cultivation and can shatter it alive, but a Condensation Vein Realm cultivator cannot have such conditions at all!

Yu Guang glanced at the distance between Liu Xunxiang and Fang Tian's halberd, and a thick mockery flashed in Mo Duwei's eyes, and then he rushed towards the four cultivators who were entangled by the four worshippers on the side with all his strength.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment, the soldiers in the distance were still coming towards this side at great speed, the Fang Tian painting halberd here was still closely chasing the retreating Liu Xunxiang, Liu Xunxiang's eyes were stimulated by the sharpness of the Fang Tian painting halberd, and the whole sky seemed to be darker.

The next moment, an inexplicable aura appeared in the distance, Mo Duwei turned his head suspiciously, looked at Liu Xunxiang at the pole of his eyes, and his eyebrows wrinkled into the word "Chuan".

I saw that Liu Xunxiang's eyes were extremely clear, and she murmured softly: "A sword was born from the wave of the red-clothed senior, but the wave of the predecessor has no sword in his hand, so..."

He raised his hand slightly, and the already overwhelmed sword body of the Yin Fire Burning Sky Sword suddenly shattered, but this time, Liu Xunxiang's hand did not stop, but double-fingered the sword and continued to draw.

In the eyes of Mo Duwei, the young man's calm eyes were full of madness, and the sword in his right hand had turned into powder, but he replaced it with two fingers, his two fingers exposed the white bones, and his movements did not pause at all.

Liu Xunxiang's two fingers waved lightly and casually towards Fang Tian's halberd.

This wave made Mo Duwei's eyes turn pitch black, and only that stroke, with an extremely strong light, shone that he couldn't open his eyes a little.

This wave seems to divide the world of this world, and at this moment, the people of the entire Wanxiong Pass seem to see the moment of birth in the world.

With this wave, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and at this moment, the elegance was peerless!

With this wave, many Qin people began to kneel on the ground one after another, and began to pray sincerely with their hands folded.

With a finger swipe, the white bones of Liu Xunxiang's fingers turned into bone powder and dissipated in the wind, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in front of him was also silent, quietly turning into two halves, and the fierce ghosts on it let out a miserable roar, with despair before death, with wailing and horror, with Fang Tian's painting halberd becoming two halves, it also turned into a wisp of green smoke, and it disappeared.

At the moment when the ghost dissipated, Mo Duwei's eyes became confused and empty, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, leaving bright red blood marks in his pupils, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

In order to cultivate a relationship with this ghost, he fed him with his own essence and blood day and night, took care of it, and communicated with him, in order to wait until the ghost was promoted to the ghost king, and then he devoured the ghost king, and then he could use the ghost king's powerful spiritual power and the grief in his heart to break through the shackles and achieve the transformation of the spirit.

But now, everything is ruined, and the ghost who has a deep relationship with him has not yet reached the level of the ghost king, and was forcibly killed by Liu Xunxiang, and the wail before death and the despair of thousands of hard work in vain have greatly stimulated his heart.

A sense of sorrow permeated him, and under this sorrow, he could no longer control it, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But all this is not over, Liu Xunxiang's eyes flashed with cold light, and the cultivator instantly understood, with a trace of cruelty on his face, and laughed softly: "Qingyi... Evil Pupil. ”

As soon as the words fell, the already dark night began to be like a faint ink stain, and then scarlet eyes appeared in the night.

Under this clear evil pupil, the eyes of the four Qi Induction Realm worshippers erupted with great fear, and the one with the lowest cultivation slapped his palm towards his Heavenly Spirit with a roar of rage, and the palm spirit qi erupted, shattering his own sea of consciousness and spiritual cultivation.

Immediately afterwards, the other three worshippers were also in a madness, and Zhihai blew himself up and died.

The only thing left in the field was Mo Duwei from the Huadan Realm, although he didn't go crazy and blew himself up, but from the bloodshot eyes and painful expression, it could be seen that he was suffering a great deal of pain and suffering.

Seeing the approaching black army, a trace of lust flashed in his eyes, and he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood condensed into a blood pupil in the air, and he shouted in a low voice: "The evil pupil is the second, the blood pupil, open the !!."

With this low cry, the blood pupils condensed by the blood squirmed like living creatures, and opened their eyes.

At the same moment, on his knees, Mo Duwei, who looked crazy, also suddenly opened his eyes, with madness in his eyes, and hugged his head fiercely with both hands, twisted it hard, and drops of blood fell to the ground.

At this point, this high-ranking and powerful lieutenant in Wanxiong Pass died dead.

Xiu Ling laughed miserably, turned into a little starlight, scattered in the air, and returned to Liu Xunxiang's body, Liu Xunxiang was also uncomfortable, the two fingers of his right hand disappeared, and the entire palm was only Sen Sen's white bones, which looked extremely infiltrating.

The soldiers in the distance roared over, standing on the spacious street, and looked coldly at Liu Xunxiang, the only one still standing in the field.

Liu Xunxiang looked at the five people in the lead and sighed in her heart.

Among the five people who took the lead, there were two people he knew, who were the Tianjiao disciples of the Great Sword Sect, Gu Fengyang and Yin Qingyin.

The five people looked at Liu Xunxiang in the field, and when they saw the mess and corpses in this place, they had horror in their eyes.

The entire inner city was shattered by a third, and the Right Captain's Mansion was razed to the ground.

Under the ruins of the broken wall, there are countless corpses, there are those who protect the city, there are those who are the right lieutenant of the Shifu, there are those who are enshrined, there are innocent Qin people, and there is blood all over the ground, this is the only time that Wanxiong Pass has been killed like this by a Condensation Realm monk in the past hundred years.

It was also the Condensation Pulse Realm, they thought that if they were themselves, they would have already fallen to the ground, but Liu Xunxiang in front of them killed a Du Lieutenant of the Hua Dan Realm and two worshippers of the Condensation Realm at the cost of serious injuries.

This kind of combat power made Gu Fengyang's hands tremble, but this time, it was because of fear.

Before this scene happened, he also forced Liu Xunxiang to fight with him, wanting to break his demons and wash away his humiliation through a battle, but now, his cheeks are hot, and the scene in the sword tower is like a joke.

Liu Xunxiang stood up tremblingly, and looked at the black monk and the ruins in front of him with a pair of blood-red eyes that had not completely subsided, and smiled miserably.

He knew what he was going to face after today, and this result was already doomed when he returned to Nangong City at that time.

But if he had to do it all over again, he would still have the same choice.

Yin Qingyin wanted to say something, but when she saw Liu Xunxiang's eyes, she immediately swallowed the words again.

Liu Xunxiang looked in the direction where the Black Tower was located, he knew that there was such a big disturbance here, it was impossible for Wanxiong Pass not to notice it, and now only these low-level monks came in front of him, and there was only one explanation, that is, Bai Xingtian blocked everyone for him.

The original scene appeared in front of his eyes, that night, Bai Xingtian said to him: "Those who come to kill the gods and thousands of people to ride, everyone has a secret, as long as you live up to the killing gods and thousands of people, then I will guarantee in the name of the Bai family, and the gods and thousands of people will not lose you." ”

That night was the promise he made to Bai Xingtian, and it was the promise he made with the Thousand Men of the Killing God.

Bai Xingtian didn't lie to him.

Looking at the direction of the black tower, he seemed to see the white clothes, looking at him with a smile like a spring breeze.

Under the gaze of all the soldiers and all the Qin people, this white shadow star, Wan Xiongguan Demon Cultivator, slowly bowed down.

At the beginning, he agreed to join the Thousand Riders of Killing Gods, in order to just find a strong backer, and the Thousand Riders of Killing Gods did not disappoint him, but he didn't want to kill thousands of Thousands of Riders anymore.

Outside the Black Tower in the outer city, the Tianshu cavalry general and the Hou Liuyue Mausoleum in the Guannei watched this scene and were silent.

In the Black Tower, the white son in Bai Xingtian's hand was pinched and crushed, he looked at the chessboard with a frown, and said bitterly for a long time: "Let him go." ”