The breeze is slowly rising, the piece of embroidery is heavy, separating the heavy sky, the falling flowers are falling, and the line is thousands of miles.

The smoke was lit, the vigorous pace moved again, and the sound of war drums shook the sky and kicked up a cloud of dust. The young man let out a long roar, flipped upside down in the air, and Changhong, who was holding the sword, suddenly turned into countless lights and shadows, and when several people sprinkled on the top of their heads. A sword broke open, and it was the handsome face of the young man, and the sleepy shadow, straight into the army, fearless.

Close to hand, a touch of imminent. The youthful spirit is nine heavens, and a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand is constantly chopping, stabbing, picking, plucking, piercing, chopping, and chopping...... When he bends down, when he turns his head, how many life and death situations are avoided by him. The frost sword groaned, shaking the weapons in the hands of the soldiers, and one by one the figures wearing open armor were picked up and flew into the sky, people turned on their backs, and the fear of life and death was covered in the hearts of the soldiers.

Blood stained the young man's face red again, his long hair spread out, and the sword light was myriad, like a shadow. The earth and rocks on the ground collapsed, shaking countless grasses and killing all over the ground, and swept towards Xue Pingzhi in the blue sky during the day.

More and more soldiers gathered around. Holding the sword in both hands, Li Wangchen locked his eyebrows fiercely, and bowed forward. The sword light faintly turned into a silk thread like water, and the silk thread cut into the shield in the hand of the shield-wielding soldier. I saw that the shield shattered, and the soldier's body was like duckweed chasing water, knocking dozens of people behind him into the air, before falling to the ground, spurting blood from his mouth.

And Li Wangchen found a flaw, took advantage of the weakness to enter, and the speed of the sword was so fast that it was like the wind swept a trace of coldness and cooled somewhere in his arms. When he had already dodged away, and when he looked again, a stream of blood spurted from his shoulder, and the pain was picked up. One person and one sword, in this mass of ten thousand troops, kept approaching Xue Pingzhi.

Today, Li Wangchen and Luo Yu fought against Xue Ping's 100,000 elite soldiers with the strength of the two, regardless of success or failure, the two of them will be famous all over the world after this battle.

"Good fellow, see how long you can struggle!"

Xue Pingzhi shouted violently, raised his hand and ordered, and in the center of the shield that was attacking with a shield, he suddenly stretched out a spear several meters long and stabbed at Li Wangchen.

The young man's face showed a trace of solemnity, feeling the person who was already sleeping on his back, the sword style changed out of his hand, and countless sword shadows were summoned by him, all the way through thorns and thorns, breaking through the shocking spear, and flying up with his body in the air.

"Hoo ......"

Li Wangchen gasped for breath, and swooped down again, where the battle went, there was a burst of blood. A pride emanated from his body again, and the qi ran through Changhong, and the clouds were completely avoided. Fighting all the way to the army, laughing loudly all the way, a pair of Zhong Tiandi's spirit eyes do not contain any impurities, clear but bottomless, facing the army from afar, singing loudly: "The long night is lonely and cold, and Xiao Xiao's horse rides the city wall." The wind swept the red flag and shook the sand, and the enemy was panicked. The sword blade locked the throat and the cold light, and smiled and drank the wine horns. He is afraid that the puppet can't be killed, and the shadow rises and falls to shoot the wolf. ”

"Disgusting, disgusting!"

Ah Jiu stood upright on Li Wangchen's back, and only a small half of the place on his right shoulder was left for him to stand on, and most of the rest was actually occupied by half of Luo Yu's side face. Ah Jiu looked at the sleeping beauty with her eyes closed, and there was still a little unhappy look on her face.

I don't know if it's disgusting with Li Wangchen's words, or if it's disgusting Luo Yu's pretty face.

Anyway, Li Wangchen was paused by Ah Jiu's words. At this moment of stunnedness, a spear stabbed from behind, breaking through the sword shadow that protected Luo Yu's body, and was about to penetrate Luo Yu's back.

Li Wangchen suddenly came back to his senses, and the expression on his face had changed. Luo Yatou was seriously injured and fell into a coma for him! This made him feel very sorry, and the man who made the spear actually wanted to sneak up on the person on his back.

Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die.

Li Wangchen's eyes were as bright as water, and at that moment, a raging fire ignited. An incomparably oppressive force burst out from him in an instant, twisting his body to dodge, but his speed was too late, and when the spear missed Luo Yu's back, it still plunged into Li Wangchen's waist.

Without looking at it, Li Wangchen just raised his sword shadow and stabbed at the soldier behind him. His breath smelled of blood, and his moves turned into demonic fireworks that shattered everything, circling and spreading all the way towards the heart and lungs of the attacking soldier.

The soldier's eyes widened, and he bore the brunt of Li Wangchen's terrifying rage. He stared at the young man in horror, slowly lowered his head, and glanced at the frost sword inserted in his chest in a daze, piercing his entire heart.

Li Wangchen's hands were clenched tightly, and the blazing white light filled his fists, and at the moment when the soldier completely tilted his head down, he smashed the spear that was inserted into his waist into slag.

He was badly wounded!

How could the enemy give him a chance to breathe, and took the opportunity to shoot several spears, all of which were weapons glowing with cold light.

Li Wangchen, who was furious, gritted his teeth and threw a few punches into the air in a state where the fist in his hand was milky white and became more and more intense. Then, when he was so exhausted, he was about to fall to the ground. He tried his best to recover the Frost Sword to support his body, half-kneeling on the ground, panting, his face pale and colorless, mixed with beads of sweat sliding to the ground drop by drop!

The few punches that he threw with all his might suddenly grew larger in front of him, rubbing against the air and making a heavy, suppressed sound. The powerful force, like a big net, covered the soldiers who surrounded and killed from all directions, crushing all the way into a bloody wind and attacking into the distance. In an instant, Li Wangchen's surroundings actually left a vast territory. And all the soldiers in it have turned into stumps and broken bones, blood and water, and soldiers are broken, so they are not cruel.

He didn't care about killing innocents indiscriminately, either the 30,000 army died, or he and Luo Yu died. However, Luo Yu can't die, and Xue Pingzhi can't live!

"Ah Jiu!"

He almost used the last of his strength to shout at Ah Jiu on his shoulder. On his body, the enemy stabbed many deep and shallow wounds, some of which had scabbed over, and some of which were still bubbling with blood. He gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and with the angry eyes of both sides, he projected a fine and seamless line of blood under his eyes.

Ah Jiu stood on Li Wangchen's shoulder, and nodded his head solemnly at this moment, only to see that his hands were stretched out, and the cyan light bloomed between Li Wangchen's eyebrows, flowing to his whole body, quickly recovering Li Wangchen's tired body.

Li Wangchen only felt that he was wandering in a comfortable dreamland, and the hairs on his whole body stretched out, welcoming the immortal qi released by Ah Jiu's hands, and quickly recovering the Dao power of his body. It didn't take him a few breaths to stand up with the Frost Sword. His hair was so disheveled, and his clothes were still so untidy, but he no longer seemed to be sloppy or weak! The wounds healed, the scars fell off, and his face was ruddy and full of spirit. Like a giant who left the world to be independent, standing on this miserable battlefield, his sharp eyes passed through the still dense army, and at a glance he saw Xue Pingzhi who was extremely shocked on the chariot, shooting out a murderous light.

"Li Wangchen, I have another surprise for you!"

Ah Jiu covered his mouth and smiled, and as soon as he turned into a piece of cyan armor, covering Li Wangchen's body, under the reflection of the big sun, exuding a hazy divine light.

In the morning light, Li Wangchen's thick eyebrows rose slightly rebelly, and under the long and slightly curled eyelashes, the dark black pupils actually glowed with a slight dark purple, which appeared even deeper, and the cold light in his eyes flickered to add a bit of indifference. The high bridge of the nose and the well-defined lips make people strong and somewhat charming. The figure is tall and slender, wearing this set of cyan armor, majestic and dignified, and he is a good man. It seems that the immortals who landed in the nine days have been left behind in the mortal dust, but the arrogant look and outstanding dusty temperament have been comparable to ordinary people.

With a hint of excitement on his face, he stretched his legs, moved his hands again, and moved his body briefly, and found that this set of armor was covered on his body, not only did he not have a trace of weight, but his body was as light as a swallow, and the strength in his hand was much stronger, and he couldn't help but show a shocked look, and asked excitedly: "Is this ...... Armor, how can you have this magic skill?"

Li Wangchen obviously felt that his voice was trembling, and it was an extremely excited and exciting mood.

Ah Jiu's proud voice came from Li Wangchen's body, looking so careless, and said leisurely: "I have already spied a trace of the Heavenly Dao, so naturally I can change the shape at will! Thou shalt go forward with courage, and take the head of a man from among the hosts, as if thou shalt a bag. With me, you're invincible!"

"What? Are you bragging again? Little Ah Jiu, you are deceiving my feelings!"

Li Wuchen was naturally overjoyed, but when he heard Ah Jiu's unscrupulous words, he still shook his head in disbelief. But his hand dishonestly stroked the soft armor on his chest, as if it was caressing a ball of cotton wool, as soft as a cloud in the sky.

He was a little incredulous, and the expression on his face retracted after a brief moment of joy, for a doubt appeared in his mind. glanced sideways at Luo Yu, and asked Ah Jiu seriously: "If you are so powerful, why did you watch me being killed in the previous life and do nothing!"

When Ah Jiu heard this, he seemed to be very disdainful of Li Wangchen's unqualified words, but he still patiently explained: "Ten thousand years ago, I didn't really fuse with Wen Cangtian, so he lost to Shui Ling'er and died. Ten thousand years later, I have a glimpse of the heavens, looking for you as the second generation of guardians of the forbidden gate in the sense of principle. It's just a pity that I still can't merge with you. The death of your last life is your fate, because, above is the Heavenly Dao, the curse that all the guardians of the Forbidden Gate will suffer. Fortunately, this girl went against the sky and finally found a way to protect you. Let you be reincarnated and reincarnate, and you have broken the way of heaven. Li Wuchen, you are the real first-generation guardian of the Forbidden Gate, you have to remember that your biggest enemy is not Shui Ling'er, but Heavenly Dao! You are weak now, when you grow up, I will tell you one by one, what your true mission is!"

After Ah Jiu whispered this, he immediately quieted down, no one knew that its spirit body was covered on Li Wangchen's body, and it was looking up at the sky, very scared, for fear of being discovered, and tried to restrain its breath.

When Li Wangchen heard this, he raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the sky, revealing a strange look.

"Ah Jiu, thank you, we are partners, we shouldn't question you, let's fight together, cut off Xue Pingzhi's head, and avenge Brother Huang!"

Li Wangchen took a breath, grabbed the Frost Sword, and swooped away with his entire body. Wearing long hair, intertwined with Luo Yu's hair on the back, facing the wind and blowing in the air, they seem to be a natural pair!

Luo Yu's back was also covered with this magical armor, and Li Wuchen didn't need to distract himself to protect her. At this moment, one person and one sword, and a faint little girl on his body, Li Wangchen's breath was as tall as a mountain, and it was taken on the faces of Xue Pingzhi's soldiers not far away, and fell on their hearts, imprinting an indelible fear.

If you can't kill someone, are you still a human being?

Li Wuchen didn't care what they thought, a sword palm was raised, and the frost sword flew out on its own, and suddenly crossed in front of the ten thousand troops, turning into a crystal sword light, rolling the leaves and splitting the wind, silently stabbing straight in front of the soldiers holding the shield, as if to penetrate the sword of the army of ten thousand people.

The sword was fierce and powerful, cutting through the air, slashing at the shield in the hands of the trembling soldiers, and slashing at the sturdy iron hooves of the horses. Dozens of people were swept away by the power of the sword qi. Li Wangchen was solemn and calm, and moved forward calmly, no matter how bloody the killing, it didn't make him feel much bloodthirsty, thanks to the ice armor that Ah Jiu turned into, which allowed him to stay awake all the time.

The smell of blood-red permeated the dead and noisy battlefield. The wails and sword shadows that had just dissipated bloomed in the wind again, and the accumulated remnants were hideous and terrifying, and the thick aura made people almost suffocate.

After defeating the waves of attacking enemies, the enemy's morale was no longer stable, and Li Wangchen did not kill any more. He just reached out and summoned his sword, and walked forward step by step. The soldiers raised the weapons in their hands, but they were really afraid of this powerful young man who killed like a demon, trembled his hands, moved his steps, and gradually retreated.

Li Wangchen, who walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, was covered in blood, but the blood on his body was all from these soldiers. The corners of the ruddy mouth showed a very disdainful smile to the soldiers with heavy faces in front of him.

In this army of ten thousand, he fought alone and was invincible!

(I'm fighting for more than a dozen chapters in a row, and Lao Jiu is tired of writing!)