The tower collapsed into ruins.

An invisible wall of air blocks the earth, stone, bricks and wood from scattering and splashing and hurting onlookers.

But even so, at the moment when the tower collapsed, countless people were still frightened and couldn't help but retreat, and some people who stood on a high place to watch fell directly from above.

When the astonishing scene had subsided, the crowd looked at the city again.

Xue Zhi, who was holding a wide slashing saber, stood on the straight road calmly again, quietly looking at the collapsed ruins.

The sword light that fell from the sky just now seemed to have slashed into everyone's minds, and it was unforgettable.

This time, no one dared to despise this great general anymore, and all the blandness was regarded as the immobility of the Yuanyu Mountain.

Nearly ninety percent of the people who stand inside and outside the city are people who have not broken through the mysteries, that is, the ** mortal womb that cultivators say. A large part of them have only heard that there are immortals in the world, but they have never really seen or even witnessed the gods fighting.

Countless people who have never broken through the mystical realm have used countless talismans, and they can also cause extremely strange and powerful effects. But being good at things and relying on external forces is always the only way to rely on external forces, and there are very few people who really rely on their own strength to create such power.

And now, the living land immortals are standing at the head of the city above.

Terrifying, and powerful.

Xue Zhi's figure made countless people look up, but no one would despise the Saint Master who was fighting against him.

After all, before the terrifying sword light fell, the hundred zhang Changhong pulled up by the sword light was also amazing.

The two people above, to the countless people below, are both strong men to look up to, even if they are defeated saint masters, they are still existences that they can't touch.

There are winners and losers, but the strong are stronger.

At this point in the battle, it is clear that the winner has been decided.

Although the battle was short-lived, everyone felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Some people are already preparing to leave.

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The few people who came to the top of the mountain to watch the battle were all silent.

The old eunuch was shocked by the strength of these two people, and he thought that if he fought with either of them, he would not be able to win, and he was very likely to lose in an instant.

The embroidered raccoon has strange eyes.

She fought with the young man in white, and with her strength comparable to the Jindan Realm, not only did she not take advantage of it at all, but she suffered a big loss. It's just that to her surprise, until now, she hasn't seen that person, using the killing weapon that made her suffer a lot.

Ji Wu was shocked, the sight in front of him was really a fight between immortals, unheard of, unseen.

At this moment, he finally understood that Xue Zhi's destruction of the city and the country was not a fluke. But he didn't feel inferior at all at this time, and even the throne was threatened, on the contrary, after seeing the strength of these two people, his heart suddenly became excited.

With such a person, the ambition in his heart is finally no longer out of reach.

Ji Wu exhaled heavily, turned back to the old eunuch and said solemnly: "Immediately arrange a doctor, no matter what medicinal materials, as long as they can be found, they will cure the Holy Master for me at all costs!"

The old eunuch was stunned, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to speak.

Ji Wu immediately frowned slightly.

"Your Majesty thinks this is the end?" Chen Songfeng chuckled softly.

Ji Wu was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Otherwise?"

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The third floor of the Huiyuan Building.

Yuan Tai held a white porcelain wine jug between his two fingers, leaned on a large chair without a statue, looked at the basin of water on the table in front of him, shook his head and sighed

In the basin on the tabletop, the image of the ruins of a castle tower appears on the water.

The shopkeeper of the Huiyuan Pavilion sighed deeply helplessly.

Hearing this voice, Yuantai was about to take a sip of wine, turned his head to look at the shopkeeper, and said in surprise: "What do you mean by sighing?"

The shopkeeper said softly: "The defeat of Master Ning will naturally make our disciples sigh when they return to Yuanshan." Xue Zhi, after all, is still too strong. ”

After saying this, he immediately remembered that the other party also sighed just now, and asked, "The old gentleman sighed just now, could it be that he also felt sorry for Master Ning?"

As soon as Yuantai poured a sip of wine, he immediately squirted out and sprinkled it in the basin on the table.

He moved his buttocks, wiped the wine from his mouth, and said with a dumb smile: "Sorry?!"

Yuan Tai seemed to hear a great cold joke, "Do you think my young master will lose so quickly?"

The shopkeeper's eyes swept over the image of the rippling ruins of the basin, and he wondered, "Isn't it?!"

It's all like this, is there any surprise?

Yuan Tai smiled strangely and said: "This young master of our family, he has a lot of thoughts and things to be steady, he fights, he never fights hard, and he plays tricks, which can make people angry." To say that it sounds good, it is called planning and then acting, and in the words of scolding my turtle grandson, it is that Yan'er is bad, and there is no good goods in his stomach. ”

Speaking of this, Yuantai seemed to remember some bad experience, and took a big sip of wine angrily.

The shopkeeper pinched his fingers, uncertain.

Yuan Tai looked at the image in the water basin, spit out wine, and said with some schadenfreude: "This General Xue Zhi, if you are thinking like this now, his old face will have to be pressed on the head of the city and rubbed it repeatedly." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stood up on the image of the ruins in the basin.

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Near the eastern city wall, everyone looked at the ruins that had been silent for a long time, and gradually prepared to leave.

Xue Zhi's silkworm-like thick eyebrows on the straight road at the head of the city moved slightly, the long knife he held loosely, and the sword was pointed on the floor tiles.

The knife just now, according to the strength of the Iron Bone Realm, he didn't have any strength.

So he knew very well what was going to happen after that slash.

If you are not prepared, you will have to lie in bed for ten days and a half if you don't die. If you want to recover, at least half a year to lay the foundation, this is still the situation of a large number of spiritual herbs.

After all, sword cultivation can be regarded as a qi practitioner, no matter how strong his physique is, he is not much stronger, far worse than the grandmaster martial arts, and even worse than the military cultivation of copper skin, iron bones and golden body.

I hope this knife can teach him a lesson.

Xue Zhi thought.

However, at this moment, a cough suddenly came from the silent ruins.

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly audible in the quiet city.

Ning Baifeng, who was holding the bamboo hat in his hand, stood up slowly, with no surprise or joy on his face, but his eyes were bright.

After the sword light disintegrated, the surface of the bamboo hat was unharmed.

The corners of Ning Baifeng's mouth rose slightly.

Lifting the sword in his hand as if using a feather duster, he slapped the dust on the hat in his left hand, and then clasped it on top of his head with his backhand.

With a slight cough again, Ning Baifeng took off the wine jug on his waist with his left hand, raised his head and took a sip, and let out a long sigh.

"Let General Xue wait for a long time. ”

He looked at Xue Zhi and raised the wine jug in his hand with a smile, "Do you want to take a sip?"

Xue Zhi frowned slightly, "This is begging for mercy?"

Ning Baifeng was stunned for a moment, and then gave Xue Zhi a thumbs up, "I have to admit that General Xue is not only capable, but also not weak in his ability to tell jokes, so let's still do it."

Hurry up and finish the fight, and then go back to their respective homes. ”

In fact, when it comes to fighting, Ning Baifeng is not a person who likes to talk a lot. At this time, he will say so much, just because he has a rough assessment of this defensive magic weapon, and he is happy in his heart. The second is that the two are not mortal enemies, they don't need to fight for their lives, and even winning or losing doesn't matter to him.

Such a fight is very pleasant, and it doesn't hurt to say a few more words.

Xue Zhi was very calm and re-grasped the battle knife in his hand.

Ning Baifeng hung the wine jug back on his waist, and the long sword in his right hand shook a sword flower.

His body suddenly burst up, moving like a rabbit, dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye, a move to intercept the waist and slash, the sword painting moved like a crescent moon, and slashed heavily on the phantom of the giant shield that appeared at first glance.

Between the loud sound of the sword and shield colliding, Xue Zhi heard it clearly, and the young man on the opposite side spit out a word from his mouth.

"Broken!"

A cold light flew from the place where the two had fought before, and appeared behind Xue Zhi in a breath, stabbing straight at the back of Xue Zhi's head with an extremely sharp edge.

At the last moment, Xue Zhi tilted his head slightly.

The cold glow brushed against his earlobe, splashing sparkling sparks.

**Rubbing against the flying sword, there will be sparks, which is really unbelievable.

Ning Baifeng had heard that the soldiers had iron bodies, but he had never seen them, and Xue Zhi's scene at this time was an eye-opener for him.

The cold light swept by, the speed did not decrease, and it attacked directly around the arc.

At the moment when the cold light brushed his ears, Xue Zhi swung his knife and slashed again without any scruples.

Ning Baifeng had already retreated with one blow at this time, and his figure appeared a few zhang away, and the sword technique in his left hand was provoked.

After experiencing the sudden attack just now, Xue Zhi had already been prepared, or he was already estimating from the beginning, whether the other party had a natal flying sword, even if he didn't, with his identity in the Sword Sect, there should be such a thing as a flying sword outside his body, so he had always been very vigilant, and he was wary of the situation just now.

He strode forward heavily, stomped his feet, and within arm's reach, four huge shield phantoms lit up and swirled around him.

The cold mang, who drew an arc to attack, hit the shield shadow with a ding, and bounced out.

Ning Baifeng, who was standing in the distance, kept his sword in his left hand.

The flying sword pulled up the silk thread and continued to cut and pierce around Xue Zhi, who was wrapped in the shield shadow.

In the blink of an eye, Xue Zhi was shrouded in countless silver silk threads, and the tinkling sound was as dense as a torrential rain, endlessly.

The people fighting outside the city walls looked at the rapidly changing battlefield at the head of the city and were directly stunned.

Some people who knew the goods, looking at the silver silk thread around Xue Zhi's body, had already guessed that it was a flying sword. The reason why the silk threads are dense is only because the speed of the flying sword is too fast.

At a certain moment, Xue Zhi, who was trapped by the flying sword, suddenly waved the long knife in his hand.

There was a thud.

The silk threads around him stopped abruptly, and a wisp of cold light flew out directly.

Ning Baifeng's left hand sword technique was immediately dispersed by an invisible force, but in an instant, he raised his hand and grabbed it in the direction where Han Mang was knocked away.

Almost instantly, the cold light swept back again.

However, Xue Zhi waved his left hand at this time, and a black light flew out, enveloping the cold light.

Ning Baifeng's control was cut off in an instant.

The black light was immediately revealed, but it was a jet-black iron shield on all sides, constantly rotating around the cold light.

Such a scene is as cold as a fish in a barrel, and like a bird in a cage.

No matter how the flying swords inside clashed, they could never rush out.

Xue Zhi looked at the young man in the distance, expressionless.

The strongest means of sword cultivation has been controlled, what else can you do?!