Outside Shangluo City, after a burst of chickens and dogs, it gradually returned to calm.

Sima Er's figure fell, and there were awe-inspiring eyes all around, and his robe flew and fell on the side of Yang Xi, who had a calm face.

He asked, "Is Your Highness okay?"

Yang Xi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's just a little young." ”

Sima Er glanced at the frightened Su Xiaojie, and secretly said, "Who is coming?"

Su Xiaojie's eyes showed a hint of fear, deliberately avoided Sima Er's gaze, and quietly said: "The demon clan is coming!"

Sima Er's eyes flashed, and the demon clan came.

It seems that this Yang Xi really has a big secret.

He looked around, and the eyes of the cavalry generals were either vigilant, relaxed, or uncertain.

He said to Yang Xiyan, "Your Highness, can you see who it is?"

Yang Xi shook his head and said, "A fleeting shadow suddenly struck, making it impossible to guard against it. ”

He glanced at Sima Er and said slowly: "But Yang is fine, and the Taoist doesn't have to make a big move." ”

Sima Er nodded slightly, but suddenly felt a surprise in his heart.

Listening to what Su Xiaojie said, behind Yang Xi stood a certain highness of Songjing City, the Eastern Wilderness Golden Immortal Kingdom, and a certain force of the Nanmang Demon Clan.

Why was he suddenly attacked and killed by the demon clan today?

Could it be that the demon clan is infighting? Or maybe Su Xiaojie lied?

Sima Er's heart suddenly moved, and today's Su Xiaojie seemed to be different from before.

However, before Sima Er could think deeply, a huge qi machine suddenly appeared in the sky above Shangluo City.

His face changed slightly, and his figure suddenly jumped high and fell backwards at the same time.

And the thousands of Xuanjia heavy riders below were affected by the two mighty qi machines, falling like waves and becoming a mess.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe Beigong Qing above the upper Luocheng Tower waved his hand.

The tall and majestic city gate below suddenly opened, and the rumbling sound resounded between heaven and earth.

A full 3,000 red bronze armored heavy cavalry suddenly slaughtered and went straight to Yang Xi's army.

At this time, the Xuanjia heavy cavalry formation was in great trouble and tended to collapse.

A calm cheer rang out: "The whole army, array!"

The sound was grand and mighty, and it spread, and the chaos of the Quartet's Xuanjia heavy cavalry was closed, and then one after another roared and shouted.

Shaoqing, a hundred miles away from Upper Los Angeles, thousands of feet in the sky, the two breaths were entangled, and they bombarded each other several times.

One is dominated by green and red light, and there seems to be sword qi all over the body, and the radius is as if it is closed by the spirit curtain, all of which are held by that ethereal figure.

The person opposite him seemed to be red, but there were nine hundred and eighty-one jet-black shadows around him.

Looking at its breath, it is comparable to a half-step yuan baby.

The green red sword is naturally Sima Er, and the red figure is the one who just sneaked attack.

Sima Er squinted slightly, and when the existence opposite him came to attack, he clearly felt that it was the crimson figure, but he was injured by a certain inky black shadow.

He said to himself: "Avoid the real and turn the false."

The crimson figure is just a front to attract attention and attention, and those inky black shadows are its real body!

But there are eighty-one ink-black shadows, and naturally not every one of them is a real body.

Sima Er squinted slightly, and said slowly: "Dao friendly means."

Under the circumstance of avoiding reality and turning fiction into fiction, there are still nearly 100 ink shadow 'clones', and the cunning of the other party can be seen.

Nearly eighty doppelgangers on the opposite side opened their mouths in unison, and there was a burst of chuckles, "Daoyou is the real person who doesn't show up, and the old man has not been able to find out where Daoyou's true body is hiding, admire!"

At this time, Sima Er suddenly felt a wave of discomfort in his body, and he glanced at the opening in his chest, which was three inches long, hideous and terrifying.

However, the strange thing is that there is no scarlet blood flowing out of such a narrow wound, and even Sima Er's breath has not landed at all.

He raised his eyes and looked ahead, his gaze was flat, "But the Demon Clan's Daoist?"

More than eighty figures opened their mouths in unison, but Sima Er knew that only one of the eighty-one ink-black figures had a real body, and the rest of the existences were all illusory.

"If the Taoist friend reveals where his true body is, the old man will tell the truth, how about it?"

Sima Er smiled lightly, a gloomy light appeared in his eyes, and his momentum exploded instantly.

He pointed at the other party's more than eighty ink shadows.

Suddenly, the world was turned upside down, and thousands of miles of inspiration came together.

If someone looks down from a high altitude, they can find that with Sima Er as the center, spiritual opportunities from all directions are flocking together.

The momentum is crazy and surging.

However, with his breathing skills, the spirit filled Sima Er's side within a thousand feet.

At the same time, around it, sword blades like white light flashed out quickly, as fast as lightning and like thunder.

Bursts of whistling sounds like thunder in the sky came out, as if the gods were angry, and Biyu in all directions was shaken.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and after Sima Erling Sword Domain was opened, all the square and thousands of feet were shrouded in formless and substantial sword qi.

This is the first time that his Spirit Infant True Body has fully used the Spirit Sword Domain, and it is also the strongest opponent he has encountered since his debut as Sima Yuan True Infant.

The one on the other side has unknown combat power, but his cultivation is a real Yuanying master!

When Sima Er's combat strength was at full strength, the more than eighty ink shadows on the opposite side also did not sit still.

I saw that after his life snorted coldly, the surrounding fog immediately spread.

Its eighty ink shadows not only did not escape outward, but gathered together and submerged into the place where the ink was most intense.

As the ink shadow continued to fill, the breath inside became more and more huge, but the breathing kung fu reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

It wasn't until three breaths later that a rumbling sound suddenly sounded.

In addition, in Sima Er's pupils shrank, a peak momentum comparable to the late Yuan Infant period erupted.

Suddenly, thousands of spiritual machines turned together, and together with Sima Er, they divided the aura of heaven and earth, and took charge of the Quartet.

At this moment, the siege battle below is in full swing, and the Yuan Infant Fighting Method in the sky is endless.

Before long, after the two qi mechanisms dominated the entire heaven and earth, Sima Er raised a long roar, and a three-foot green front immediately rushed out.

After drawing an arc in the air, he carried thousands of sword rays and headed straight for the huge qi machine.

The three-foot sword was like a dragon's head, and the sword qi behind him that gradually condensed into substance covered the 'stegosaurus' body like scales.

There seemed to be a dragon's groan in the air, and the sound turned into waves, advancing layer by layer, constantly moving forward.

Stegosaurus was huge, ten feet long, and its aura was huge, comparable to the late Yuan Infant period.

Sima Er's eyes were blazing, and his figure jumped suddenly, and his figure fell on the top of the sword dragon's head.

At this moment, Sima Er's cultivation was fully opened, and his mana poured out without reservation, pouring into the stegosaurus under his feet.

He stood with his hands in his hands, staring coldly at the existence of the rolling ink mist in front of him.

At this time, when Sima Yuan's eyelids jumped, two Optimus tentacles pierced the ink mist, and a reckless bison head slowly stretched out.

Then a huge body about more than 100 zhang tall slowly emerged in Sima Er's eyes, like a desolate beast god standing proudly between heaven and earth.

With a bull's head on his shoulders, thick arms, a huge body like a mountain, huge pupils the size of a millstone glowing with red blood, and two bottomless nostrils erupted from the fiery fire at all times, making the soul burn.

After such a scene was revealed, Sima Er's eyes were calm, when the original deity was fighting in the three states of the Western Underworld, there were not a few Yuan Babies who had been killed in the later stages, and even the half-step spirit gods had been fought against, how could they be frightened away by this bluffing bull demon.

Sima Er, who stood proudly on top of the stegosaurus, not only did he not stop at all, but when he looked up, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

In an instant, the stegosaurus roared in the sky, and the bull demon figure roared angrily, and immediately smashed it down with a fist.

The rumbling sound ran through all directions, and a huge collision shock wave quickly swung out, and the spiritual mist in all directions was torn apart.

A moment later, a dull pain sounded, and it turned into a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

Such a shocking fluctuation naturally alarmed the two warring sides in Upper Los Angeles below, but at this time, the siege battle had already reached a fever pitch, and there was no time to take into account the fluctuations from above.

Arrows flew and corpses littered the walls, or they were killed by arrows, slashed with axes and knives, or flattened by heavy armor, and became deformed.

Outside the city walls, there were rivers of blood, and streams of blood were gurgling in all directions, and hundreds of corpses of armor soldiers were dragged away and stacked, or thrown directly under the moat outside Shangluo City, filling the ravines and canals.

And in the place next to the city wall, the corpses are piled up, and at a cursory glance, there are three thousand

Number.

Among them, the black armor is the majority, and the Xuanjia is less.

But such a tragic situation is still chilling and miserable.

The battlefield was filled with roars and curses and whiplashes, iron hooves slammed into the ground, and the sound of rumbles, vibrations, and the neighing of fiery horses was incessant.

But none of this was as loud as the deafening roars, the rushing kills, and the thuds of the soldiers.

As the Overseer shuttled back and forth, the heads of those who hesitated, timid, and retreated fell to the ground, and the madness of this battle had already climbed.

Everyone is bloodthirsty and fierce, and there is wolf smoke and fire everywhere.

I don't know how long it has been, and a painful sound that shook the entire busy Upper Los Angeles City was heard above the sky.

They raised their heads in unison, and then saw a huge body descending from the sky, and immediately under the horror of everyone, the huge figure instantly shrunk, and fled away with lightning speed, and even Beigong Qing didn't have time to say hello.

When their faces were shocked and they didn't have time to escape, a burst of sword light sprinkled down from a thousand feet in the sky, slashing fiercely on the huge body.

After a reluctant roar from the sky, he saw that the majestic body like a giant spirit god exploded with a bang, turning into thousands of flesh and blood scattered and falling.

Without waiting for these flesh and blood to hit the ground, a huge net-like sword light in the sky suddenly converged, as if there was a huge suction, intending to collect thousands of flesh and blood into the sword net.

Immediately, a burst of sword light sounded, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, the flesh and blood gathered again and turned into a human form.

After glancing up hatefully, it resolutely exploded to itself.

There was a loud bang.

Thousands of houses were destroyed below, and the soldiers of the common people were killed and wounded, screaming again and again.

After a while, after the dust settled, there was no trace in the field, and I don't know whether it was completely wiped out or fled.

And the most shocking and unbelievable thing is not these ordinary people who have long been frightened, but the middle-aged scribe Beigongqing who is standing proudly on the city wall and is winning!

His eyes were shocked, his eyes were glazed, and he muttered to himself: "It is difficult to stop this person in the late Yuan Infant period, where is he sacred?"

At this time, a bland word sounded in his ears, "It's just a cultivator."

He immediately fell into a cold cellar, his whole body was cold, and he instantly stiffened.

Beigong Qing slowly turned sideways, looking at the young figure that was gently falling, the corners of his mouth were bitter, "Why should the seniors have trouble with my Beigong clan?"

Sima Er coughed, and a mouthful of blood overflowed.

After a flash of light, the blood was expelled.

He opened his mouth and inhaled, and the spiritual opportunity within a radius of a hundred miles suddenly surged.

In the first battle, Sima Er's full strength failed to completely leave the bull demon and let it escape.

Beigong Qing trembled all over and didn't dare to say more.

Sima Er gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and turned his head to look at Beigong Qing, "It's not that I can't get along with you, but that your Beigong family is blocking my way." ”

Beigong Qing was silent.

Sima Er asked, "Tell me, who is this sacred?"

Beigong Qing was silent, looked at Sima Er with complicated eyes, and only after a moment did he sigh lightly: "That one from the Bull Demon King clan of the Southern Barbarian Ancestor Shenshan came to my Qingsong to loot in the past, and was captured by my Beigong family, and has been detained until now. ”

He glanced at Sima Er and whispered, "The clan has traded with him this time, and if they can get rid of their seniors, they will let him go." ”

Sima Er's expression was strange, and he glanced at Beigong Qing, "Little Jin Dan, dare to make a deal with the Yuanying Great Demon, aren't you afraid that he will regret it temporarily?"

Beigong Qing smiled bitterly, "The younger generation naturally doesn't dare to control the Yuanying Great Demon, but the clan has its own secret art to control it." ”

Sima Eryu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Beigong Qing.

He spread his hands, "The seniors misunderstood, that secret technique has always been controlled by the patriarch, how can Beigong be qualified to know." If the predecessors don't believe it, they can search for souls. ”

Sima Yuan was noncommittal, waved his hand, "That's it."

At this time, the Xuanjia heavy cavalry gradually covered, half of the city wall, and many people had already rushed to the city tower, like ants to eat away at Shangluo City.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Beigong Qing suddenly raised his head, and said with burning eyes: "If the seniors have any requirements, just come, my Beigong clan will try my best to meet the seniors!"