King Liang left an afterimage all the way, and rushed back to the mansion in a few breaths.

Seeing the Liang Wangfu, which had become a ruin, his eyes were torn, his eyes were stained with layers of bloodshots, and he was furious. The furious true qi spread, and he waved his hand and threw a punch downward.

"Poof!"

The fist wind roared like thunder, and with a chilling killing intent, it bombarded a large array, and it turned into a broken light and dissipated.

Yan Zhen nodded with satisfaction, the immortal-level array is powerful, and the Jindan Realm cannot be broken with a single blow, but the heavenly and earthly treasures used are too precious.

Seeing that his attack had been blocked, King Liang turned his head to look at Yan Zhen and the Immortal Lord of the Lantai who were waiting quietly below. Nearly losing his mind, he threw several more punches downward.

"Poo!po!"

The fist light was also hit on the magic circle, and it failed to compete for all the skills, and everyone in the magic circle was safe. King Liang was almost so angry that he vomited blood, this fight can't be so shameless, otherwise how can he fight?

"Don't waste your efforts, old man. Today is your time of death!" Yan Ji casually waved a sword, and the sword qi was surging, like a river rushing endlessly, rushing straight to the sky.

King Liang's eyes narrowed slightly, his beard was flying, and his whole body was steaming. Now that someone has killed him and attacked the mansion, this is a great shame, how can he spare this group of guys who don't know what to do!

He put on his fist gloves, his muscles and flesh bulged, and he burst out with all his strength, swinging his fist and colliding with the sword qi.

"Boom!"

A deafening loud bang echoed above the imperial city, and the earth shook the mountains.

"What's going on, did the demons call?"

"It's horrible, what's wrong?"

"I don't know if there are any big people fighting, it's rare to see such a big fight!"

......

Tourists on the streets are chattering and chaotic. The inhabitants of the imperial city fled to their homes, and many monks who believed that their strength was still good flew into the air and watched from afar.

"Why is it him again!" Zhi Jinwu rushed from Dongcheng, and saw the short figure that made him remember it from a distance, and suddenly sweated like rain, and wanted to cry without tears.

Last time, Yan Zhen took action to destroy King Qi's Mansion, this time he wanted to destroy King Liang's Mansion as well?

This is simply the "palace breaker"!

Zhi Jinwu turned his head and rushed to the Xia Palace, he couldn't get involved in this level of battle, so he could only ask Emperor Xia to send someone to mediate.

If it is in time, maybe the Liang Wangfu can have fewer losses, otherwise there will be only one "old bachelor" left in the future. Since Marquis An Hai dared to kill the Qi Wangfu completely, then the Liang Wangfu would probably follow in the footsteps of the Qi Wangfu.

"King Liang, this king will state your guilt first, and you will die in the underground without turning a blind eye. Yan Zhen waved his sword qi, and said loudly at the same time, "You are plotting to split Linzhou, assassinating the family of Lu Linhou, the son of Emperor Xia, and even supporting Luo Yihou to raise troops to attack Linzhou, causing Linzhou's vitality to be greatly damaged. ”

"Seeing that the poison plan failed to succeed, you even personally entered Linzhou and abolished Lu Linhou. Yan Zhen's eyes were cold, and he continued to display King Liang's crimes, "A year ago, you conspired with the Wei family to send hundreds of monks to attack and kill King Xuanzhao and An Haihou, and later took the opportunity of the Kyushu Great Competition to send your heir Han Yinqi into the Tianyu realm and force An Haihou into the Jedi. How many times have you dealt with a child, you shameless old dog, can you plead guilty?"

"A bunch of nonsense!" King Liang was furious, his long hair was flying, and he said in a cold voice, "If you want to add to the crime, there is no excuse!"

"Shameless old dog, people are doing it, the sky is watching! Heaven is a good reincarnation, your retribution is coming. Yan Zhen popped out several sword qi one after another, and the sword light was like electricity, stabbing straight towards King Liang.

"Drink!" King Liang roared, and a layer of dark red True Qi armor appeared outside his body, and the sword light that shot at him only touched the armor before it stopped, falling into a stalemate. Armor can't wear down the sword light, and the sword light can't shatter the armor.

He stepped forward suddenly, and the invisible ripples rippled like a surging sea tide, and the dark energy shattered all the sword qi, and the overbearing power shock wave was like a gluttonous beast rushing over, shooting towards Yan Trace.

"Buzz!"

The Flying Shark Sword trembled violently, and an extreme sword light turned into a narwhal, and the fierce and cold aura wrapped around the sword body, the black light flickered, and the killing intent was pressing.

The gray fog flows, a low whale cry is like a surging river, and the narwhal rides the wind and waves, unstoppable, like a drill, breaking through the dark energy.

King Liang's expression changed slightly, and after bursting out, he struck countless fists into the sky, and the place where the Yan Scar was located was suddenly overwhelmed by the fist light, and the dark red fist power flew back the backwards of the Flying Shark Sword Strike.

The cultivators who climbed high and looked at it from afar were all dazzled and dazzled. With their realm, they could only feel the terrifying coercion emanating from King Liang's body and the impact of his domineering fist.

The realm of the powerhouses of the Jindan Realm can reach at least five hundred miles. Within 500 miles, they are all under their absolute control. But it was obvious that Yan Trace was not only not suppressed by his domain, but he easily used his sword technique, which gave everyone a new understanding of his strength.

"A round of turning the sun!" Yan Scar released the sword qi realm, and at the same time performed the sun turning sword technique in the realm.

The flying sword automatically transformed into Zhou Tian, forming a sword cover with perfect defensive performance, and the traceless sword intent spread out, reinforcing the defensive power of the sword cover.

"Bell! bell!"

The dark red fist light struck the sword cover, sending the sword cover flying back for dozens of miles, but the sword cover defense was invincible, and Shengsheng blocked all the fist light, and the swallow marks were not damaged in it.

He took out the five-colored Longquan sword, and the sword light flashed, like a multicolored dragon, whistling by, and appeared in front of King Liang with a "whoosh".

"Poof!" King Liang hurriedly dodged, one eye was pierced by a flying sword, red light splashed, and his clothes were stained with blood. He snorted, a low, suppressed roar in his throat.

One eye, for a Jindan Realm monk, can grow well quickly, but in this kind of battle, maybe one move can tell the winner from the loser, and King Liang will only be more cautious after learning a lesson.

"Liang Laogou, suffer death!" The flying sword flew back, and Yan Zhen performed the first style of the traceless swordsmanship - "Meteoric Wind Drill", and the five-colored Longquan Sword spun up at great speed, turning into a colorful psychedelic colored diamond, the drill bit buzzed, the heaven and the earth vibrate, and the air seemed to be pulled together, forming a violent storm.

King Liang's hair was flying, his body was raised, and a pair of fists were attached to a hazy black light. He didn't keep his hands anymore, his fists came out, and the phantom of an ancient bull appeared behind him.

Those fists were like a pair of horns of a reckless bull, flashing with a sharp golden energy, and they met the flying sword that roared loudly.

"Whoa!".

King Liang was violently retreated by the wind drill, and the two spirals collided together, wisps of blood fell, and the sky was filled with a layer of blood mist.

"Alas, let's stop first!" Mo Zhizhou, the king of Xuanzhao, waved a stroke, and a strong demon god leaned out of his body under his pen, and with one punch the flying sword and King Liang collapsed. He stood in the clouds, and said helplessly, "And the king of Shantai, you all follow me into the palace." ”