Inside the town of Hanya.

Di Jiang, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, had been slapped down by Di Jiang before, and Wu Yan, who had fallen deep into the ground, was now panting and standing on top of the ruins of the military camp.

Wuya spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was mixed with one of his front teeth.

After swinging that sword, Wuya said with a leaky smile: "Who should I be, it turns out that Lord Dijiang is you coming to Bingzhen in person." ”

Di Jiang, who was stepping on the void, looked at the old man below him, and asked lightly: "Are you the scholar next to the Xiong clan back then?"

"Hey, I thought you were so forgetful that you forgot about me, but you still guessed wrong, it was my brother who followed Lord Xuanyuan at that time, and there was a follower. ”

"And my name is Wuyan!"

Wu Yan let out a low shout, and another sword qi that soared into the sky struck straight towards the Emperor River who was standing in the air.

"It doesn't matter. It's all the same in my eyes. Di Jiang stretched out his fingers to clamp the sword qi that went straight to the sky, and said indifferently: "It's just dead people." ”

"Hey, you said this to Lord Xuanyuan a thousand years ago, if you dared to say this in front of Lord Xuanyuan at that time, I don't have anything else to say, you can pick the head of this neck. ”

Di Jiang's brows furrowed when he heard Wuya say this.

Thousands of years ago, among the human race, the second disciple of the human emperor Fuxi was the Xiong family, who ruled the eons and covered the sky and hundreds of tribes.

Among these hundred tribes, naturally there are also Wu tribes located on the southwestern border of the ancient continent.

At that time, there was constant friction between the Wu clan and several small clans around it, and those small clans united to ask the human race for help.

Subsequently, at that time, the human emperor Fuxi, the co-owner of the human race, sent his second disciple, the Youxiong clan, to mediate the relationship between their clans.

It's just that at that time, the arrogant Twelve Ancestors didn't put the Youxiong clan in their eyes at all.

At that time, Xuan Ming, one of the twelve of them, also spoke out to provoke him, but no matter how Xuan Ming provoked him, the Xiong clan had always been a breezy appearance.

Then the twelve of them thought that the weak scholar in front of them was just relying on the human emperor Fuxi to support him, but in fact, he didn't have any real skills.

It's just that after Candle Jiuyin couldn't bear to fight with it, he changed his mind.

At that time, it was only one step away from the Reincarnation Emperor Realm, and Candle Jiuyin, who was already in the True Realm, fought with him with endless spiritual power in a strong and unrivaled attitude.

But no matter how ferocious the Candle Jiuyin's offensive was, the void shattered, the land continent collapsed, the void river flowed backwards, and the roaring sound of the Heavenly Dao continued to resound throughout the Wu Domain, and the Xiong clan who fought against it was still the appearance of the wind and clouds, and was not moved by it at all.

Seeing that Candle Jiuyin couldn't take the slightest advantage in his hands, so the Gonggong, Ju Mang, Xuan Ming, Zhu Rong, Hou Tu, and the seven ancestors of Candle Jiuyin, who were the first to fight with him, came out together, and they were able to draw with the battle.

Moreover, at that time, there were Xiong clans who had not yet stepped into the reincarnation realm, and they were equivalent to the realm of their twelve ancestral witches, all of whom were in the realm of spiritual power in the realm of returning to the truth.

After that, it was a hundred years long, when the human emperor Fuxi was nowhere to be found, and the human race began to divide into three veins.

And the twelve ancestors of them, who had already stepped into the reincarnation realm, had a second fight with the Youxiong clan, who had also stepped into the reincarnation realm, on the Great Wall.

It was after that that that the name of the Xiong clan was truly resounding on the ancient land of the Flood Desolation.

It was also after that battle that no one in the Heavens and Hundred Clans dared to despise the second disciple of this famous Emperor Fuxi, and there was the Xiong clan who seemed to be a weak scholar.

Even that Bai Yujing faintly showed signs of changing hands.

At that time, there was still such a saying on the ancient land of Honghuang, "Don't worry about the human race, there is Xuanyuan after Fuxi."

Because that time, on the canopy of the Great Wall, there was a Xiong clan fighting 12 of their ancestors.

And all twelve of them were defeated.

Thinking of this, Di Jiang's eyes gave birth to a thick look of jealousy, if it weren't for the catastrophe of the human race thousands of years ago, I am afraid that the shadow left by the Xiong clan in the hearts of their twelve people would still not be able to be erased.

"How

Are you planning to be buried with him?" Thinking that there had been no news about the Xiong clan on the ancient land for thousands of years, the corners of Di Jiang's mouth rose slightly, and he said jokingly.

"I'm sorry, even if you die, Lord Xuanyuan won't die. Wuya spat out a mouthful of viscous blood again, pointed at the Di Jiang above his head and scolded.

"Then I will send you down to him. Di Jiang did not have the slightest anger because of the boundless scolding.

Because in his eyes, or in the eyes of the emperor, the monks who have not crossed the threshold are all ants.

And you don't get angry at an ant's insulting words.

A monk like Wuya who returned to the true realm, he didn't know how many of them he had crushed to death for thousands of years.

Di Jiang's figure slowly fell from the void. Standing on the ruins without the slightest disgust, just like the previous flip, he still reached out and gently patted Wuya not far away.

Wuya's eyes were sharp, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Before, under his own precautions, he was able to appear behind him unconsciously.

And he was already on guard after he suddenly realized it, but he still let him succeed with one blow, and he fell into the ground from mid-air.

When I think about it, I haven't been in such a mess for hundreds of years.

Immediately, Wuya took a deep breath, he could ignore his old face, but since he still called him Lord Xuanyuan, he couldn't embarrass him!

Then the sword in his hand let out a clanging sound.

An inexplicable aura emanated from Wuyan's body.

At this time, under the imperial power of the Emperor River, the soldiers in the entire Hangu Soldier Town were stiff and unable to move.

The two gas engines collided violently in the Hangu military town, causing nearly half of the military camp to collapse.

The general Qianmo Changfeng, who was still standing in the air, finally woke up from Qi Shuchen's death after feeling the collision of the two qi engines.

He looked into the distance, and still didn't see the white-robed Qi Master on that horizon, it seemed that the figure that had flown over the military town had sent them a message.

I didn't expect that my plan would be ruined in the hands of an unknown little person.

When I thought of this, the ten fingers of the long wind clenched the fists at the finger joints, without the slightest blood, and they were white.

Because they didn't wait for the white-robed Qi division, the reinforcements from Yangguan Bingzhen also retreated.

Qianmo Changfeng looked at the battlefield where the soldiers were epicentered, and just glanced at the horizon in the distance, and seemed to see a white figure rushing towards the side of the military town.

"Who could it be?" Qianmo Changfeng hugged his arms around his chest, his face gloomy as water.

Then he looked at the battlefield below, and happened to see the momentum of Wuya's swing like a rainbow sword, the sword qi was thirty thousand miles long, directly splitting the void, and the entire city wall in the southwest of Hangu Bing Town collapsed, and that sword qi spread out from Hangu Bing Town in a straight long line, and it has been spreading for thousands of miles in the Zhiwu Domain.

This is the so-called sword qi that spans 30,000 miles, and one sword frost frosts nineteen cities.

After Ji Ge heard the earth-shattering noise in the town of Zihangu Bing, his steps sped up a few points, and the spiritual power on his body was mobilized without reservation.

"Senior, you can't die. Ji Ge's figure swept over the bare land, and he muttered with a worried expression.

Seeing the white figure whose speed had increased again, Qianmo Changfeng glanced at the dilapidated Hangu Bingzhen, snorted coldly, and as soon as his right foot stepped into the void, his figure flew towards the white-clothed figure.

Anyway, as the Twelfth Ancestor Wu Emperor Jiang, even if the entire Hangu Soldier Town was destroyed by him into a pile of ruins, it would not be his business.

That sword qi slowly dissipated, and the dust in the town of Hangu was full of dust, and the figure could only be seen after a long time.

Wu Ya stared ahead with a pale face, not feeling the slightest coercion coming from Di Jiang.

He didn't believe that his sword could kill Di Jiang, who ranked first among the twelve ancestral witches.

"Smack

Syllable. Before the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, a clapping sound rang out in the dust.

With a wave of his sleeves, Di Jiang swept away all the smoke and dust that filled the sky over the entire military town.

Wuya saw that the long sleeve of Di Jiang's right arm that had revealed his body was cut off and destroyed by the sword qi, revealing his crimson skin.

Other than that, there was not the slightest scar on his body.

"It's a beautiful sword, if this sword had been used by the Arixiong clan, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to stand here so intact. ”

Di Jiang tore the sleeve robe directly and threw it aside.

"It's a pity you're not him, and you're only able to do that. ”

Di Jiang stretched out his five fingers towards Wuya and slowly grasped it.

Wu Ya heard the roar of the avenue above him.

The void around him was constantly twisting and deforming, and he couldn't move at all.

"I'm afraid you'll never get a chance to wield that sword again. Di Jiang said slowly.

"Can you tell me what the sword move is called before you die?"

At this time, the spiritual sea in Wuya's body had been exhausted, and there was still a little spiritual power left in the body after the sword was originally cast, but those spiritual powers were all drained by the Emperor River in front of him.

At this time, he was like a fish under a knife, and he was slaughtered by Emperor Jiang.

Wuya shook his head and spit out two words weakly, "Dream." ”

Di Jiang nodded and didn't say anything to refute, just looked at him expressionlessly, with a slight force on his palm.

The void around Boundless was constantly squeezed, and then a muffled sound of ping-pong came from Boundless's body.

The old man, who was already missing a front tooth, had broken muscles and bones in his body at this time, but he still clenched his teeth and did not make a sound, his eyes were red, his expression was hideous, and blood continued to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

"Isn't it too much for Di Jiang, one of the twelve ancestral witches, to torture an old man of the human race like this?"

Just when Wuya had already knocked on the ghost gate, a void somewhere in the town of Hangu was gently slashed with his finger from the inside, and a middle-aged man with a handsome and resolute face in black stepped out of the void crack.

His gaze crossed several military camps and fell on Di Jiang's body.

......

Ji Ge, who was rushing over, suddenly felt a vast spiritual pressure enveloping his body.

Ji Ge stumbled and fell to the ground, unable to stand up because of the spiritual pressure.

Ji Ge's brows furrowed, he could be sure that this coercion was more vast and rich than any time he had felt the spiritual pressure before.

Ji Ge's figure had sunk into the ground half a foot deep at this time, and the tiny beads of blood oozing from his skin stained the white robe on his body red.

Because he couldn't withstand the coercion for a while, the skin on Ji Ge's body cracked inch by inch.

After the black-clothed man sitting on the throne in the sea of gods noticed Ji Ge's strange appearance, Mu Ran stood up and stared at the canopy above his head with an unprecedentedly solemn expression.

And the golden figure above Ji Ge Linghai also planned to stand up at this time.

With a "bang", the void in front of Qianmo Changfeng, who was standing in the air, was torn apart by someone.

Immediately, two streams of light flew out of the void crack and struck him straight at the door.

Qianmo Changfeng grabbed it and grabbed the two streamers in his hand.

Qianmo Changfeng looked down, and in his hands were the corpses of the two family elders who had been sent out to drag Ji Qingyun before.

Then a fierce and domineering fist that burst out from the crack in the void slammed into the front door of Qianmo Changfeng.

Qianmo Changfeng's figure shot backwards, retreating for more than fifty miles, and his body was deeply trapped in the walls of Hangu Bingzhen.

Then Ji Qingyun, whose hands were covered with blood, walked out of the void crack.

Looking at Ji Ge, who was covered in blood on the ground and his breath was extremely weak, Ji Qingyun's voice was cold and full of murderous intent: "Qianmo Changfeng, you are impatient!"