At this moment, Wu Ying's slightly arrogant voice sounded: "It's just a stupid act of forcibly breaking through Anlu, overdrawing one's own life force, and pulling out seedlings with the help of the power of the underworld!"

Qian Yuchen laughed: "Then it's time to sharpen the edge of my Purple Sealed Sword." ”

The blue sword finally retreated, and on the edge of the dull blunt sword, the pitch-black iron and stone peeled off slightly, as if it were peeling rust, revealing a touch of silver-white cold iron.

At the moment when the surface of the iron and stone peeled off, the sword momentum suddenly increased, and the sword light was as bright as wind and snow.

The yellow sand that lay calmly on the ground suddenly became violently roaring, as if it had been forcibly swept up by a terrifying tornado wind in the desert.

The surging yellow sand was like the angry roar of the wind god, and the vast yellow sand was stained with a few scarlet blood flowers.

The yellow sand fell silent, and in the middle of the desert, a full thirty silver-armored soldiers of the Anling Realm fell again.

And at this moment, under the mask of the white cherry general's head, the corners of her lips outlined a cold arc.

He knew that Qian Yuchen was starting to get tired at this moment, otherwise he would not have used his own yuan power, but used the Purple Sealing Sword's own sword momentum.

He wanted to kill as many people as he could in the most effortless way.

Shogun Shirakura finally let go of the knife on his horse's back, and the calloused palm slowly covered the mask, and then took it off, revealing a young face that was ordinary but full of the vicissitudes of the world.

He was the only one of the 10,000 Silver Wing soldiers who took the initiative to take off his mask and reveal his true face.

He looked at Wu Ying, who was standing still in front of him, with an extremely serious gaze, and said in a very sincere voice: "I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can remember my face clearly. ”

Wu Ying's eyebrows raised slightly, a very simple action, but extremely angry: "Why?"

Two simple words that mean what qualifications do you have to make me remember your face.

Wu Ying, all of them are arrogant and conceited.

The man bowed his head slightly, as if to salute: "Because...... I am about to be one of the people who will kill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. ”

There is not too much conceit, so there is more than the word 'one', but the killing word has already revealed enough conceit.

Even though Qian Yuchen crossed him and killed behind him, Qian Yuchen was not Tongyuan after all.

The instantaneous killing realm he was able to maintain was only a short-lived phenomenon.

After all, from the time his purple sealed sword came out of the sheath to the present, the Silver Wing soldiers he had killed were only more than a hundred people.

And the silver-armored army that surrounded him had a full 10,000 people.

If Wu Ying doesn't make a move, it is only a matter of time before he is consumed to death.

So, Wu Ying...... Shot.

Not because he wanted to save him, but because of the "one" words.

He slowly took out the big red blood umbrella behind his back, and stretched it open with an expressionless face.

Sky...... Suddenly it was dark.

It was not darkness that fell in the middle of the night, but a blood-black color, and the moment the umbrella was opened, the entire desert of death was enveloped in it.

In the blood-colored world, there seems to be a sad song transmitted from ancient times.

The endless song of sorrow contains the meaning of desolate death.

This moment is as long as eternity, and as fast as a moment.

Except for Wu Ying, no one knows how long it took him to open the umbrella, and no one knows what he did in this blood-colored world after holding the umbrella.

Click...... There was a soft sound.

The blood-red umbrella surface finally slowly closed, like a big red begonia growing retrograde, silent in the mortal dust.

The sense of death in this desert is even stronger.

Wu Ying slowly closed his eyes, standing in the red sand soaked in blood, dressed in black as if he was eternally lonely and icy.

He came to this world, and what he was best at was to bring death to people.

So at this moment, there was no longer the sonorous sound of battle, only the man who took off his mask rode alone, and the young man in blue who opened his eyes in confusion and half-knelt on the ground behind him was still safe.

The tens of thousands of silver-armored soldiers and the 10,000 iron horsemen who crossed the border were shattered one after another, full of blood and mess mixed in the yellow sand.

This scene is undoubtedly related to torture and killing.

Under the yellow sand, the aura of Shura, who had absorbed the aura of countless resentful spirits, seemed to be trembling with excitement at this moment.

The entire yellow sand earth began to tremble, and countless stumps, severed arms, and blood-stained broken silver armor were all swallowed up by the desert quicksand.

And this Death Desert tasted a lot of blood, as if falling into a mad demon's greed, it actually began to swell uneasily at Wu Ying's feet, and slowly began to devour him upwards.

Wu Ying still closed his eyes and was silent, just snorted coldly, and the blood umbrella in his hand tapped lightly.

The whole desert was turbulent for a moment, and then there was a deathly calm and silence, not daring to make the slightest mistake.

The pale palm moved slightly, and the blood umbrella was crossed by his night-like sleeve arm, he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the blood umbrella, his dark red eyes flashed with a trace of unknown anger.

He sneered: "It's really a good umbrella, but now, can you still be one of those 'ones'?"

took great pains to gather a full 10,000 Silver Wing Army in the Anlu Realm, and even did not hesitate to let the prince of the national treasure of the North leave work hard and rushed out of the rune silver armor overnight, just to jointly kill Prince Wu Yue.

And now, under a simple blow, the defeat is so miserable.

Night drunken dust stared at the double model, looking at the unexpected blood umbrella incredibly, feeling the supreme divine blood power in the umbrella, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Qian Yuchen knelt on one knee, wiped his bloodstained face with a shocked expression, glanced at the silver-winged general sitting upright on horseback, and said very unwillingly:

"Tens of thousands of Anru are dead, I'm still alive and half-kneeling here, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince deliberately left his hand, why are you still alive to sit there?!"

Wu Ying patted away the blood sand stained on the blood umbrella, his movements were rare and gentle, without a trace of anger, and he said lightly without raising his eyelids: "He is not at peace now." ”

Qian Yuchen was immediately stunned, and his reaction was slightly complicated.

A year ago, he was equivalent to the realm of night drunken dust, and he was also in the realm of the pinnacle of peace and soul.

But since Beili was able to use the power of the underworld, he forcibly created a group of extremely young Anbu troops in a very short period of time.

Naturally, he was also able to use the power of the underworld to forcibly break through the Tongyuan realm.

Qian Yuchen stood up straight, and blood was still dripping from the purple sealing sword.

He looked at the back on the horse, and said with a somewhat ugly face: "Although you are a divorced person, I never thought that with your person, you would really accept that kind of thing that goes against the way of heaven." ”

Ye Zuichen said lightly: "If I am strong enough to subvert this entire world, I am the way of heaven." ”

Qian Yuchen said coldly: "Don't you think you are too arrogant to say such things in front of His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Ye Zuichen casually threw the silver mask in his hand into the yellow sand, and the war horse that had been calm for a long time, and even the sound of gasping suddenly began to spurt out a large amount of blood from the silver armor covering the war horse.

The set of war horse silver armor seemed to have countless invisible pinholes, spewing out a large amount of blood mist.

With a muffled grunt from the man on horseback, the horse's hooves bent suddenly!

The moment the majestic war horse fell, it shattered along with the silver armor on its body, as if it had been slashed by a sharp sword, turning into countless pieces of blood and flesh.

And he stood expressionlessly in the pile of meat, silver armor boots stepping on blood and flesh, not saying a word.

At this moment, Wu Ying was the usual mocking smile on his face, and his eyes were far away and deep looking at the void.

Ye Zuichen coughed lightly, clenched the saber that had already been unsheathed, and the corners of his mouth slowly bleed.

Even though he broke through the Tongyuan realm with the help of the power of the underworld, he still suffered a lot of injuries in the face of that powerful blow.

But he was smiling happily at the moment: "Wu Ying, do you think that in this world, no one can kill you, the so-called first person in the ages? But in my north, the powerful Tongyuan Realm is not the only one. ”

As the words fell, a deep blood-colored vortex suddenly descended from the inky blue sky, and in the vortex, two extremely tall figures slowly descended.

The faces of the two men were quite similar, both with dark blue skin, sharp fangs, and vertical pupils, and their tall bodies were tightly wrapped in pitch-black chains.

Ye Zuichen smiled even more happily: "There are a lot of Tongyuan in Beili, and even ...... And the long ghost that can kill you. ”