As that layer of protection spread out, the arrows scattered like falling flowers, and there was a clanging sound all around, and each soldier held a shield and trembled a little.

Bu Qianhuai directly waved the rain of arrows in the sky with one hand, and went straight to the front, dragging the autumn wind on the ground in his hand, drawing a knife mark, and the knife that was ready to be fired was even more impressive.

"Ji Ziming, I didn't find your body at the time, but now it seems that you are not dead! But it doesn't matter. The faster and faster he ran, until the surrounding soldiers only saw a string of phantoms: "Today, Ji Ziming is buried in the hands of Ben Hou." ”

However, in a dozen breaths, Bu Qianhuai had already arrived a few miles away from the main gate of Murong's house, leaving a long knife mark behind him, and the knife mark exuded a shocking cold glow all the way from Murong's house to his feet.

Ji Ziming is full of white hair, but his spirit is unprecedentedly good, and that momentum makes the surrounding mountains and rocks shake, and he is also a martial arts master in the Mingshen realm.

The moment they met, their eyes intersected, it was a different hatred. On the one hand, the country is ruined, the brothers are used as puppets, the family business is handed over to others, and the wedding dress is made in vain. On the one hand, the hatred of the severed hand, naively stepped into the rivers and lakes, but was coveted for systematic martial arts and was in a different place.

Slowly accumulating, accumulating bit by bit, at this moment, an absolute hatred erupted.

The knife, which had been mopping the floor, moved. Bu Qianhuai raised his hand, and the moment the blade left the ground, the ice flower condensed behind him, and an ice crystal evil flower bloomed. Strange, mysterious, yet beautiful and charming.

Ji Ziming didn't have a weapon in his hand, but the divine dragon that he turned into by the True Yuan around him was his most powerful weapon. With a hand, the dragon took the palm of his hand and turned into a mighty halberd. With a grip of his right hand, Long Wei swung out golden ripples visible to the naked eye: "Kill you, the entire Heavenly Mansion, this king will also bring it to rejuvenate my great spirit!"

With a contemptuous smile, Bu Qianhuai's blade had already reached the top of Ji Ziming's head, and the cold mangs directly turned the surrounding area into an ice and snow world, dyeing the ground silver.

The halberd was lifted upward, and the halberd blade was pointed at the tip of the knife, and it was a pair, but the ice and snow could not invade it.

"Bu Qianhuai, you have indeed improved, but in the same way, this king has never regressed, and now you are still not the opponent of this king. ”

"Not your opponent?" raised his eyebrows, his left hand held the long hilt of the knife at the same time, pressed it down, and with all his strength, the halberd slowly moved downward.

"It's not the same time it used to be. How many chances are inherited in the hands of this candidate, and there are all kinds of masters who have reconciled themselves to the realm of immaculate perfection and promoted to the Mingshen realm, and now you are inferior to me!"

There was a muffled click, and the halberd body had been pressed to the ground by the blade, unable to move. And the slashing autumn wind, the night is only an inch long from Ji Ziming's head.

A cautious look emanated from Ji Ziming's eyes: "Okay, it's not a loss to be a puppet figure who has controlled my great spirit for several years." The strength is really not bad, but in just ten years, he has changed from an unknown person to a great martial arts master of the Mingshen Realm, with a lot of support in the Qianchao, and he controls my great spirit. Opportunities, potential, ambitions, you are not bad. ”

The blade was only half an inch away from Ji Ziming's forehead. The golden dragon true yuan in the body emitted high temperature, dispelling the cold qi that wanted to invade itself.

"Die!" With both hands, the blade slashed out from the blade, drawing a beautiful ice and snow sword qi.

The blade in front of him burst out with a knife aura, directly forcing Ji Ziming back. However, in a year, Bu Qianhuai's strength has caught up with himself, which makes Ji Ziming a little incredible.

"You, who are you behind you?"

"Does it matter to you?"

"Huh. Ji Ziming sneered and shook his head noncommittally: "That's right, the purpose is not important." Anyway, the process of your matter is to completely destroy my great spirit, so it can't be tolerated!"

A turn of the knife: "Enough nonsense, with questions, go to the underworld, go to the underworld, go and ask Taishan Fujun!"

It was obviously a sunny day in spring, but the surrounding area had already been blown by Bu Qianhuai's True Yuan like a scene of snow drifting in the winter moon, and the surrounding area was blown with snow, but the ground was sprinkled with blood.

When there was a loud sound, Ji Ziming's halberd, who had exploded, fell to the ground, and blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, but the shock in his eyes couldn't hide it: "Cough, cough, cough...... Okay, yes......"

The halberd let out a mournful dragon roar, just a knife, it almost divided the dragon-shaped painting of the halberd into two, reached out, landed the halberd on the ground, got up directly, jumped into the sky, the halberd turned twice in mid-air, and flew to the split.

Seeing that Ji Ziming still had the power to resist, Bu Qianhuai did not have the slightest doubt, but it was a matter of course. Holding the hilt of the knife in his right hand, the back of the knife resting on his left arm, he looked up at the halberd blade that flew down. Taking a deep breath, the blade was directly drawn in black and white, as if the Taiji diagram was attached to the knife.

There was a brief confrontation, no sound, and then, a flock of birds took off into the air, the sound shocked all directions, and the hollow valley echoed. The snowflakes in that place, a blood-colored, were all rushed up into the sky by the waves of air intersecting with weapons, reflecting a tragic poem.

Bu Qianhuai's feet were covered with ice and snow, his shoes had sunken, and his boots on a white background and black side were covered with mud.

On the other hand, Ji Ziming, with one blow, fell directly out of the air, and the halberd turned into a golden dragon was already a lot of cracks, and a discerning person knew that even if he picked it up, it would be shattered.

The blade transformed by the true yuan of the Ming God Realm, although it is not as good as the heaven-level blade, but it is stronger than the earth-level, and on the blade of the Autumn Wind in Bu Qianhuai's hand, there are already some traces of cross-fighting, and it is obvious that it must be repaired.

Ji Ziming didn't give up, his right hand was volleyed into the air, and the halberd seemed to have life, and he suddenly roared and roared, turned into a golden dragon, and rushed towards Bu Qianhuai.

The move was ruthless, Bu Qianhuai couldn't avoid it, and directly met Ji Ziming's counterattack. The broken golden dragon directly crashed into Bu Qianhuai's heart, and the violent impact made Bu Qianhuai fly out upside down, directly half a mile away, the clothes in the heart were already torn, and the big man behind him had also fallen to the ground in the upside down.

The smoke and dust did not disperse, but Bu Qianhuai spoke: "It's not bad, you did your best." Your death will witness the beginning of Benhou's future path to the top. ”

The relaxed tone made Ji Ziming's eyes narrow, a little incredulous.

"Unscathed? right...... Yes, you have a body refining method, and now it seems that it is indeed an amazing defense. Then his eyes went crazy: "But if I remember correctly, your defense is only against the body, and the soul defense is far from ......."

"What......"

Bu Qianhuai was just about to open his mouth to ask, when he suddenly felt turned upside down and was overwhelmed. The Bo Xun Immortal Golden Body has already been cultivated by himself, even if he is the top innate and does not refine his cultivation in killing, it is difficult to kill himself. But that golden dragon is not completely physically injured, at this moment, the torment of the soul is like a fire roasting the heart of meat, and the pain is unbearable.

The eyes of pain were tyrannical, and the Daomen Xuangong had suppressed the secret method of the demon gate in the body, but now it was directly reversed, and Bu Qianhuai's eyes were bloodshot, as if there was a red light: "Okay!

And Ji Ziming also gasped and staggered to his feet, holding his chest, and was about to say something, but his expression was stunned. And at this moment, Bu Qianhuai was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Today, the double soul kills the king, the king of Luo, and Huangquan will not be sent!"