In the distance of Yuchenjing, at the end of the plain are low hills, like the undulating edges and corners of the earth, persistent and resolute.

Neighing horses galloped into the wind from an invisible spot at the end of the hill, like a raging line of fire.

It was a ray of light.

Illuminate the gloom of despair brought about by the Sanskrit gods.

"Hahahahahaha

"When did I not become the enemy of the whole world?"

The Sanskrit God stood alone in the black cloud tide transformed by Gu Xuantong, his eyes were indifferent, looking at Han Feng who had come all the way.

The tone was flat, but there was a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

With the Sanskrit God Innate Realm, he could naturally see that Han Feng was carrying the dual mandate of the Divine Heavenly Sect and the Buddhist Sect.

Although the mandate of heaven does not belong, it has its natural nature, and those who have contact with fate can naturally judge it.

"Interesting, a young man with decent talent has two looming traces of destiny on his shoulders...... Is that what you have high hopes for?"

"If yes, then all I can say is that you guys are so stupid that you're suffocating. ”

Every word of the Sanskrit god seemed to have a deep disdain, but the tone of his voice was calm and indifferent, as if he were stating an objective fact.

But this is even more infuriating.

"Hahahahahaha!!ha

Gu Xuantong let out an angry laugh, and the black clouds in the entire sky began to boil like boiling water.

"Sanskrit God, you seem to be mistaken, your trouble is not to be the enemy of the world, but to ...... The ...... you're facing It's all enemies like me!!"

Gu Xuantong followed his extremely wild laughter, and nineteen black cloud pillars appeared in the clouds and tides towards the higher sky.

Nineteen pillars of clouds converged in an arc above the Sanskrit gods, forming a huge cage of clouds.

Above the cage, the purple Dao Venerable sat upright.

"Hmm, let me take a look at the "Dao Forbidden Heavenly Book" and the "Evil Cloud Divine Method" used by "Xuanzhi Xuan". ”

"You've stolen the [Cave Xuan Sect]'s Zhen Sect Peerless School again. ”

Even so, the Sanskrit God's voice is still flat and without any emotion, just like looking at the mountains and rivers and the clouds.

What answered him was the strong prohibitive power that emanated from the black cloud smoke cage.

"Definitely, this is a peerless study given to me by the [Cave Xuan Sect]!"

The Jade Emperor faction's Zhen Sect's peerless "Dao Forbidden Heavenly Book" matched the Dongxuan Sect's peerless "Xuanzhi and Xuan", and the combined force of the two Dao Gate Prohibition Peerless Sects produced a stronger qualitative change.

Under the power of its prohibition, even the rushing rivers must be stopped.

However, the Sanskrit gods are as if they have not been affected at all......

"Is it because of that kid that you want to ban me so much?"

The Sanskrit God's voice was not threatening, but it made Gu Xuantong feel bad.

The white-clothed departing god slowly cast his gaze on the battlefield below.

Hanging Sword Division, Zhenwutang...... The men and horses of all sides could not make any movement under the battle of the two martial arts powerhouses, and it was difficult to even make a sound.

On the great plains, the ...... reverberates Only the sound of the horse's hooves galloping from Han Feng's [Ling Xuan Tayu].

Han Feng held the reins in his hand, carried the Jinghai knife on his back, and was speechless all the way, just riding a red divine horse all the way to the city gate of Yuchen Jing.

Rushing all the way into the battlefield of the Hanging Sword Division and Zhenwutang, Han Feng didn't stop, but whenever anyone in front of him stood in the way, Han Feng would only pull up the reins, allowing [Ling Xuan Tayu] to jump high and turn over the obstacles in front of him.

This picture is like a general who launched the last silent charge on the battlefield of the dead country.

"Well, let's verify it. ”

The Sanskrit God looked at Han Feng, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger, and lightly touched it.

The colossal force was like the sky had fallen, breaking through Gu Xuantong's black prison prohibition and impacting Han Feng below!

"Are you looking down on you, Sanskrit God!!"

Gu Xuantong was immediately furious, and a series of explosions occurred in the clouds, and one after another black cloud giant pillars rushed out, hitting the invisible power of the Sanskrit God.

However, Gu Xuantong's moves for the Sanskrit gods can only be weakened, not stopped......

Han Feng below, even if it was just a residual force, it was enough to kill!

And Han Feng on horseback felt the endless pressure from the sky, and he didn't care at all, just held the reins of the horse.

The prayer banner scroll behind it unfolded on its own, and the nine-colored clouds and smoke conjured up nine halos, forming a huge gorgeous mirror.

Across the air, the two collided violently.

The loud roar generated by the collision of extraordinary forces made the warriors on the battlefield can't help but cover their ears.

Subsequently, the nine-colored halo surrounded Han Feng as if he had a soul, making Han Feng like a god who had come out of the ancient war mythology.

No one dared to believe that this young man who came on a horse really blocked the skill of an innate person like this.

Even if it's just a random blow, even if it goes through Gu Xuantong's desperate resistance...... It's also incredible.

Meng Yuqi looked at this figure a little stunned, and then shouted with tears in her eyes:

"Brother Han!!It's Brother Han!!"

Gu Yunzhou had been pierced in the abdomen with a spear by the overseers of Zhenwutang before, covering the wound that was still bleeding, his eyes were a little blurred, looking at the back of the horse that had broken through the battlefield.

It was as if he had returned to the blood-colored space of Yanhua City, looking at the back of the purple robe.

Han Feng ...... You're here......"

The Hanging Sword Division had been shocked by the invincible power of the Sanskrit God, and had almost lost the will to fight.

But because the young man who came on a horse and blocked a move of the Sanskrit god, the will to fight seems to have been rekindled!

"It's Han Zhijian!!"

"Han Zhijian is here!!"

"Han Zhijian has dealt with the lifeless old mother, with him, even the Sanskrit god is not invincible!!"

One after another, the disciples of the Hanging Sword Division, dressed in black and white robes, stood up with their swords in their hands again.

Han Feng rushed all the way to the bottom of the walls of Yuchen City, turned over and dismounted, and slapped heavily on [Ling Xuan Tayu], causing this red divine horse to soar all the way away from the battlefield.

Standing under the city wall, in front of the huge Yuchen Jing, under the smoke of the nine-colored clouds, he pulled out a long sword from the void.

The formless and substantial sword exists between heaven and earth, changing with the hearts of the people in the world, and opening up the dawn of the night.

This is the sword of the Hanging Sword Division's Lord Monarch Huai Xuan - [Heavenly Punishment]!

Holding the Heavenly Punishment in his hand, Han Feng and the nine-colored clouds and smoke danced with a sword, causing the six qi of heaven and earth to change, and at the same time, the dense nine-colored cloud qi also began to infect the entire Yuchenjing space.

Seeing this, the Sanskrit god realized in his heart and slowly raised his hand.

"In that case, I can't sit idly by. ”

But at this moment, the Sanskrit God felt his body sinking, and Gu Xuantong forcibly reunited his body with a cloud of calamity and hugged the Sanskrit God from behind.

The Sanskrit God's face sank:

"Let go, you let me smell your vulgar and stupid smell!"

"Hahahahahaha

Gu Xuantong laughed wildly, absorbing the qi of Zhou Tian's clouds, and even pulled the Sanskrit god to the ground with extreme strength.

The Sanskrit god is innate, penetrating the heavens and people, and was pulled down from the sky by Gu Xuantong, and was not harmed in any way, did not need any unloading, and there was no trace of damage when falling from a high altitude.

"You ......"

As soon as the Sanskrit god said a word, he heard a loud shout of killing.

Thousands of people from top to bottom of the Hanging Sword Division simultaneously launched a charge against the Sanskrit gods regardless of life and death!

"Rush! buy time for Han Zhijian!"

"Before I die, Sanskrit God, you don't want to hurt anyone else!"

At the same time, under the gate of Yuchen Capital, the sound of prayer chanted in Han Feng's mouth when he danced his sword seemed to merge into the heaven and earth, shaking for hundreds of miles!

"At the beginning of the flood in the past, the five elements were not lucky, the two were not clear, which stood upright, there was no voice, the god emperor came out of the royal Xi, the first judgment was turbid, the sky and the earth were people, and the group of things was born!"

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