Hong Dingwu was originally happy when he saw that the spiritual liquid in his body had returned to twenty drops, but who knew that the next moment, a drop of spiritual liquid slowly fell from the sea of qi under his gaze, and he immediately realized that the situation was wrong, and the familiar feeling returned.

Although he scolded in his heart, Hong Dingwu still lay on the ground sensibly, looking like he was being slaughtered and cut, alas, the pain of not being able to resist is the biggest pain.

Hong Dingwu's strange behavior made the people around him puzzled for a while, "The demonic qi has entered the brain?"

But the next moment, something shocked them.

I saw that Hong Dingwu's face was distorted, and his green muscles were exposed, which made the people around him hurt together.

Hong Dingwu's limbs began to dissipate, startling the people around him, Leng Feng's complexion changed, and he wanted to step forward to investigate Hong Dingwu's situation, but was stopped by Leng Xuemei, who was quite experienced, and told everyone about Hong Dingwu's situation last time, and everyone relaxed.

This time, the marrow washing and bone cutting were only carried out three times, and Hong Dingwu couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

He felt the power in his body, and suddenly felt that the waves were surging, at this moment, he would definitely be able to punch Long Tian with a few punches, and he should have the strength to fight with the middle stage of the Fortune Capture Realm, if he used the enhanced version of the Da Luo Sword Technique, then it should not be a problem to kill the middle stage of the Luck Capture Realm.

However, Hong Dingwu doesn't know which realm his strength belongs to now, but from the experience of his predecessors, whether it is refining qi or refining the body, he has to go through the process of cutting off the three thousand troubled threads, so Hong Dingwu feels that his realm should belong to the peak of the Xuan Realm, infinitely close to the Breaking Momentum Realm, and defeat the middle stage of the Fortune Winning Realm with the Xuan Realm, it seems that he is indeed a demon who is more demonic than a demon.

At this moment, Hong Dingwu also encountered the same embarrassing situation as the last time, that is, after washing the marrow and cutting the bones, his clothes were shattered into dust, and he stood in front of everyone without a thread.

Ni Qianhan and Leng Xuemei snorted secretly, and then turned around with a red face, although Leng Xuemei had seen it many times, if she was alone with Hong Dingwu, she would not be nervous and shy, but at this moment, with so many people standing next to her, she would be a little embarrassed.

And Ni Qianhan secretly said in her heart, "It seems that you don't have to worry about your daughter's happy life in the future." ”

Fortunately, there were still clothes intact at the scene, otherwise Hong Dingwu would have to run back to Leng's house with his bare buttocks, so he hurriedly picked it up and put it on, covering his embarrassment.

At this moment, a thick black gas rose from Linyang City, and a large array enveloped the entire Linyang City, and two hours had arrived, the corpse demon array began to operate, and the slaughter of the city began.

Everyone's faces became extremely solemn, and they didn't need to open their mouths in the cold wind, everyone rose from the ground in unison and rushed towards Linyang City.

Unlike everyone flying elegantly in the sky, Hong Dingwu kept rising and falling on the trunk of the tree, and his speed was very fast, chasing the cold wind with the highest strength.

Along the way, the towering trees were trampled to the ground by Hong Dingwu.

Leng Chun turned his head to Leng Xuemei and asked, "Miss, is the master of the second prince really the predecessor of the Canglan Sword Immortal?"

Leng Xuemei, who originally knew Hong Dingwu's life experience very well, looked at Hong Dingwu, who was like a tiger below, and couldn't help but hesitate, "It should be...... Right. ”

Whether it is a sword immortal or a little sword immortal, there is always an elegant and chic temperament, how can there be such a bold and wild as Hong Dingwu.

In Linyang City, the corpse demon array sealed the city, and the people in the city were panicked and wailed all over the field.

On the walls of Linyang City, there were 10,000 guards of the Leng Mansion.

The city is full of corpse soldiers and demons, most of the citizens have been transferred to the inner city, and those who have not been able to enter the inner city have been slaughtered by the corpse soldiers and demons and joined the ranks of the corpse soldiers.

At this moment, the corpse soldiers and demons are attacking the inner city of Linyang City, trying to break through the city.

Leng Xue Ge stood on the tower of the inner city, looking at the corpse soldiers and demons below, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, without the slightest hint of worry.

"Frozen for thousands of miles. Leng Xuege said.

I saw that as soon as his words fell, countless ice filled the inner and outer cities in an instant, and all the corpse soldiers and demons were instantly frozen. The guards at the head of the city also felt the cold air was overwhelming, wrapped their collars, and looked at Leng Xuege with shocked faces, they never dreamed that Leng Xuege would have such a means, and they would become a prophecy?

"The flames are blazing. Leng Xuege said again.

Suddenly, countless blazing flames suddenly appeared on the ground outside the city, and the ice was gone, and the fire was like a song. Alternating between hot and cold, countless cracks appeared on the bodies of all soldiers and demons below the realm of first-class masters.

"The wind is blowing. Leng Xue Ge shouted angrily again.

The wind suddenly rose, and the cracked soldiers and demons were suddenly blown away in the air.

The guards of the cold mansion were stunned, it was the first time they had seen such a way of fighting, and they could wipe out the enemy invisibly with a few words casually, and this kind of combat method was too penetrating.

The next moment, I saw that there was a problem in the Leng Xue singer, and the pen was flowing with this aura, which was very good-looking.

Leng Xue Ge picked up the pen and sketched a few times in the air, only to see a huge mountain of gold appear outside the city, a mountain of gold piled up, shining with golden light, extremely dazzling.

Under the infiltration of demonic qi for many years, the demon's mind has long become no longer firm, and at this moment, seeing such a golden mountain appear in front of him, all the demon masters are flocking to the golden mountain.

On the contrary, because the corpse holding sect majored in cultivating souls, and the soldiers themselves were a pile of dead things, the soldiers basically stood in place and were not moved by the golden mountain. Of course, there are also some masters of the Corpse Pulling Sect who are not strong enough, and they command the corpse soldiers to rush to the Golden Mountain.

When all the masters ran up to the golden mountain, Leng Xue Ge waved his pen, and the golden mountain suddenly changed into a knife mountain, and endless sharp blades stood on top of the knife mountain, and the endless knife intent strangled the demons and corpse soldiers to the point of being decent, wailing all over the field.

The demons have used the Heavenly Divine Trick one after another to survive in the Sword Mountain.

Then, Leng Xuege once again took the pen and sketched in the air, the knife mountain disappeared from the ground, and a clear lake appeared next to it, and dozens of young girls with graceful bodies frolicking in the water in the lake.

The eyes of the demons who had just survived the Sword Mountain turned red again, their wheezing was as heavy as that of an ox, and one by one they plunged into the lake as if they were dying.

There are also many guards on the city wall who are also red-eyed, and they also want to jump over the wall, obviously confused by the young girl in the lake.

Leng Xue Ge hurriedly waved his hand, a gust of cold wind drifted by, and those guards instantly recovered from their lost state, and looked at each other with palpitations, their faces covered with cold sweat.