The hoofs of the wind-chasing horse, which is humane, stepped on the head of Wu Fei and trampled into the soil.

"Wu Fei is actually dead?!"

Above the sea of clouds, King Lei Peng and King Icefalcon are both half-step cultivators of refining the virtual realm, and they can't get much benefit in front of Ouyang Gong, the master of the Tianwei Mansion, who is a powerful person in the virtual realm, not to mention that there is a Zhuge Sect master who is proficient in equipment and is almost a humanoid fort. The "couple", whose original intention was only to help the ground beast tide contain the combat power of defending the city, immediately gave up the idea of continuing to consume Ouyang Gong after seeing Wu Fei's head cut off by the sword of the young sword immortal who was born out of nowhere.

Even Wu Fei, who was the commander of the beast tide, was dead, why did they stay here? Do they want to wash their necks and wait to be killed by the Terran Sword Immortal?

Where there is life, there is hope.

Especially the Ice Falcon King Bingji, when she saw that Wu Fei's scarlet lips that had given her great pleasure were crushed by the sword fairy's sword, she gritted her mouth full of silver teeth with hatred.

Just as they were about to lead the clan back to Changhe Mountain when they broke away from Ouyang Gong's attack range, an unusually tall beast shadow suddenly appeared at the end of the beast tide.

The beast shadow was shrouded in a red blood mist, and it was impossible to see the face, but the unique domineering momentum made the two of them tremble like chaff all over their bodies.

"Escape, Lei Peng, Ice Falcon, you are so bold. ”

The wings of the Lei Peng King and the Ice Falcon King trembled violently, and they rolled down in embarrassment in front of the tall beast figure, unable to say anything, only kowtowing vigorously like pounding garlic.

Any explanation pales in at the moment.

The tall beast shadow walked out of the red blood mist, and it was the Demon King of Changhe Mountain on the side of the Shock-Heaven Demon Tiger, the Heaven Killer Demon Tiger did not have the slightest forgiveness for his subordinates who dared to disobey his will, and a tiger palm that seemed to be the force of the mountain fell smashed the Lei Peng King into a puddle of minced meat, leaving only the demon pill similar to the monk Yuanying, which was sucked into his mouth by his mouth, and then there was a tingling sound sounding on the scalp.

The king of demon birds who once commanded the sky was reduced to someone else's belly in this way, and the ice falcon king, who was the wife of King Lei Peng but was actually the concubine of the demon tiger who killed the sky, could not afford to kowtow.

The Heaven Slayer Demon Tiger patted Bing Ji's bloodless face, and then stepped on the beautiful and moving woman's head into the dirt with a single kick, a little harder, leaving only her neck outside, and said in a cold tone: "If it weren't for the face of your cheap maid who carefully served the deity night and night, you could go to the Yellow Spring to see your old friend now." ”

The tide of millions of beasts stopped the momentum of the siege, and without exception, they crawled on the ground, giving everyone on the upper floor of the North City whose blood plasma was so thick that it submerged the soles of their feet a chance to breathe.

"Great Mercy and Great Compassion" Since the Changhe Mountain Demon King, who spared the Lei Peng clan and the Ice Falcon King, is on the battlefield, it is natural that Xianyang City will be destroyed.

This well-deserved overlord in Changhe Mountain looked at the Heaven Killer, spit out three good words in a row, and said fiercely at the corners of his mouth: "I didn't expect that there is a remnant of the Heaven Devouring Tiger of the same clan as the deity here, and if you look carefully at your flesh and blood, it seems that there is still the essence left by the human race?" If the deity can refine your flesh and blood and tiger bones for his own use, it must not be difficult to break through the late stage of refining the virtual realm. ”

Killing Heaven was covered in a little fried hair, and this old beast gave him the feeling of extreme danger.

His gaze fell on Chang Xi on the side again, but it was rare for the Sky Slayer Demon Tiger to be a little uncertain. When this young sword immortal rode his horse and was invincible in the beast tide, he began to pay attention to this person. Until this sword fairy cut off Wu Fei's good head with a sword, he didn't have the idea of saving this once capable general.

Although this Wu Fei is indeed a good hand at leading the Splitting Land Jin Zhaohu clan to fight, and has made countless achievements, he can also be satisfied with his all-encompassing service after being summoned into the palace on weekdays and nights. In particular, the sucking and spitting of the two full red lips is the most difficult to control, which is very different from the ice and fire style of the ice and fire that the ice falcon king Bingji is good at. It's just that Wu Fei's hidden ambition was unintentionally found out by him in the bed and love.

On the side of the couch, the Heaven Slayer Demon Tiger who could not allow others to sleep soundly naturally could not leave her.

Although this young sword immortal, who had never been seen before, seemed to have a combat power far beyond the half-step refining realm, the Heaven Slayer Demon Tiger, who had been immersed in the middle of the refining realm for a long time, did not pay too much attention, his fangs protruded, and he sneered at Chang Xi: "If you still want to be able to hold a sword in your hand in the future, and now you cut off an arm by yourself, how far you can roll, and the deity will spare your life." ”

Chang Xi, who was sitting on horseback, grinned and did not move.

The huge body of the Heaven Slayer Demon Tiger rolled up the fishy wind, and the tiger claws came behind Chang Xi as soon as they pounced, and the claws were like thunder. Shame on you, then stay here completely!

Chang Xi, who was an unknown prophet, turned over and jumped up, the sword scabbard slapped on the horse's buttocks chasing the wind, and the extremely humane horse knew that continuing to stay here would only distract the Shura King, raised the horse's hooves and bowed his head, arching the Heaven Killing next to him that had not yet reacted to his back, and immediately spread his legs and ran, stepping on the ghost fire with his hooves, and running straight back to the Xianyang City Gate.

Chang Xi flashed a huge tiger claw with a pungent smell sideways in the air, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, the red shadow, light and frost in his sleeve turned into sword light of different colors and approached the Demon King's face.

It was not the first time that the Sky Slayer Demon Tiger had fought with the Terran swordsman, and the latter had all died, so he also knew a lot about the Terran Sword Cultivator's moves, and knew that the Terran Sword Cultivator had more than one sword. Sure enough, when the sword light flashed in the sleeve robe of the black-robed young man, the powerful qi and demonic power that had been accumulated on the body of the Heaven Slayer Demon Tiger for a long time exploded, like thunder rolling on the ground.

Hanguang, the fastest sword speed, reached three inches in front of the Sky Slayer Demon Tiger's forehead, hovering and trembling, but he couldn't finish the remaining three inches of distance no matter what, and he couldn't save it again. The rest of the red shadow and clear frost were even more unbearable, and they were stirred by the viscous qi machine five inches away from the heart and the demon pill.

The Heaven Slaying Demon Tiger, who was able to resist the three swords with only the surging qi machine, was determined in his heart.

Chang Xi, who had three swords of the sword, was not in a hurry or impatient, and with another wave of his sleeves, Bugong and Xinghuazhi also joined the battle. With the blessing of the sword bell in the sea of knowledge, the strength of the divine thought is only higher than that of Chang Xi, who is only in the realm of refining the void, has already reached the point where the concentration of the divine thought is like training, and he simply let go of his hand to control the five swords and defeat the enemy together. The power and power of the five swords are not much inferior to the swords he holds with his own hands, and it is already the magnificent style of the mastery of the sword.

But Chang Xi was not satisfied with this kind of swordsmanship, which was already an immortal method in the eyes of mortals, because when he was on Kunlun Mountain, the master had tapped and told him.

On top of the imperial sword technique, there is also the real kendo pinnacle realm that even he and Kunlun Zi have not had a clue for a hundred years.

Where the heart goes, where the sword goes.