The spear that Xue Xuan threw with all his might was faster than the heavy sword!

Maybe Xue Xuan's shot was too unexpected and too imposing.

Maybe the power of the heavy sword to the city lord of Zhenyuan was too strong, so he didn't have time to take care of it.

In short, the spear successfully penetrated the layer of aura defense armor on his body, pierced through the skin, penetrated the bones, and then the red and white spears all pierced out from the other end along with Xue Xuan's spear.

Zheng!

This spear with undiminished killing intent pierced through the city lord of Zhenyuan and nailed it to the high wall of the city lord's mansion, and the heavy sword also fell at this moment.

But now the city lord of Zhenyuan is already exhausted, his eyes are as big as eggs, and his face is full of disbelief, how can he have the strength to resist this earth-shattering sword.

No matter how sharp the epee is, it is still a heavy sword.

Therefore, when the heavy sword falls, it does not cause a slashing effect, but a similar effect to smashing.

Flesh Splash!

Ling Yongkang was covered in blood, he didn't know if it was his own blood or the Zhenyuan City Lord's, and the glimmer of light that had just flashed in his eyes turned gloomy at this moment.

That kind of bleakness in life where I don't know where to go.

Xue Xuan didn't know why the person in front of him would defect, maybe it was his conscience, but he didn't let down his guard.

The gun was out of his hand, but he still had a punch.

"He's not involved in any of these things, so be it. ”

Yiming put the sword back into the sheath, Ling Yongkang had been seriously injured by him, and his whole body was pierced by countless wounds, and more importantly, under such an injury, he could still repent because of his words, and sacrificed part of his life, slashing the city lord of Zhenyuan.

Now in Yiming's heart, this person is already equipped with a sword.

The swordsman, the gentleman in the world, walks with benevolence and righteousness, as it should be.

Since Yiming said this, Xue Xuan also let down the guard in his heart, bypassed Ling Yongkang, and pulled out the spear nailed to the wall, the mood in his heart was inexplicably melancholy and empty, and the revenge was avenged, and then what?

How did the people of this city settle?

What to do with the many remaining soldiers?

Headache......

Walking into the city lord's mansion with Yiming, and explaining to many miserable women, when these women learned that the city lord of Zhenyuan was dead, they all cried with joy, hugged their heads and cried, only God knows what inhuman tragedy they experienced during this time.

"Why is there still a prison in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Xue Xuan walked around the huge City Lord's Mansion twice, and found that there were actually several prisons in the backyard, where all kinds of people were imprisoned, but as far as he knew, the City Lord's Mansion was equivalent to the City Lord's private residence, and it was also a place to run errands, but the prison cells could not be in the City Lord's Mansion.

"Engong, the people in the prison are all soldiers or officers who have resisted the atrocities of the city lord, and in order to prevent unrest in the army, they are only imprisoned and not killed. ”

A woman who was crying on the ground raised her tearful face like a pear blossom and explained to Xue Xuan lightly, looking at Xue Xuan with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Ahem, how come there is still a Taoist priest here......

Old Dao, how did you get in?"

Xue Xuan's old face was a little red at the woman's gaze, he didn't plan to think about the matter of men and women so early, so he coughed embarrassedly twice and changed the topic to fool the past, and then broke the cage lock of the Taoist priest in front of him with a gun.

"Am I old?"

From the moment Xue Xuan and Yiming stepped into the backyard, the old Taoist's attention was on these two people, but to his surprise, Yiming on these two people was a little eye-catching, and they were dressed in white and came out of the dust, while the young man was ordinary.

The last time Jiangxing was born, was it a year ago?

Millennium?10,000 years?

At that time, not to mention vigorous, at least he was a handsome character, and this seemingly ordinary young man was actually a general......

What has changed in this world?

"Not old, you look like you're in your eighties, and you haven't said why you were arrested. ”

Xue Xuan smiled, I don't know why this old Taoist priest asked this sentence, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao of life, old age, sickness and death, only those walking corpses do not enter this Dao, he can be so relieved to release the old Taoist first, it is precisely because this old Taoist priest does not have a trace of the characteristics of a cultivator.

In his old age, he shows his old age.

"What happened to this Eastern Continent? Taoist priest, I just returned from traveling in the Western Regions Desert, and I was arrested, and I don't know why I was arrested!"

The old Taoist priest stroked his white beard, his expression was so excited that the stars flew around, he didn't speak before and disdained to say, then he found that this young man was quite cute, and he was willing to say a few more words, by the way, to inquire about the situation in the outside world.

"Old Taoist, dare to ask your Dao number?"

Xue Xuan was interested, this old way was also quite interesting, there were very few Taoist priests in the Eastern Continent, and he actually met someone who had just returned from the Western Desert in this remote Zhenyuan City, which made him vigilant and raised a lot.

Can come out of the vast desert alone, does a seventy or eighty-year-old Taoist priest have this ability?

But...... Xue Xuan really didn't notice the slightest trace of cultivation from him, and the old Taoist priest in front of him was like a mortal.

"Hehe, don't hide it from the young man, my peers and acquaintances all call me Tongtian Dao Ancestor!

"What the hell? Cowhide blows through the sky......"

Xue Xuan stuck out his tongue, this old Taoist priest also didn't have a few words of truth, he didn't have much ability, and the cowhide was blowing through the sky.

"Since you don't believe it, then call me Pudaoren, the name of a long time ago. ”

Pudaoren's tone was a little embarrassed, as if he hadn't said this name for a long time, and his eyes were fluttering, as if he remembered something.

"Ordinary Taoist, this name is suitable for you, I'll go first!"

Xue Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he pulled Yiming out with a smile, and Yiming was explaining the death of the Zhenyuan City Lord to those who were imprisoned in the prison, when he was suddenly pulled away by Xue Xuan, seeing Xue Xuan glaring at him, Yiming didn't speak, just walked out of the backyard quietly.

Why did Ichiaki leave in such a hurry, because of the hint of the mysterious spirit......

And it's crazy tips!

The natal soul lamp in his body kept trembling, as if it was about to smash his meridians, and the phantom of the mysterious soul also kept reminding him in his sea of consciousness, telling him to go quickly, this old way is an extremely dangerous person!

Xue Xuan believed this hint without a trace of hesitation, because the life of this mysterious soul was bound to him, and if he was in danger of dying, then this mysterious soul would suddenly dissipate.

"This old Taoist priest is very dangerous, go back first!"

Pulling Yiming to walk quickly to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, he whispered to Yiming.

"What about the people of the city? There are still a lot of surviving soldiers, and if no one controls them, this kind of tragedy will happen again!"

Yiming was a little anxious, he believed in Xue Xuan's judgment, but he couldn't let go of the people in the city.

"Eh, two young heroes, you haven't told me what happened in the Eastern Continent! What happened to the Nangong Dynasty?"

Just when the two of them hesitated, this old man chased him out of the backyard, but there was nothing special about it, it was the posture of a mortal running, and because he was old, his pace looked a little staggering.