Feng Qingtong had one person and one sword, did not stop for a moment, kicked under his feet, and stabbed at Chen Shengwei, the general who protected the country, with no intention of staying at all, and his spiritual power flowed, wrapping the entire sword body.

"Shaft An dare?!"

Chen Shengwei jumped up, and a magic weapon was already floating beside him, and as soon as he grasped it, he fell high, and the momentum was loud, and the front hit straight down.

With a loud bang, the two of them crashed into the air, and their spiritual power overflowed, as if a violent wind was rolling up out of thin air.

Feng Qingtong's eyes turned black like a demon, and he slanted his sword suddenly, and he directly threw Chen Shengwei out. With the help of landing, Feng Qingtong kicked under his feet, and the speed was better than before, and he continued to go up without stopping!

Chen Shengwei was thrown off, where did the powerful sword just now resemble a ghost's hidden dark attribute? It was clearly brute force! For a moment, his blood surged, and he only had time to shout:

"Retreat from the Divine Rise Realm, don't take the sword until you reach the Transformation Realm!"

As a result, the remaining five Transformation Realm Grandmasters no longer dared to underestimate the enemy. For a while, there was some common hatred and hatred, and they were faintly in each other's positions, and they looked at the fierce black dragon that came in a rage.

"Kill the enemy with me!" Hou Guangjun of the distant mountains shouted angrily, and swept forward with a huge sword.

Chen Shengwei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth under the jade steps, revealing a smile of unknown meaning:

"Guangjun, it turns out that you are still a true loyal minister. ”

His face was completely gloomy:

"Today, it's over!"

Guangjun got up more and more, and what he expected was that the other four people around him all stopped in place, and the qi implication just now also dissipated.

They are all members of the national teacher, how can they still stop this madman today?

Guangjun has no regrets, and the long knife does not stay, and Wuguang County is worthy of the title of marquis!

The swords clashed, and a huge light flickered, and Guangjun was slashed to the ground, vomiting blood for a while. He flipped to his feet, and when he looked in, a golden-faced swordsman had fallen down the steps with him.

Without saying much to ask for identity, the white figure did not stop for a moment, and the black dragon roared, still rolling towards the golden throne sitting high behind the curtain.

"Wang Sui, you are just in this situation?!"

A black sword slammed through the throne, the tip of the sword peeking out from behind the seat, blood dripping down its face.

On top of the seat, the emperor grinned, his mouth full of blood, making him look a little hideous. He used his last strength to lift the curtain, and it was a face that Feng Qingtong was completely unfamiliar with.

I saw him looking straight at Feng Qingtong's face, a mouth, and blood foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth:

"Let's go!"

With his last strength, the emperor gently pushed away Feng Qingtong, who was completely stunned, and made him shift his body slightly.

A golden arrow feather broke through the air from a distance, instantly piercing Feng Qingtong's chest, and a string of blood was dragged and sprayed onto the emperor's face, and at this time, he had already swallowed his breath.

Feng Qingtong was saved by the person he killed, and at this time, his chest was pierced by a feather arrow, he was still expressionless, let go of the long sword in his hand, and muttered to himself:

"Wang Sui mistook me ......"

It was not Wang Sui who died on the throne. In other words, it is not the Wang Sui he knows.

When everyone was shocked and lost their minds, Su Shangqing suddenly burst out, and at that moment, a sword passed through Chen Shengwei's chest!

Guangjun didn't have time to think about it at this time, and flew directly to the outside of the palace, just before Su Shangqing broke out, he only told him two words: "To the south." "I know that I can't hide in the shadow of the National Teacher's Mansion anymore and stay here

The certain death of Guangjun reacted equally quickly, so he began to flee.

Here, Su Shangqing pulled out his sword, didn't stop at all, turned around, pulled out the sword, and stabbed straight at the relatively weak mighty general. Huang Zhan had already reacted at this time, how could he be defenseless?

Su Shangqing's pupils were golden, and his golden spiritual power was surging, and Feng Qingtong was clearly a metamorphosis Extreme Realm! Without sparing any strength, another sword was slashed, and a javelin was instantly split in half, and his master's face was also a distinct blood mark. Huang Zhan's eyes were still wide with anger, but he had lost his breath under this sword.

These two swords shocked everyone and didn't dare to act rashly, Su Shangqing glanced into the distance, Ren Xiang, who was also the four great grandmasters, had already been killed, and behind him were several other border generals of the Transformation Realm who were privately dispatched by the national teacher.

"Qingtong, let's go!"

Feng Qingtong woke up at this time, pulled out his long sword suddenly, jumped up, and was about to go straight away.

Ren Xiang bends his bow and swords, and another sword surges!

Feng Qingtong was on guard at this time, but he was already seriously injured, so he hurriedly raised his sword to block it, and this sword directly blasted him to the ground.

"Stop the Assassin!"

As soon as the surrounding Shenqi Realm people saw that Feng Qingtong had reached this situation, they rushed up and besieged Feng Qingtong's group.

"I'm here to save you!"

Su Shangqing jumped into the urn voluntarily and stood side by side with Feng Qingtong.

Ren Xiang walked in the air against the wind, and took a bow in mid-air, his arm trembled and still pulled the string full, and shouted angrily:

"Medium!"

Su Shangqing was about to raise his breath to meet him, when he suddenly felt a strange force on his shoulder, and hurriedly looked at Feng Qingtong beside him.

Feng Qingtong's eyes were dark, and he suddenly lifted Su Shangqing up, and threw him out of the encirclement:

"Get out!"

Su Shangqing was thrown out of the circle, Feng Qingtong's chest was bleeding, and he gritted his teeth again and lifted his sword.

The golden arrow feather slammed into Feng Qingtong's Falling Cloud Sword with the power of destroying the world, and Feng Qingtong's feet sank two inches deep for a while.

"Give it to me, break!"

Feng Qingtong split the arrow feather in half with a sword, and his whole body was covered in sweat.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, and the Luoyun Sword, which was an artifact, had already broken and became a broken sword.

"People are more important than weapons, and the feather-piercing arrows of the twelve-rank have broken you. ”

Feng Qingtong's momentum soared again, looking at the broken sword, he completely fell into madness:

"You, did you surrender like this?!"

The long sword trembled and shattered on its own, but the sword soul remained in Feng Qingtong's hands. The spiritual power was frantically injected and compressed, and Feng Qingtong used the sword soul as a guide to recast the artifact with endless spiritual power!

"Wang Sui, I still have to help you. ”

Feng Qingtong's eyes were filled with spiritual power, and the evil nature was awe-inspiring.

"Kill!"

A sword slash instantly opened a hole in the crowd. Feng Qingtong jumped up and pounced straight at Ren Xiang, who had no arrows in the air.

"Just by you, you can also be listed among the four great grandmasters?!"

A black spirit sword suddenly transformed, as if it was as high as the sky, and the black giant sword slashed down with a roar of rage!

"Die!"

Ren Xiao was horrified, hurriedly injected the divine bow with spiritual power, and lay it in front of him:

"Come and save me!"

But it was too late, and the black sword split the bow in half, and the silver armor under the bow split it in two.

Feng Qingtong didn't stay for a moment, and flew from the middle of Ren Xiang, who had been turned into two halves

Gone, he is really completely out of oil now.

Everyone behind him was stunned, and for a moment they even looked after him, and it was a long time before someone shouted to chase the assassin.

......

In the National Teacher's Mansion, Situ Qiu, who said that he was sick in the mansion, slapped the corridor pillar next to him with a palm, and his expression was gloomy:

"Hua Qingjian was born, it turns out that he is dead!"

"What a kill and slay the dragon! Long let's give the order, let that group of wastes leave the other two people alone, and only chase that Ximen Yin!"

At this time, thinking of the spy report, Feng Qianmo's martial arts seemed to be passed down by Ximen Yin, and Situ Qiu was even more uneasy, could he really be surnamed Feng?!

Situ Jiurang had already received the order to leave the house, but Situ Qiu stopped him again, and personally carried the ghost scepter, his face gloomy:

"I'll go in person, he can't live!"

Situ Qiu's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, obviously the emperor was dead, and the dragon qi still had the master, why was this?

When he arrived at the palace and knew everything that had happened, Situ Qiu's face became even more embarrassed.

I wanted to force out the old swordsman and let the snipe and clam fight, but I would never take risks, let alone let Wang Sui die and have anything to do with him, so as to prevent the dragon qi from becoming hostile.

But in the battle of the palace, the old swordsman did not exist at all, and the national weapon cloud catching glove did not appear, the dragon qi still had the master, and his control of the military general's power would definitely be weakened countless times because of the death of so many generals......

Situ Qiu looked at the sky outside, regardless of the astrologer's taboo, pinched his fingers and counted, the more Situ Qiu's brows wrinkled, and the backlash made his body tremble a little, but he still didn't mean to stop.

After a long time, Situ Qiu opened his eyes:

"To the north, give me to kill that assassin at all costs!"

Situ Jiurang was already eager to try, and between his eyebrows were ruthless white-shirted long swords, so cultivated, it turned out that he was the account owner of the Zhenbei Jurisdiction, and he had not yet settled accounts with him!

"Take this!"

Situ Jiurang took the ghost scepter, took the men and horses, and headed straight north. In his hand, there was an extra crystal ball, which could point out Feng Qingtong's location. A seriously injured person like a candle in the wind, Situ Jiurang will not underestimate it at all. Looking at the ghost scepter of a few more incarnation realm revenants, Situ Jiurang showed a sickly smile on his face, I don't know if if I put you in, will I also be able to see your face that has become hideous because of pain?

......

Feng Qingtong's clothes were torn, his body was bleeding nonstop, and he was already dizzy as soon as he came out of the Longque Capital. But he still instinctively kept going north to the north, and there was still someone waiting for him. If you don't see it this time, you may never see it again.

Feng Qingtong regretted a little, why did he compromise at that time, what kind of illusory longevity was pursued? Now it is difficult to even see each other again. Now he just wants to see Yu Youwei again, he just wants to be able to talk well, and he can do some things together, anything is fine. Even if it's just sitting and smirking at each other......

......

In the northernmost part, Lin Shanyu, who was supposed to be surnamed Wang, woke up from his sleep suddenly. Trembling all over, he put on a thin coat and went out of the tent, looking south. He couldn't see any celestial phenomena, but there was a strong uneasiness in his heart, and that uneasiness was the shaking of the dragon qi and the throbbing from the depths of the Wang family's blood.

Wang Shanyu entered the tent and got dressed, and when he went out again, he was already neatly dressed, his eyes were deep, and he said to the night vigil soldier in a cold voice: "Prepare the horse." ”

One man and one horse, heading south in the starry night.