Out of the group of soldiers came a priest with a red head, and scolded sharply: "Bold thief, you can be captured before you are restrained, under this bright and clear world, you can't be wild, Wang Feng goes, the grass and trees are ministers, Erqi-"

The gray-robed man laughed and looked at Tiandao: "Where is Lang Lang Qiankun?"

The wind rose, and there were big dark clouds in the southeast corner that began to drift over, and the long wind drove the clouds, which made it rain.

Fang Shisan stood at the top of the building, feeling that an eerie aura was approaching behind him. He was wondering, was the gray-robed man in front of him Ma Feng?

The sky that had been shining under the scorching sun at first suddenly began to rain, which startled Oshiji, who had just acted on behalf of the sky. He has never been so passive, God is not beautiful, and he has made a big heel.

Abbot still gushed to himself: "Erqi's sin is also-"

Fang Thirteen knew that he was about to die, and he didn't dare to stay longer, just one hand pointed at the sword, and a red sword light slashed towards the gray-robed man.

This seemed to be just an introduction, and in an instant, the world was turned upside down, and the south rumbled like a millstone, and there were cultivators who were jumping between heaven and earth.

"The Hercules Sutra" pours my qi into the sea with the vitality of heaven and earth, and learns to shake the heavens and the earth, and exists in a state of access to heaven and earth. Ma Feng is in the south, so who is this gray-robed man in front of him?

The red sword light was connected by the gray-robed man with a sword, the sword skeleton sword head white bone sword body, and there was a faint yellow "A" word on the sword body, which was the armor sword of the four swords of the corpse, and this corpse armor sword should belong to the Qinglong Law Envoy Wang Dingguo.

As soon as the armor sword came out, half of the soldiers fell in an instant, and the blood on the ground was already flowing, and the head of the oshiji was in a different place, and one eye jumped out because of the burst of blood vessels.

This Wang Dingguo is a native of the East China Sea, his ancestors moved to the West Sea in his early years, and he has been contaminated in the barbarian group since he was a child, and his temperament is vicious and murderous. Five years ago, when the Yin Cao Difu was built, he fought with a sword, and once killed Fang Shisan's beloved disciple An Donkey, who was still angry, and destroyed the door at night, killing An Donkey's whole family.

Fang Thirteen was furious and wanted to show him to the public.

Ma Feng said so badly that he finally persuaded Wang Dingguo to take his life. For the sake of the overall situation, Fang 13 would not cause civil strife and give Ma Feng a face, so he changed his decision and put Wang Dingguo in the prison of the Netherworld Mansion and imprisoned him for life.

Six months ago, there was civil strife in the Netherworld Underworld, and the Muni sects were divided into two factions, and Wang Dingguo was released by Ma Feng and re-sealed the Qinglong Envoy, and when the two sides fought, this person killed a lot of his own right-hand man.

Thinking of this, Fang 13 no longer hesitated, and jumped behind him in an instant, Wang Dingguo came back to his senses, a sword backstabbed, Fang 13's sword pointed at the tip of the corpse armor sword, and there were three explosions of "wilderness" around him, a burst of smoke and dust rose, and the houses in this alley cracked one after another.

Without a commander and too many of the dead and wounded soldiers, they soon became a rabble, fighting separately, and when they reacted to the situation in front of them, they felt that two gusts of mighty wind were blowing in their faces, and the two sword cultivators stirred up this side of the storm, they were all shocked, and they retreated again and again to ask Xue Song's rescuers.

Fang Thirteen's face was getting closer and closer to Wang Dingguo, even if Wang Dingguo's mask was modeled on his own, but that look and demeanor were not destined to be himself.

"I'm Sword Emperor Fang Thirteen, what kind of dog are you, dare to come and impersonate me?" Fang Thirteen's face took another step forward, and the sword finger forced the corpse armor sword to circle a little more.

Wang Dingguo's hands were already clenching the sword, but they still couldn't resist Fang Thirteen's fingers.

The purple light behind him was loud, and the heavens and the earth thundered like thunder, and Fang Thirteen only felt that the air in his ears was whirring and flowing, and a strong and domineering force hit his back.

"Muni Emperor be careful!"

Drinking together, Fang Shisan felt that a person behind him had slapped himself on his back, and the person who came was the Heavenly King of Guangde in the East China Sea.

At first, after Guangde slapped Ma Feng, he felt that his heart, liver, gallbladder and lungs were shattered, and he barely used his vitality to protect his resistance, but Ma Feng's sword qi still did not stop, and it continued to pour into his body.

When he put the Muni Emperor on his back, he felt that all the sword qi that he couldn't bear was invisibly dissolved, and the sea of qi that was about to explode just now became much bigger in a trance.

Fang 13 used his sword qi to attract Ma Feng's palm power, diverting and dissipating the heavy blow that Guangde had received.

The two sides held each other for dozens of breaths, and all the surrounding houses were overturned, and the entire alley was filled with the sound of whining and wailing and running away without a price.

"The rebel thief Ma Feng is not tied up yet!"

In an instant, the world was clear, the dark clouds began to sweep, and the three kings of Nanhai Guangli, Xihai Guangrun, and Beihai Guangze appeared together, holding the "heaven, earth and man" three-talent sword, beware of a stroke, and the south, northwest, and northwest directions stabbed at the horse wind.

The land could no longer withstand the battle between the two minor grandmaster-level sword cultivators, and it was scattered in all directions, flying and splashing, and the wrinkles of the shatters were like cracks on porcelain.

The four of them faced each other in two directions, and it was actually the sword qi of the two grandmasters, Fang Thirteen and Ma Feng, who fought against each other. These four people were tightly hugged by the sword, regardless of victory or defeat, and there was no disconnection.

The three kings stabbed with all their might, and the winner and loser were only in an instant.

The dark clouds that had just dissipated regathered, and the gloomy aura was thick, and three black lights in the distance quickly rushed to the front, and the three black lights arrived in the south, north, and west, and fought against the three kings in pairs.

The three great envoys of the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Xuanwu stood side by side in front of the three kings, blocking Ma Feng's empty position.

The house had been completely overturned, and the surrounding area had been razed to the ground within three feet.

The sword pressure here is extremely high, and the eye of the wind has formed, and everything around it is starting to squeeze here. The jumping furniture and woodware, the yellow sand and dust, and the large and small pieces of stone were suspended in the sword qi here, surging and tumbling like boiling water.

Looking far away in the city, a pillar of wind rises from the alley, and the dark clouds in the sky begin to connect with it, and at the junction of the wind and the sky, an invisible force is changing the shape of the sky, making it also spiral and move.

Xue Song stood in the lobby, looking at all this worriedly, Cheng Yiyi was still in a half-coma and half-conscious, but he could still support it intermittently, his heart was pounding, and when he woke up to sleep, he suddenly shouted: "Master, Brother Xue, don't go!"

Xue Song took Cheng Yiyi's hand, listened carefully to the report of the visitor, and immediately walked out of the bedroom, only standing in the lobby and saw the pillar of wind that reached the sky, although he was a martial artist, he had been with Cheng Yiyi for many years, and he also knew a lot, looking at this strange feeling is not an ordinary sword cultivator, even a sword thief does not have such a cultivation.

"Alas. ”

Xue Song let out a long sigh, and said in his heart that this was a turbulent era, and he was like duckweed.

"Sir, increase the troops!" said one of the soldiers, cautiously.

Xue Song waved his hand, and then thought of Zhu Mian's documents, but decided not to leave the truth and go to meet these strange people in person for a while.