"I'm not mistaken, that delicate little girl knocked Lu Chengxian over?"

"Is it really Lu Chengxian? Is it the top ten on the Yingjie list? Could it be a parallel import?"

"Didn't you see how majestic he was just now? It's definitely Lu Chengxian. ”

"Doesn't that mean that from now on, this little beauty in green clothes will be the seventh on the new Yingjie list?"

"She looks like she's less than twenty years old, she's definitely a record. ”

"To be able to watch the youngest seventh place in history be born is enough for me to brag about it for the rest of my life. ”

"Anyway, she's so young, she shouldn't be married yet, right? I don't know if my second dog has a chance. ”

"Trouble for your second dog to pee, look in the mirror and then talk. ”

"What the hell do you mean!!

defeated the famous "Tidal Sword" Lu Chengxian in full view, making Zheng Yueting instantly the focus of everyone.

Especially those Tiger Guards who were blocked in the back row and could not directly participate in the attack, they exchanged heads and talked about it.

The green-shirted girl is beautiful, heroic, and her strength is even more eye-catching, how have these men in the army ever seen such an excellent woman, and the words of beauty are endless, and after blowing, there are faint signs that she is praised as a goddess in the army.

Even Zheng Yueting, who has a hearty and generous temperament, can't help but feel a little helpless in the face of such unprecedented attention, and her fair face is slightly red, which adds a bit of charm and softness.

She took a deep breath, calmed down slightly, and then raised the lancet again to fight into the crowd, fighting with the southern Xinjiang army under Wang Meng.

Compared with Zheng Yueting, who is in the limelight, Zhong Wen is a completely different style.

The inexplicable disappearance of those Tianlun masters of the Dangyang Sect was naturally his handiwork.

Thinking that he was already a "famous master", Zhong Wen had no interest in such a thing as "showing his face", but enthusiastically used the "Great Law of Gathering Breath" to sneak attack obscenely, and clearly killed fifteen Tianlun masters with the power of one person, but except for Lu Chengxian, who had already fainted, no one around was unexpectedly unaware.

At this time, the masters of the Dangyang faction on the field were left with Lu Jiaojiao, who was still fighting with Suzaku.

Zhong Wen's gaze unconsciously fell on the Southern Xinjiang Army under Wang Meng.

As a result, the masters in the Southern Xinjiang Army also began to "disappear" one after another, and soon there was no trace of the Heavenly Wheel cultivators.

At this point, not only the Southern Xinjiang Army, but even the side of the Tiger Guards defending the city began to realize this strange phenomenon, only to feel that the original "hell mode" like battle has actually become an ordinary mode, and there is a tendency to gradually develop into a simple mode.

"Be careful, it's Zhong Wen who is playing tricks!" Lu Chengxian, who had fainted on the ground, woke up and screamed at some point.

Although he didn't care about the life or death of the Southern Xinjiang Army, he also knew that once Wang Meng was defeated, he would have no luck.

It was only at this moment that he finally realized the importance of friendly forces, and he remembered to remind his teammates loudly.

However, at this time, the masters on the rebel side of the field had already been lost, and although Zhong Wen was keen on hiding and playing, he was not interested in sneaking up on ordinary cultivators below the Heavenly Wheel again.

He kicked his legs, jumped high, and the white figure drew a vigorous curve in the air, and plunged into the sea of people of the Southern Xinjiang Army.

"Kill him!"

Seeing that the enemy took the initiative to crash in, the officers and men of the Southern Xinjiang Army naturally did not be polite, and raised their swords one after another, leaving him surrounded by water.

It is said that even the most powerful cultivator would not deliberately let himself fall into a heavy encirclement, but Zhong Wen seemed to have no scruples, his hands behind his back, wandering among the army at will, his posture was free and easy, and he walked leisurely.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

Wherever his white figure went, there would always be a sound of swords entering the flesh, and then pieces of soldiers fell to the ground, but Zhong Wen's hands were still behind his back, and he did not make any attack movements, and the swords inserted in the officers and soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang Army were all from friendly forces.

This strange situation lasted for a while, and the southern Xinjiang soldiers, who had already lost the Tianlun master and were in an extremely weak position, finally began to collapse, and could no longer bear this indescribable mental torture.

"Hell!!"

A soldier with a slightly weak willpower yelled, turned his head and ran.

was opened by him, and the soldiers who were already frightened could no longer care about being reserved, and rushed towards the outside of the city at a speed of 100 meters.

"Come back! Who dares to be a deserter, there will be no mercy!" Wang Meng was shocked when he saw this, and stopped him hoarsely.

However, the rout has been achieved, in a chaos, where does anyone pay attention to him, in a moment, in addition to Wang Meng and Lu Jiaojiao, the two masters of the heavenly wheel, the rebels who attacked the south gate turned out to be gone, leaving Zhong Wen standing alone in place, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the blue sky, and posing in a lonely posture of seeking defeat.

With such a distraction, Wang Meng's marksmanship showed a slight flaw, Xue Pingxi seized the opportunity, his hand rose and fell, and with a light sound of "click", the dragon slayer knife and the spear finally had their first head-to-head confrontation.

This silver spear, which had followed Wang Meng for nearly twenty years, was cut in two like tofu, and it could not hinder the momentum of the dragon slaying knife in the slightest.

Wang Meng's face changed, he knew that something was wrong, and it was too late to change his moves, and he saw a spiritual dragon slamming into his chest with the terrifying momentum of devouring the sky and the earth.

He only felt that his chest was under the force of ten thousand jun, the breath in his body was disordered, the blood flowed backwards, and he didn't even know how many bones were broken, the blood in his mouth was soaring, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, Wang Meng, who originally had a little contempt for Xue Pingxi, finally understood why this young man with a somewhat clumsy move could be ranked in the top ten on the list.

Except for a few demons, cultivators in the world generally can't escape an iron law, that is:

Agility and strength are often inversely proportional!

Don't look at the previous fight for so long, Xue Pingxi can't catch up with Wang Meng's speed at all, for power-type heroes, as long as they hit, the battle is over.

Wang Meng was lying on the ground on all fours and panting hard, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth kept oozing blood, his chest rose and fell sharply, his body was completely incapacitated, and the two short guns had already flown out of his hands, one east and one west scattered on the ground.

I'm sorry, Lord Doge, but I've done my best.

He slowly closed his eyes, the muscles in his body were no longer tense, and he let Xue Pingxi's violent spiritual power rage in his body, savoring the heartache caused by the heavy injury.

"Zhong Wen, what are you doing?" Zheng Yueting waited for a long time, and saw that Zhong Wen was still standing in the open space on the inside of the city gate, and finally couldn't help asking.

"No, nothing, I'm thinking about it. Zhong Wen's face turned red, he couldn't say that he was actually pretending, so he could only say perfunctory casually.

This girl's aesthetics are not very good, and she didn't even notice how handsome my posture was.

He was deeply dissatisfied with Zheng Yueting's dullness, and felt that he had concave this shape for a long time, and he was completely flattering and thrown to the blind man, with no sense of accomplishment.

"What are we going to do next?" The green-shirted girl didn't understand the messy thoughts in his mind, and asked softly, and when she said the word "we", her voice unconsciously carried a hint of tenderness, "Do you want to support Qiqi and them?"

Being watched by the girl's bright big eyes, Zhong Wen was inexplicably a little happy in his heart: "It's okay, those two Lingzun bosses don't know when they will be able to distinguish the winner, there is only one woman left in the rebels here, and they can't figure out any tricks if they think about it, now rush to the imperial city, maybe ......."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

The cells in the body seem to be telling themselves that there is danger!

However, the powerful perception of the Heavenly Wheel level spread out, but it did not find the slightest abnormality.

Immediately afterwards, he watched Zheng Yueting's expression change from a smile to consternation, and then to anxiety and fear.

"Be careful!"

The girl seemed to have exhausted all her strength before she reluctantly opened her lips and spit out these two words.

At this time, Zhong Wen finally felt a powerful momentum coming from behind him.

Under this terrifying power that surpassed the level of the Heavenly Wheel, he only felt that the spiritual power in his body instantly became extremely sluggish, difficult to circulate, and his body seemed to be under heavy pressure, his legs and feet sank, and he almost fell to his knees.

"Boy, you're very capable. A mournful voice sounded from behind him.

Under the strong external pressure, the "Purple Qi from the East" in Zhong Wen's body operated autonomously, and bursts of purple smoke surrounded him.

The spiritual power in his body resumed its flow, but the offensive of the person who spoke behind him had arrived, and Zhong Wen was about to use his spiritual skills to dodge, but it was too late.

The dignified Lingzun boss actually attacked my heavenly wheel!

A moment ago, he was still sneaking up on others, but he didn't expect the news to come so quickly, Zhong Wen was so angry in his heart, and in desperation, he had to tense the muscles of his whole body, intending to carry the attack of the Lingzun boss behind him.

However, the next scene was unexpected.

Zheng Yueting, who was originally standing in front of Zhong Wen, shook her feet, and her body turned into a green phantom, appearing behind him at an unprecedented alarming speed, and the lancet in her hand exuded a shocking momentum, facing the sneak attacker.

"Don't go!"

Zhong Wen turned around anxiously, and happened to see a middle-aged man about fifty years old standing in the air, the white robe on his body fluttering in the wind, his right hand swaying wantonly, easily resisting the knife qi emitted by Zheng Yueting, and his left hand turned into a sharp palm force, hitting the heart of the girl in green hard.

"Poof!" Bearing the palm of the Lingzun boss head-on, Zheng Yueting's face was like gold paper in an instant, her mouth spit blood, and her delicate body flew straight out, the speed was actually a few points faster than when she came, and she slammed on the outer wall of a house in the distance, and then fell heavily to the ground, motionless, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

The overly powerful force of the collision made the wall of the house deeply dented, and a slender female figure was engraved, which looked from a distance and was no different from Zheng Yueting herself.

"Tingting!"

At this moment, Zhong Wen's eyes cracked, his voice was hoarse, blood rushed to the top of his head, and he felt a "buzz", and even his consciousness became blurred.