The speed of that fiery red figure was astonishingly fast.

In just an instant, it smashed into the army of the three battalions from outside the line of the border of Xiguan in the Western Regions, Liang Liang's bare feet suddenly stopped the momentum of advance, and stepped out of the snow with one foot, and there was a sudden explosion of snow, the snow boiled all over the sky, and the invisible void flame danced with it.

Ren Pingsheng carried the sword box on his back, and at this moment, the palm that was gently patting the side of the horse's cheek was slightly forced, causing the horses under Jiang Qingyi's seat to jump up in fright and quickly rush towards the rear of the team.

"Formation—"

Jiang Qingyi's roaring voice resounded at the border of Xiguan.

The three battalions of the army, the middle line was quickly adjusted, and the upper and lower two long lines, after hearing this roar, had moved closer to it as quickly as possible.

Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun were extremely surprised, they had just returned to the formation.

When their eyes moved to the red-clothed woman who was still far away at the last moment, and had already rushed towards the thousand-strong army in the middle line at the next moment, they suddenly thought of the lord of the demon clan in the Western Regions.

The master of the Book of Mountains and Seas.

Almost at the same time in their minds, the two of them took the same string as Jiang Qingyi.

Why is there no demonic energy in the border of the Western Regions?

Classic of Mountains and Seas...... Can block demonic energy.

No one dared to think that the woman holding the Classic of Mountains and Seas was actually crazy and really came to the border of Xiguan in person.

Look at this stance......

Could it be that one person is going to try to break the base?

Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun didn't dare to think about it.

They can't understand the world of demons.

What made them tremble was that the big red figure rushed into the army, first bumped into a thin swordsman, and smashed the thin swordsman, even with the sword box, directly into the black armor tide.

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The Nine Hatred Sword Box that Ren Pingsheng was lying across his chest was almost shattered.

The two strands of black hair on his sideburns turned white in an instant, and he held the perfect sword qi in his body, and he no longer stuck to his body.

The Grandmaster's Realm.

The thin swordsman shattered the ends of the Nine Hates sword box with both hands, and grabbed the ends of the scabbard.

The woman in red on the other side of the sword box did not slowly shrink the plain white jade hand that was pressed on the sword box and now had nowhere to place.

The West Demon's face was calm and he looked around.

She has been pushed into the back of the midline.

The thin swordsman in front of him was a little stronger than when they met in the South China Sea Holy Society.

But it's fine.

Liang Liang stretched his five fingers slightly, and an extremely faint and narrow flame swept out from his fingertips.

If you don't look closely, the wisps of flame that wrap around your fingertips are indistinguishable from the breeze.

Suzaku is weak.

One person and one demon fought directly in the camp.

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The West Demon suddenly stepped out, the white and naked soles of his feet, and the invisible void flames cracked, these fires were not the same as those wrapped around his fingertips, but they were just fleeting, like the red flames splashed by the copper furnace when the blacksmith chiseled a fencing weapon.

The great demon on the eight-foot mountain in the Western Regions is affected by bloodline, and the great sages of the demon clan in ancient times are all great cultivators with transcendent physiques without exception, and the inheritance of blood is like this.

Liang Liang's physique has reached the realm of Donkey Kong in this life, and compared to the strongest Buddhist Qingshi among the human body refiners today, it is not inferior at all.

A fist and a kick, a palm and a finger, every time it is handed out, if something is in the way, it will be directly melted by the void flame that seeps out and splashes out of the body surface.

The West Demon took ten steps in succession.

Ren Pingsheng took ten steps back.

The soles of Liang Liang's feet were extremely deep, and the firelight collapsed, but there was no sign of spilling into the surroundings.

These ten steps are out, and there is no heavy snow in a radius of ten zhang.

The Liaoyuan fire was centered on the two of them, and every time Liang Liang took a step, the momentum of the fire rose violently.

The Vermilion Bird is void and all things can be burned.

After Jiang Qingyi shouted that the formation ended, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the army of the three battalions quickly approached, but left a huge space for the two people in the formation.

Jiang Qingyi knew the horror of this invisible flame.

In the South China Sea Wasteland, this demon lord of the Western Regions once used the strange method of this Vermilion Bird Void Flame to easily kill the big and small demons in the wasteland.

At that time, the demons of hundreds of mountains in the wasteland woke up together, if this woman in red ignored her subordinates and rushed with all her heart, maybe she could really kill the South China Sea with her own strength.

Jiang Qingyi has always had a headache, that is, the Western Demon personally rushed into battle and led the army of the Western Regions to come.

The ability of the West Demon to rush into battle is now ...... in the Northern Wei Dynasty

It's really unstoppable.

There are five demons in the world.

East Jun, West Demon, North Immortal, South Saint, Bodhisattva.

The Northern Wei Dynasty did not occupy a single one.

Qi Liang also has a reincarnated Bodhisattva of the Great Banyan Temple, in the Battle of Fengsui, even if he is against the demon of the Western Regions in the realm of the grandmaster, as long as he invites the superintendent of the Great Banyan Temple, he can still have the power to fight.

The Northern Wei Dynasty could only be filled with crowd tactics.

Jiang Qingyi once pondered and meditated, but he never got an answer.

The head of the Zhong family, it is said that he was a demonic figure during the Eight Great Kingdoms, he had the Fu Holy Ring in his hand, and he was promoted to the grandmaster for a while.

I just want to win the current West Demon in a head-on confrontation......

It's too hard.

Even if you want to compete, with Zhong Yusheng, it is still a bit wishful thinking in heads-up.

The demons of the Spring and Autumn Era are extremely violent.

If the Northern Wei Dynasty could invite Ye Xiaolou, the disciple of the original Sword Master, or the Dongjun of the Hidden Valley, under the head-to-head confrontation, neither of these two would lose to the West Demon.

King to king, will to general.

It's just that now, on the side of the vast snow line, the great snowfields in the Western Regions are silent.

There was only one person.

The king of the Western Regions has come.

There is no king in Xiguan.

There are ...... in Xiguan Countless generals, and many more soldiers.

The Nine Hatreds sneered and burst into countless flames.

This long-suffering long sword, the sword body seems to return to the furnace, recast, cracked out countless fine marks, and the moment it collides with Liang Liang's body, it seems that after a thousand tempers, the sword body is cracked, almost broken.

It's just that Ren Pingsheng's sword qi is circulating repeatedly.

Liang Liang's Donkey Kong body smashed on the sword body and was immediately bounced away.

The blade is flawless again.

The West Demon was expressionless, his hands were hammered, and the rainstorm pear blossom smashed towards Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng used a sword to resist.

In an instant, the sword qi turned nine thousand miles, the nine hatreds cracked and healed again, and the fire splashed everywhere, scorching the eyes, and they couldn't look directly.

The two figures adhered together.

Ren Pingsheng, who was smashed by the West Demon and had no power to fight back, had a long and undisturbed breath in his body, and it seemed that he could hold on for a long time.

But only he knows.

Liang Liang's attack was extremely draining.

The Lord of the Western Regions was still in good spirits, and the more he hammered, the more energetic he became.

She came to Xiguan alone, where did she want to attack the city alone?

The Vermilion Bird Void Flame dissolved the boundary, and the army of the three battalions could only stare dryly, cutting out space for the two of them.

What she wants to do is to hammer the strongest combat power in Xiguan!

No matter how strong Ren Pingsheng's sword qi was, he could only be forced to raise his spirit to face the battle.

The West Demon hammered and hammered, in exchange for any of the nine products in this world, except for His Royal Highness, who had already been hammered into mud.

The vitality of the Grandmaster Realm stretched for a long time, dozens or hundreds of times that of the Nine Grades, and it was a world of difference.

But in just ten breaths, Ren Pingsheng's vitality stream was reduced by a whole lot!

There is no skill to speak of.

Liang Liang's eyebrows were raised, and the wisps of flames that wrapped around his fingertips sneered.

With a short breath of her fingertips, she flicked the sword body of the Nine Hatreds seventy-nine times, and the seventy-nine fires collapsed in an instant.

She just wanted to kill Ren Pingsheng in front of the three armies.

Then he floated away, and returned to the Western Regions with the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

The West Demon sneered, looking at the man opposite with great difficulty, using a large part of his vitality to offset his Vermilion Bird Void Flame.

What can I do?

Break first his sword, then his bones.

In the end, the captives were taken captive.

Killing Ren Pingsheng is equivalent to breaking the sharpest sword in Xiguan.

There is no one in Xiguan who can fight.

Neither did the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Even if the female king of Sen Luo Dao came to the Western Regions, it would not be enough to kill herself.

Her eyes were entwined with scarlet qi, and the breath that came to the border of Xiguan for several miles was about to come to an end at this moment, and she repeatedly beat the nine hatreds, but she still didn't smash the broken sword at the first time, which made her mood a little irritable.

Ren Pingsheng's breath is not as long as that of the West Demon, but it is better to change after the later hair.

He finally waited for Liang Liang's ventilation.

But he didn't hand the sword out for the first time, and the anti-customer was the main thing.

Instead, he shook his wrist slightly.

The sword qi roared from the sky.

A few miles away in the distance, above the drum of the western wall, the sun, moon and stars suddenly dimmed.

There is a thin swordsman who has been practicing his sword here day and night for several years.

Great day, heavy clouds, heavy clouds, heavy rain, heavy snow, heavy thunder.

It never stops.

The sword qi was hidden in the wall drum.

At this moment, the nine hatreds are roaring-

The wall drums of the western ramparts also sounded.

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The ninth base of the west wall, the gate is all open.

Countless tide-like black armor poured out.

"Slowly" out of town at the moment.

Sixteen-character battalion, the elite teacher cultivated by the white-robed Li Qing after sixteen years of hard work.

On the north and south banks, if you talk about the power of battlefield killing, I am afraid that among the nineteen roads of Qiliang and the four major passes of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the sixteen-character battalion must be ranked in the top three.

Or even the leader.

The wall drums of the western rampart sounded, and then the gate was opened.

The Governor is now in the realm of the border of Xiguan, and only when he is in distress, the nine hatreds of Lord Ren Pingsheng will trigger the wall drum.

At this point, the urgency may have come.

At a distance, there didn't seem to be a tide of beasts, and the adults with the best eyesight saw the fiery red figure of the plain fire clearly.

Coupled with the distant border, in the heavy snow, there was an angry Suzaku chirping.

No one knew what was going on.

Three battalions in formation.

Liang Liang looked up to the sky and roared.

She slapped the nine hatreds, and the other palm had almost landed on Ren Pingsheng's heavenly spirit cover.

The nine hatreds have not been broken.

The toughness of this sword is exceptional.

And that palm was not implemented on the top of Ren Pingsheng's head.

A simple long sword that crossed the distance of a battalion, half a foot out of the sheath at this moment, the sword surface trembled, layer after layer of continuous and thick vitality flowed, and the palm pressed by the West Demon continued to overlap, bursting out one puff after another of firelight.

Ren Pingsheng held his sword with both hands and held it against a palm.

There was still a breath of sword qi in his abdomen.

Then he used his sword qi to control the sword and hold it against the other palm.

One man wields two swords.

One handle and nine hatreds.

There is also a stalk, named Phoenix Chick.