The mocking smile slowly spread out at the corners of Ziyang Zhenren's mouth!

It has been hundreds of years since he stepped into the realm of transforming gods, and even if he is the first person in the world, he has been sitting for three hundred years! And in these long years, even he himself doesn't know when he really regarded himself as an invincible existence in the world, and looked down on those god-transforming grandmasters who were even older than him!

However, at this moment, the white-haired old man Li Wenxuan told him with iron-clad facts that he had never been an invincible existence in the world!

Even, if the time of this battle was advanced to half a month ago, then the ending of this moment would be completely rewritten! He, the so-called first person in the world, would be killed on this Red Fox Ridge without any suspense, and even ...... Dead and dead!

"You've lost!"

The ridicule at the corner of his mouth slowly cooled, and Ziyang Zhenren's expression regained that indifference to everything!

Although this timely battle hit him hard, it also awakened his vigilance! Moreover, in this world, there is never a what if!

A win is a victory, and a defeat is a defeat!

And at this moment, no matter how lucky he is, it is still him Ziyang Zhenren after all, not Li Wenxuan, a white-haired old man who fights for his life!

The stagnant time flowed slowly again, and the white-haired old man who was pierced through his chest by the three-legged golden crow, like a broken doll, fell heavily on the same fragmented mountain rock, motionless!

"Yes, I lost! After all, you are still the No. 1 Ziyang Zhenren in the world, and I am not your opponent after all......"

Under the gaze of Ziyang Zhenren, the silver-armored god of war who retreated into mid-air slowly spoke: "It's just a pity......

It's a pity that the Silver Armor God of War didn't say it, but Ziyang Zhenren understood his unfinished meaning!

Kill the gods with a shot!

This is a more amazing marksmanship than its name! It's a pity, but it's going to be a swan song!

"Let's go, take your people back to Xuandu! Perhaps, you still have time to ......"

The long sword in Ziyang Zhenren's hand slowly returned to its sheath, this was the first time he had withdrawn his sword since he stepped into Dongyang City!

"Oh, no! It's a very good place, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and there are few people......

With a chuckle, a little fluorescence began to float out of the silver armor god of war's body, like fireflies under the starry sky on a summer night, scattered in all directions! In his voice, there was not much loneliness and panic, but there was an unprecedented lightness!

Indeed! As far as Li Wenxuan is concerned, there is not much regret at this moment! Just as for a military general, the horse leather shroud is the highest honor! Dying in a hearty battle is also an incomparably fortunate thing for a martial artist!

With the fluorescence in the sky, the silver-armored god of war slowly fell next to his broken body, and put his body into his arms, and he walked towards the depths of the Red Fox Ridge without looking back, but he never looked at Ziyang Zhenren again!

"Hey!"

Looking at the body of the Silver Armor God of War that was getting farther and farther away, and dissipating more and more, Ziyang Zhenren sighed inexplicably in his heart! He didn't want to kill this old friend of his, and he had never really had half a chance to kill! But when the other party chose to fight with his life, he couldn't keep his hand, so in fact, when the battle began, such an ending was already doomed!

Jianghu, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, is a dream place where people can be happy and revenge, and can fight the end of the world!

However, for these warriors who really live in the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are nothing more than a cage woven with helplessness and shackles! As long as they are alive for a day, they will never be able to escape...... Whether you are a rookie who has just stepped into the rivers and lakes, or the so-called number one master in the world!

............

When the Silver Armor God of War was alive and said that Li Wenxuan's figure completely disappeared from his sight, Ziyang Zhenren's gaze from afar slowly retracted!

At this moment, he thought of himself inexplicably! He didn't know what kind of ending he would usher in one day in the future! Will he die in a hearty battle like his old friend, or wait until countless years later, when his longevity is exhausted, he will slowly die of old age!

"Boom!"

The pine-patterned long sword behind him trembled slightly, as if he was comforting his master!

In the sound of the sword, Ziyang Zhenren slowly came back to his senses, chuckled and reached out to pat the long sword behind him, and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to continue on our way!"

Looking up at the sunset on the side of the mountain, it was almost evening, and half of the sunset had fallen to the other side of the mountain, making this quiet mountain forest seem more and more quiet!

However, even if he couldn't reach Xuandu City before the sun set, Ziyang Zhenren still didn't have the slightest intention of staying! No matter what, his journey across 200,000 miles would still continue, no matter what was waiting for him in front of him, he would not stop!

"Click, click......"

The sound of unhurried footsteps slowly sounded in the quiet mountain forest, but at a distance of a hundred steps, the figures of the Heavenly Wolf and the others appeared in the eyes of Ziyang Zhenren again, and behind the four of them, there were thousands of Xuanjia warriors!

One thousand and four figures, under the afterglow of the setting sun, are like dolls carved out of stone, motionless, standing quietly on the mountain road of the Red Fox Ridge...... Stop in front of Ziyang Zhenren!

One-step, two-step, three-step......

As the footsteps kept ringing closer and closer, the two sides were already close at hand, but the thousand and four figures were still like stone sculptures, motionless!

The four Sky Wolves, who had already removed their masks, stood at the front of the team, looking at the direction where Ziyang Zhenren was coming, but what disappointed them was that until Ziyang Zhenren walked in front of them, the figure they were familiar with still did not appear!

"You...... Kill the lord ......"

A trembling and hoarse voice slowly spit out from the wolf's mouth, and it was hard to imagine how such a voice could come from the mouth of a soldier like him, who had only blood and no tears!

Ziyang Zhenren's footsteps were forced to stop again, his eyes swept over the thousand and four figures, but what he saw from them was a silence like death! These people, no matter how strong or weak, whether they were really not afraid or not, at this moment, they were all like steel cast iron, firmly blocking in front of him, not retreating!

Slowly, Ziyang Zhenren seemed to understand something!

"Yes, why should I ask you, if the lord is not dead, he will not abandon us, if he is ......"

Ziyang Zhenren didn't answer, but the voice of the heavenly wolf slowly calmed down, but no one knew how big the turbulent waves were hidden under that calm!

"Kill!"

A short, high-pitched voice suddenly sounded! However, it was not the wolf who had spoken before, but the only woman among the four leaders...... That general named the widow!

In terms of appearance, the widow is not the kind of peerless beauty who is charming and captivating, not even very beautiful! But at this moment, under this armor and uniform, her appearance, which could only be regarded as middle and upper, exudes another deadly charm!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

When the widow's sharp voice pierced the laziness of the sunset, the other three leaders, although they were all seriously injured, still rushed in front of Ziyang Zhenren without giving an inch!

"Kill, kill, kill......"

And behind the four of them, the Xuanjia warriors who were motionless before, like puppets, were now like black volcanoes, erupting with earth-shattering shouts of killing, closely following behind their four leaders, and launched a suicidal charge towards Ziyang Zhenren!

"Boom!"

The pine-patterned long sword that was carried behind by Ziyang Zhenren trembled slightly again, making a burst of Qingyue's sword roar, but it was firmly bound in the scabbard by Ziyang Zhenren and couldn't come out!

"Bang!"

An axe shadow slashed heavily on Ziyang Zhenren's body, but it was firmly blocked out by a thin layer of purple-gold light, not only did it not hurt Ziyang Zhenren in the slightest, but it also bounced the owner of the giant axe out of the way!

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

Immediately after the giant axe, countless blades slashed towards Ziyang Zhenren's body, but they were all like the previous giant axe, and they were bounced out by the thin layer of purple gold light cover!

"Kill, kill him, avenge the Lord!"

"Kill, kill him!"

"Rush, let's kill him together!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the shouting and killing in the sky, one by one the blades slashed on the light shield outside Ziyang Zhenren, and one after another the figures were bounced out heavily, but they still couldn't stop him from moving forward half a step!

Under the absolute realm strength gap, although the Xuanjia warriors have an absolute numerical superiority, they are still unable to make up for the huge gap between them and Ziyang Zhenren! They are just venting in vain!

It's just that even though they knew that their attack would not have the slightest effect, none of them still withdrew! instead, they rushed towards Ziyang Zhenren's side one after another, and then, wielding the blade in their hands...... And then it was bounced out of the distance!

One thousand and four figures, at this moment, seemed to have turned into an endless black ocean, wave after wave, wave after wave towards Ziyang Zhenren's side, and then were ruthlessly scattered, and then regrouped, continuing to rush towards the invincible opponent!

Ziyang Zhenren really didn't attack, let alone draw his sword!

But that doesn't mean there won't be casualties!

When Ziyang Zhenren traveled half the distance in this sea of armor, each of the one thousand and four people present had been catapulted at least once! Among them, the Sky Wolf, the widow and the others who had attacked first had been bounced off countless times!

In the collision again and again, the light shield outside Ziyang Zhenren's body has never changed at all, and it looks like it can be broken, but no one has been able to really break it! On the contrary, those Xuanjia warriors who took the initiative to attack have already had many people who were injured by the force of the light mask bounced back! After all, they only have the realm of soul condensation and spirit refining, even if Ziyang Zhenren is only passively defending, it is still not something they can bear!

However, none of these Xuanjia warriors who were seriously injured by their own attack gave up continuing their attacks, and with blood flowing from their mouths, they still gritted their teeth tightly and charged again towards the invincible figure!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Ziyang Zhenren's footsteps are still walking slowly, but every time his footsteps fall, the distance he steps out is already less than three feet away, and it is no longer the kind of step he took before, which is a hundred zhang of magical power!

It's not that you can't!

Just as these Darkarmor warriors need to vent, so do they!

A continuous roar sounded, and the blades like a tide fell and bounced away, and one after another figures were thrown out from above the purple gold light cover, and his steps were still unhurried!

I don't know how long it took, when the sunset completely set, the continuous roar finally gradually weakened, and the waves of blades became less and less, and on the mountain road that this black ocean walked, at this moment, there were countless Xuanjia warriors who were powerlessly spread on the ground, some were gasping slightly, and some had completely lost their voice!

Ten zhang! 100 zhang! 10 miles!

"Boom ......"

When the last figure bounced out of Ziyang Zhenren's body, the peace between heaven and earth finally returned! This farce, which lasted for an unknown amount of time, finally came to an end!

Yes, farce! For some, it's a complete farce!

The weak side is not afraid of death! The strong side has never fought back!

If it's not a farce, then what is?

But for some reason, this farce made Ziyang Zhenren's heart feel sour! If this is really a farce, then it must be a sad farce!

"Why... You... Why don't you fight back! You're so powerful, why don't you kill us too!"

The stumbling figure stood weakly in front of Ziyang Zhenren, and through the faint moonlight, Ziyang Zhenren saw clearly who the person who persevered to the last was who!

In the cold moonlight, the widow's heroic face had turned bloodless and pale, and her bare skin was covered with dense wounds...... Those are the wounds that were rubbed on the ground when they were bounced off by the light mask, not deep, but enough!

“......”

Ziyang Zhenren was slightly silent, and then, for the first time, he stopped his steps and changed the direction of his progress!

"Answer me! Why...... Why don't you kill us!"