In the imperial city, everyone stopped all movements as if they were electrocuted.

Li Wangbei looked back in the direction of the Infernal Prison.

- "He...... It was kept under my feet all along. "A man so terrifying, a monster without feelings...... He was so close to him. Li Wangbei also sneered: "Hmph, it was really calculated." ”

Lian Zhen and Zhuge Hu, who rushed to the prison, stopped, they were as surprised as the emperor that someone had released Yuan Jueding first.

Where did the key come from? It was the only key in the custody of the Ministry of Rites, and only the Warden of the Infernal Prison had the power to hand it over, and the unique method of opening the door would never be known to outsiders.

Lian Zhen and Zhuge Fox jumped three feet away, warning each other, and the emperor also stroked the mustache and said, "There are spies...... Who is it?"

He suddenly sighed again, if this is the case, the items kept by the Xuanjia Army in the outer pavilion have also been attacked.

"It's late, it's late. ”

Heavy rain has fallen in the sky.

Some wept bitterly, others trembled.

That coercion is still exactly the same as it was back then, although it has weakened, but it is growing at an even more alarming rate.

In the Infernal Prison, a young man with red lips and white teeth has come out of the dragon silk, his upper body is ****, but he has already clenched his fists and bleed, and the bright red blood fell on his fingertips, and he licked it. Only the strong smell of blood could make him sober, and he stood up gently, but said, "Who are you?"

The boxer said, "Good brother, you are my own brother." ”

Yuan Jueding said: "Oh, you are my brother, good brother." ”

The boxer couldn't support it anymore, because of Xuan Bing's attack, his muscles and bones burst all over his body, and blood splattered everywhere...... Seeing this scene, Yuan Jueding suddenly sank his face, he walked up to the boxer, grabbed his throat and lifted the person up.

- "If you are my brother, take it out of my hand." ”

With the force of his hand, the flesh and blood around his neck flew sideways, and his bones were shattered into slag.

There was only the indifferent eyes of the original absolute top.

Those ethereal, unadulterated eyes can break the heart of those who see it.

After the fighter died, he saw another man coming through the gate.

This man was covered in blood, and he was carrying a four-foot straight knife, but there was no blood on the knife, as if he had sucked the souls of all the victims clean.

It was the swordsman who fought with the Xuanjia Army, and his hands were shining.

- It was a crystal white jade pendant, a white phoenix and a snow pendant.

Only when he saw this jade pendant did he have a trace of human flavor in his eyes.

It was an unforgettable taste.

For a moment, it was another pair of inhuman eyes, and only desolation and terror could be read.

Yuan Jueding immediately saluted the swordsman and said, "You are my real brother." Tears flowed out suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I haven't forgotten, I, I will definitely follow my brother's last wish and become the strongest man in the world." ”

The swordsman was even a little overwhelmed, he touched his cheek and said, "Well, why don't you want to know why you're locked up here?"

Yuan was surprised and said, "Guan, could it be that I have been here for some years?"

The knife man said: "Twelve years. When you formed an alliance with Emperor Wu, after defeating Li Wangbei, most people admired you very much, and Emperor Wu was afraid that you would have great power, so he used dragon silk to imprison you here for a long time. ”

With tears in his eyes, he pounced on the knifeman, snorting and tearing, and only said: "If it weren't for my brother's rescue, I would have rotted here, woo wow!"

The swordsman wanted to kill him with a single sword, but he was so desperate that he had to use a knife to separate him.

The knife man said, "Ahem, what are you going to do next?"

Dressed in the remnants of a boxer's clothes, he walked out of the door in silence, facing thirty-three steps.

With each step, his skill grew by one point, the first step was already cracked, the second step was already shattered! Finally, when he stepped on the thirty-third step, the Xuanyuan bone had been blown into powder!

Yuan Jueding said: "I will say hello to the saint." ”

The swordsman wanted to scold his mother, and the grandson trampled the stairs to pieces, so that he had to use light skills to fly up in the Xuan Bing, and when he was released from prison, he had been greatly eroded by the Xuan Bing.

The original top has been blown away by the wind.

He didn't do light work, he trampled the ground alive, the whole person bounced into the air, his figure became farther and farther away, and the collapsed houses were also one after another.

The sky was oppressive, and sometimes lightning tore through the sky, and the heavy rain could wet the knifeman's clothes in the blink of an eye, and the blood on his body rushed down like a river, fainting a pale red on the ground.

The swordsman secretly mused: In this way, the above task has been completed.

The monster who kills people without blinking an eye will be interested in this little jade pendant, and his brother is really a mysterious person. Thanks...... Already dead, the swordsman covered his face, and he said to himself: "There is no room for a monster at the level of a fourth human king in the world." Bai Fengming Xue Pei spun and around in his hand, like a flying snowflake.

There is no snow in the Imperial City, but blood! Rain is mixed with blood!

The master and the prisoner scuffled together, and Li Wang's cup walked into the palace as if no one was around.

Lightning reflected his terrifying mask.

When he looked up, he saw four pitch-black shadows killing him.

Li Wangbei is still walking.

The wind and rain blew away the dead leaves on the branches, and when the dead leaves fell to the ground, Li Wangbei also walked past the four corpses.

The corpse was cut open at the waist, and a good big living person was split in half by a huge and terrifying sharp weapon in a blink of an eye, and the figure of Li Wangbei in the heavy rain became farther and farther away, and it became more and more dark, only the word "troubled times" on the robe was still eye-catching.

The sword-wielding young man fought fiercely with Lu Bufan, and Lu Bufan said: "If you have such a skill, why should you serve him?"

The old man in the yellow robe also fought with the woman in the uniform. All this is being seen by someone and thinking: these two people have the qualifications to become the main force of the Troubled Times.

Li Wangbei walked into the third pavilion, his clothes stretching down the wet path.

The two face each other.

The emperor said: "It's a pity that I can't transmit the sound thousands of miles, so I don't have to run over you." ”

Li Wangbei said: "You don't know anything about martial arts, but you are the one who becomes the king, it's really an ironic thing, right?" ”

Emperor Wu said: "Everyone has their own talents, some people are born emperors, and some people can't turn over." ”

It's like light and shadow.

There are people in the world who are brighter than the light, and there are people who must fall into the darkest abyss.

Once upon a time, someone lived freely, while another, though more skilled in battle than him, could only wear a mask and live in his shadow.

As soon as Li Wangbei stretched out his hand, he actually sucked out a scimitar from under the dragon chair.

Like a crescent moon's scimitar, it is full of breathtaking magic, and in his hands it is even more old to the old owner, which is particularly poignant.

Li Wangbei said: "You really hid my knife here, but you didn't expect that it was destined to take your life." ”

Emperor Wu said: "Then you can take it." ”

Li Wangbei closed his eyes tightly and suddenly slashed out.

Although this knife is not earth-shattering, it is also a ghost crying and howling, it is almost to an extreme, but at this time, the roof of the building collapsed, and hundreds of shadow masters descended, resisting this knife with their own lives.

A hundred people leapt in the direction of the sword, and the blood of a hundred people stained the hall.

After all, they still couldn't block the knife, and everyone's flesh and blood were torn apart, and even the corner of the dragon chair was cut off.

Li Wangbei sneered: "It's off." ”

Emperor Wu's expression was silent. The knife technique practiced by Li Wangbei is called "Magic Knife", and the use of scimitar is the first magic knife in the world, with a total of thirteen knives, each knife must go to the vital point, and never missed.

Except for the original absolute top to carry the twelfth knife, no one can survive his first knife.

Li Wangbei looked at the fallen shadow masters, their masks were exactly the same as their faces, each of them was what they used to be.

So he will be biased.

The magic knife, which never deviates by half an inch, also has a hidden edge.