With a slight smile on her pretty lips, Yu Youwei looked at the man who had been dead for seventy years.
Xian Zhen remembered something.
Thirty years ago, someone passed by that forest of death. The Supreme Soul is immortal, Xian Zhen retains the obsession he had during his lifetime. In a trance, he saw the girl holding the man's hand and asked innocently: "Why are there so many dead people here?"
"What, are you scared?" the man asked.
Xian Zhen recalled, but he only remembered that he was covered in golden light, but his face was missing, and his voice was as low as the abyss of the sea.
"Huh, I'm not afraid." The girl said.
"Eh, this man?" The man suddenly turned around and looked at Xian Zhen's body hanging in mid-air.
…
"boom!!--"
Xian Zhen covered his head and screamed. The scream was full of pain, as if something forbidden had awakened deep in his soul.
Glitter.
The man's shadow suddenly came closer and farther away, but Xian Zhen saw clearly that the girl beside him, holding his hand, had a pair of exquisite, crimson eyes, as beautiful as a pair of flying phoenixes.
Uncle Long drew his sword.
Xian Zhen gave him a very dangerous feeling.
At the top of the city, Zhao Dun broke through the siege and was about to jump off the city wall when someone called him from behind with a hoarse voice: "Mr. Cheng Guo, how about we make a deal?"
Zhao Dun turned around and saw a black robe.
The black robe was like an abyss with no bottom, full of demonic power, more dangerous than Xian Zhen made him feel.
"Who are you?" Zhao Dun asked him.
"First time meeting, Li Tianxing." Hei Pao said, taking off his hood, revealing a face that had experienced vicissitudes of life.
"Did you create Xian Zhen's Master of the Dead?" Zhao Dun asked him, hiding his shock.
Demon cultivator Li Tianxing, wasn't this person killed by Xie Xuan twelve years ago? Zhao Dun was vaguely aware of what Heipao was going to say to him, and was in a dilemma for a while.
Li Tianxing did not answer Zhao Dun's question, but just said: "The alien race has risen. The real king of Dushan will come out of Dushan, and the Yan Kingdom is the first place he wants to seize."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Dun frowned.
"Wang Lang left Handan. Now only Wang Yong and He Zongtang are left in Yandu. Handan is over." Li Tianxing said, "You do one thing for me. I will make Hulao Pass a natural chasm, and the southern region of Yan will become your world." .Here, you are the Supreme."
The biting cold wind blew Weicheng into ice.
…
Under the city.
"It's not you." Xian Zhen went crazy, "I recognized the wrong person."
Bai Ze vaguely realized that things were not that simple.
But Xian Zhen didn't give him time to think. The demon general rushed over with his sword. Bai Ze was shocked. The blood inspired by the dragon soul boiled all over his body, and his true energy surged through the meridians around his body.
"Sword One, Infinite!" Bai Ze wielded his sword, and Qing Shuang flew into the air, as fast as lightning, and headed straight for the front door of Xian Zhen.
The sword was extremely powerful, splitting the ground with an astonishing momentum.
But Xian Zhen used his sword lightly and knocked Qingshuang flying away. His speed did not slow down and his style remained the same. He stabbed Bai Ze between the eyebrows with his sword.
He wants to snatch the dragon soul.
Yu Youwei moved.
But there was someone faster than her. The swordsman in coir raincoat struck a sword at the Dujie in Xian Zhen's hand. The two swords collided, making a clanging sword cry.
"boom!!--"
The two huge energies collided with each other, and Xian Zhen took two steps back. Uncle Long's coir raincoat and bamboo hat were torn into pieces, and his whole body was blown away.
"Girl, let's go!" Uncle Long shouted, and for the first time, panic appeared on Gujing Wubo's face.
The three realms of supreme beings are human beings, world-honored people, and heavenly ones.
Flying to the World Honored One with one sword, this person’s cultivation level has at least touched the peak of the Heavenly Lord!
"We can't leave." Yu Youwei said, seeing Xian Zhen pause for a moment and then rush over again.
The famous sword that crosses the tribulation swallows black light.
Yu Youwei blocked Bai Ze behind her, her Qiushui sword trembled, and the girl looked at the oncoming demon general and rushed over.
"Dong dong dong!!——"
Beside the two of them, the undead cavalry galloped past, bringing up billows of smoke and dust.
"Jinghong." Yu Youwei stabbed out with a sword, but was blocked by Xian Zhen's sword. The Qiu Shui Sword flew out directly, stuck on the broken city wall, and screamed.
"Don't block the road." Xian Zhen grabbed Yu Youwei's slender neck with one hand and lifted her up directly. He stared at the girl's crimson eyes with his scarlet eyes and was stunned for a moment.
"Yu Youwei!" Bai Ze drew out the edgeless sword, pouring the innate pure Yang energy into it, and the broken sword's light was stunning.
"Let her go!!" Bai Ze yelled, jumped up, and struck the demon general who was as strong as a mountain in front of him with a sword.
"I won't kill you." Xian Zhen dropped Yu Youwei and watched Bai Ze fall from the sky with another sword.
When Du Jie faced Wu Feng, there was no suspense. Bai Ze was knocked away and rolled into the torrent of undead cavalry. He was trampled three times by the skeleton war horse, almost breaking his spine.
"Get away!!" Bai Ze roared and stood up. His sword without edge was full of energy, rushing back and forth, killing an open space.
Xian Zhen strode over.
The dragon's blood spat out by the young man wetted his clothes, and the black snake's green scales on his collar happily spat out snake letters in the dragon's blood, swallowing the blood rewritten by the dragon's soul.
Xian Zhen came behind Bai Ze.
Uncle Long was finally about to break out of the torrent of undead cavalry. Yu Youwei also reached out to recall the famous sword Qiushui. The two looked at each other and trudged forward in the torrent of cavalry, approaching Bai Ze.
"Leave the dragon soul to me." Xian Zhen said.
"Dream!" Bai Ze roared.
"Then you only have one chance to die." Xian Zhen raised his sword and struck down with his sword.
Bai Ze raised his broken sword without an edge to resist Xian Zhen's sword.
"Ding!!--"
The moment the two swords faced each other, Bai Ze felt as if he was fighting against a mountain rushing towards him at high speed. He knelt down directly, smashing the bluestone floor of the corridor with his knees.
"Ahhhh!!——" Bai Ze roared angrily.
Xian Zhen turned a deaf ear, pressed the sword with his right hand, and stretched his left hand towards Bai Ze's head, trying to draw out the black and yellow dragon energy deep in the young man's soul sea.
Bai Ze glared at Xian Zhen fiercely.
"Bai Ze!" Yu Youwei shouted. When Bai Ze saw her rushing towards him desperately, he suddenly felt that it was worth it.
Xian Zhen's black palm pressed against Bai Ze's head. At this moment, a ray of green light came out from the front collar, before the demonic palm pressed down on Bai Ze's soul sea.
The situation changes.
Qing Lin appeared, and the monstrous demonic energy in Weicheng boiled. With it as the core, the demonic energy twisted into a huge vortex. The vortex rotated at high speed, and formed a huge tornado of demonic energy, roaring towards Qinglin.
"Ouch." Qinglin opened his mouth and swallowed a huge amount of demonic energy in one gulp.
"!!!" Bai Ze was shocked.
Xian Zhen was stunned for a moment and saw flying sand and rocks. The palm-sized black snake swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was over ten feet tall.
Under the inner city, the cavalry confrontation between the two sides has reached a fever pitch, and the corpses of thousands of people have fallen densely under the city wall.
"Damn it!!" Mu Chen angrily beat the wall at the top of the city. If he hadn't been seriously injured by the assassin, how could he have watched Sergeant Heyang being chopped off his horse one by one right in front of him.
"What is that?!" Mu Qingling suddenly shouted, and the sixth princess also exclaimed.
Mu Chen felt an overwhelming shadow coming over him. He looked up and scolded his mother directly, "What the hell is this?!"
That's really not a thing.
That's Qinglin.
Not only Mu Chen, but Bai Ze was also confused.
Yu Youwei and Uncle Long were also stunned. The girl looked at the huge thing and sighed: "Oh my God!"
At the top of Weicheng City, Zhao Dun watched helplessly as his great enemy Xian Zhen, the man hailed by King Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty as the leader of the four national war gods, was lifted into the sky by a huge snake's head.
Yes, that's right.
A huge snake head.
"Hiss!!" All the soldiers still alive in Weicheng gasped and sighed: "Mother!!"
Have you ever seen a snake head that sticks out higher than the city wall? The kind that can hit and touch the threshold of extraordinary sages and demon generals. It looks so cute and cute.
The Weicheng defenders saw it anyway.
The blue scales came and went just as quickly. After one blow, they returned to the size of a palm in the blink of an eye. They lay in the palm of Bai Ze's hand, humming and shaking their heads, and followed the young man's arms to his chest, feeling a little wilted.
"..." Bai Ze really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh at this moment, so he showed a dumbfounded expression.
It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid.
The black snake that can knock off the most famous general in the national war is probably not a monster, right? ! Afterwards, he just shook his head and looked like he was just dizzy and nothing else happened!
"Don't worry." Lu Hao teased, "Xiao Lin won't hurt you. After all, you are her mother, hehehe."
Bai Ze pictured the lewd smile of the Nine-Colored Spirit Deer in his mind, his face turned dark, and he almost made himself sick.
