"puff--"
The face of the young master standing on the iceberg changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the ice red. He looked at Mr. Dongfang fiercely: "Why is this Jiang Yuqing, a mere little venerable, so powerful? Are all Shinto disciples so scary? ?”
Mr. Dongfang's face also turned a little pale. He sighed softly, shook his head, waved his sleeves, stepped onto the shadow of a towering tree in a flash, and then headed straight to the horizon in the distance.
The young master's face changed again and again, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. Seeing that the landscape painting was broken as Mr. Dongfang walked away, Jiang Yuqing flashed out and immediately reached out to click again.
A long sword flashed with colorful colors, wrapped in a sharp three-foot-long cold light, and went straight to the center of Xin Zhuo's eyebrows.
Xin Zhuo glanced over coldly, and his body turned into a piece of dog's head. When it condensed again, he waved his right hand, and hundreds of blood-transforming magic swords scattered in the landscape painting converged into a bloody scimitar like clouds and flowing water, and went straight to the long sword.
"when--"
The aftermath of the incomparably majestic force of heaven and earth rippled in all directions. Pavilions near and far collapsed in an instant, and flowers, trees, rockeries and streams were in ruins.
Lu Jiu and Shui Qingliu, who were far away from each other, felt their bodies tense up and retreated hastily.
Dozens of very curious fifth-level warriors were shaken to their internal organs, vomiting blood and passed out.
Looking at the scene again, the young man's energy and blood were sluggish, his face was gray, he flew backwards and crashed into a broken pavilion.
In the blink of an eye, he flew up again, and fled straight into the distance in a panic. In the blink of an eye, he was dozens of feet away, following Mr. Dongfang.
Xin Zhuo stood on the top of an ancient tree and did not pursue him. His face was also a little pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Dongfang Laogou and this young man were more than ten times more powerful than Si Qing and Ji Hai. They were so shocked that their whole bodies ached and their heads were dazed.
The characteristics of the realm of the Great Venerable seem to be to integrate the general trend of heaven and earth to form such things as landscape paintings and sword ponds?
After a full ten breaths, he finally regained his breath, waved his hand, and the surrounding icebergs disappeared, and then rushed straight out of the valley.
It wasn't until Xin Zhuo disappeared for a long time that a relieved smile appeared on Shui Qingliu's face.
Feng Shuning, Lu Jiu and the others felt confused in their hearts. Jiang Yuqing used a small venerable level to cross the level to resist the two great venerables, but they still won. Are all Shinto disciples really so scary?
…
"Boom boom..."
Hundreds of thousands of Western Qin troops outside Tianmen Valley were so dense that there was no end in sight. They were like ants, swarming up and attacking crazily.
Hundreds of trebuchets and stone cannons were like wild beasts, ejecting huge rocks from time to time, shattering pieces of stone peaks and six military camps.
Missing crossbows and arrows were as dense as a swarm of bees.
However, the six families were not completely vegetarian. Fifty thousand private soldiers guarded the mountains and fought back desperately.
There were also 10,000 black-armored warriors armed to the teeth and hundreds of three-meter-tall demon-blooded monsters who sprang out from nowhere. Facing enemies dozens of times their size, they charged wildly and were fearless in death. One against ten.
The scene is vast, cruel, and chilling.
Xin Zhuo stepped on the iceberg and jumped to the sky above the battlefield step by step, scanning down.
Thousands of troops of the Western Qin Dynasty discovered him.
Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu and other seven girls, all dressed in silver armor, even cried with joy.
Then the cheers of the "king of the county" resounded from all directions, and for a while, both the Western Qin army and the private soldiers of the six families slowly stopped fighting.
Xin Zhuo looked towards the distance to the west, where two scurrying figures were faintly visible. He waved his sleeves and nodded to a general: "Jiang Man'er, lead one hundred thousand cavalry of the Jiazi camp, follow me to kill people. The rest of the army, take the Go down to Tianmen Valley!”
The heads of the six families have a hundred tricks and can't stay.
"Here!"
Jiang Man'er, who was born with yellow hair, answered in an angry voice and immediately waved his flag. Nearly 100,000 cavalry were mobilized, turned around, and headed straight to the west with a "rumbling".
Xin Zhuo landed on the ground, mounted his two-horned demon horse, and a dazzling light shone from his body, shouting: "Amaterasu's hundreds of warriors, all invincible in all directions!"
"Buzz——"
Suddenly a huge golden unicorn figure gathered in mid-air, and it roared upwards.
The eyes of the 100,000 cavalrymen turned blood red, showing bloodthirsty expressions, and their speed suddenly increased three times.
"Rumble..."
Like a shadow in a strong wind, it went straight to chase Mr. Dongfang and Young Master.
The two of them were originally injured by Xin Zhuo, and they deliberately took a detour to avoid the layers of Western Qin troops outside. At this time, they had not run far away. They looked back from a distance, and their expressions turned ugly.
"kill!"
Xin Zhuo raised the waist knife he pulled out from the "mummy" body high and pointed it at Mr. Dongfang and the two men.
"kill!"
One hundred thousand cavalry shouted in unison.
A tangible bloody aura on the battlefield gathered, visible to the naked eye, and rushed straight ahead.
Mr. Dongfang and Young Master's expressions changed again and again, and they immediately ran away with all their strength.
Xin Zhuo suddenly understood why senior warriors were afraid of the bloody aura on the battlefield. Each of these battlefield soldiers had a human life on their hands. The aura was too violent, too dirty, too chaotic, and too murderous. For a high-level warrior, this is too evil.
This thing pollutes the soul and Yuan Chen Palace.
Except for non-mainstream warriors like him, Xin Zhuo, who is not afraid of him?
"kill!"
He shouted again.
"kill!"
The roar of a hundred thousand cavalry soared into the sky.
The bloody aura was getting thicker and thicker, spreading wider and wider, and I saw Mr. Dongfang behind them.
Even though Mr. Dongfang was as calm as he was, his face was a bit gloomy.
The young master's face was as pale as paper. Because he was eager to rush for the plunder, his blood surged even more vigorously, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to his neck.
"kill!"
"kill!"
The evil spirit of blood finally fell on the young master, and half of Mr. Dongfang's back was stained.
Although this thing has no lethality at all, it is terrifying to a pure warrior.
The two of them couldn't help but panic.
Coincidentally, there was a stretch of mountains ahead, and the two of them seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and plunged into it.
The young master's extremely shameful voice came from far away in the mountains and forests: "Jiang Yuqing, you shameless thing, I will kill you sooner or later!"
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
Xin Zhuo glanced around and saw that the mountain range was a long strip, winding for dozens of miles. It was impossible to encircle and suppress them. He could only stop with one hundred thousand cavalry. After thinking about it, he waved and cursed: "A bunch of dogs in Baiheqiu." Son, Dongfang is a third grandson, damn, your uncle will destroy you sooner or later!"
"Baiheqiu is a bunch of sons of bitches, and Dongfang is a third grandson. Damn it, your uncle, I will destroy you sooner or later."
One hundred thousand cavalry roared, and the sound shook the sky.
Regardless of whether this scene is embarrassing or not, it is refreshing and refreshing.
In the dense mountain forest, Mr. Dongfang fled in embarrassment with a gloomy look on his face, and his expression became even more exhausted.
The young master's eyes were full of fear and panic, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Uncle Master, what the court did in this matter is unethical. Jiang Yuqing is a freak, a monster, and a Shinto. How can we kill him? Who said he is not a true Shinto? This pure force of ice and thunder has never been heard of by my disciples!"
Mr. Dongfang remained silent.
Young Master suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Tianmen Valley hesitantly.
"Qingmuji, what do you want to do?"
Mr. Dongfang finally turned around and asked, with an old tone.
Young Master took a deep breath: "I'm afraid Si Qing and Ji Hai have already been killed. Junior Sister Feiyan is still here. I can't leave her alone!"
Mr. Dongfang shook his head gently: "I'm afraid that girl Feiyan won't be able to escape from Jiang Yuqing's grasp."
The young master was shocked: "What does my uncle mean? How can the six families let him get his wish?"
Mr. Dongfang sighed: "You will know soon!"
