Longaner plain.
The sound of killing shook the sky, and the blood accompanied by the flames of war dyed the earth and sky with a sense of murder.
Above the line, there are eighteen Central Plains Grandmasters.
Deng Tai'a pressed his thumb on the hilt of the sword and flicked it lightly, making the sword roar like a dragon.
The Tai'a sword, which had once shone in Daxueping in Huishan, was unsheathed again, displaying its peerless grace.
This flying sword move was too fast, the sword energy was too long, and the sword intent was too strong, so that it pulled out a long, narrow and brilliant white rainbow, which was hundreds of feet long.
Before Bai Hong, those who stand in his way are invincible.
Whether it was a huge catapult or a heavily armed Beimang soldier, they were all torn apart and torn apart in front of this sword without any backhand strength.
"Deng Taohua is so proud, let's see what I do with my sword."
Li Chungang raised his finger. He didn't use a sword, he just condensed an invisible sword intention. As the sword slashed out, the sky exploded, letting out an overwhelming wail, and the boiling air flow exploded like erupting magma.
The sky and the earth shook violently, and the old sword god finally struck down with his sword.
Not to mention the Beimang soldiers who died under this sword, the violent shock wave alone sent the Beimang soldiers flying away. Even if they were far away, they would inevitably be shocked to the point of bleeding, which was horrific to watch.
Not to be outdone, Sui Xiegu, who had snow-white eyebrows, jumped into the air and took a deep breath into the white clouds in the sky. This inhalation was truly astonishing. It actually sucked the clouds from the sky into his abdomen, which quickly expanded.
The next moment, the sword-eating ancestor who was in mid-air opened his mouth and spit out, there were countless sharp swords condensed with cloud energy, sucking out the breathtaking energy.
The strong wind roared through the sky, covering a group of Beimang soldiers like a sudden rain. The sword of cloud energy exploded one after another at the moment of bombardment, and the powerful sword energy contained in it was vented in all directions.
For a moment, all the soldiers in Beimang fell on their backs.
The eighteen masters of Beimang show off their skills.
Compared with the three sharp swordsman masters, although the others are also forging ahead, they are much more low-key. Regardless of their killing methods or the length of their Qi, they were far behind those three people. And if they run out of breath and are trapped in a tight siege, they will most likely fall into the tragic situation of the Sword Emperor of Western Shu.
Of course, there are exceptions.
That was Xuanyuan Qingfeng dressed in black.
She ran rampant in the battle formation, her arrogance and domineering reaching its peak.
She also used no weapons, and her whole body was filled with awe-inspiring aura. Every move she made caused the airflow to explode, which was a cruel and strange killing move. Most of the enemies hit by her were torn into pieces, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, as if they had been sucked into a meat grinder.
Different from the ordinary masters in this world, Xuanyuan Qingfeng practices the Heavenly Demon Technique taught by Yu Liancheng, and his energy flow is often comparable to that of an ordinary first-level practitioner, and is extremely vast and long. What's more, it can generate a demon whirlpool at any time, pulling in the opponent's master's true energy and integrating it into his own body, so he is not afraid of the consumption of true energy.
Compared with ordinary Beimang soldiers, Xuanyuan Qingfeng was more interested in the huge carriage.
This kind of building cart is almost as high as Hutou City, and inside are archers and crossbowmen.
When she reached the first car, she waved her slender hand, and the whole car suddenly made a muffled sound. Then, with a crackling sound, broken marks spread all over the car, and finally it shattered, with pieces flying everywhere.
Then she turned around and rushed towards the second and third cars...
Under this woman's majestic aura, an erection truck was torn apart. Even if it was protected by experts, it would have almost no effect other than killing a few more people.
Compared with the other seventeen grandmasters, this woman was obviously much more unscrupulous and the damage she caused was much more horrific.
"What a domineering method."
In the Beimang army, a steady and powerful voice sounded.
Immediately, a figure as majestic as a mountain shot out, roaring with the force of the strong wind in the sky, soaring into the sky, heading towards Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
But I saw that figure's arms were like an ape, and there were strips of golden Qi all over the body that were almost solidified, floating around the body, like a living thing, especially under the sunlight, shining brightly, and even more The supporter is like a heavenly war god. The majestic momentum is unparalleled in the world.
Destroy the mountains and shake the mountains, and break through the changes.
Many Beimang soldiers who paid attention to this man were first shocked, and then showed enthusiasm and admiration. At the same time, they drew out their swords and roared loudly.
That's why this person is - Beimang Military God, Tuoba Bodhisattva.
In an instant, Tuoba Bodhisattva crossed a distance of several hundred feet and appeared next to Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
"Suffer death!!"
Tuoba Bodhisattva's sleeves bulged as he took one step forward. There was a loud thud under his feet, and cracks and gaps appeared that continued to spread in all directions, as if forming a huge spider web.
The next moment, his left fist pulled out a big arc, squeezed out the airflow, and blasted towards Xuanyuan Qingfeng quickly and violently.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered, and made mysterious and unexplainable movements with his jade hands, pulling in the surrounding airflow and creating demon whirlpools.
Boom! !
However, under Tuoba Bodhisattva's fierce and domineering punch, each vortex was directly destroyed, and the punches continued, hitting Xuanyuan Qingfeng's chest like a meteor.
boom! !
Xuanyuan Qingfeng folded his left and right hands and barely received Tuoba Bodhisattva's punch, but his figure kept staggering backward, and he retreated ten feet.
"Xuanyuan Qingfeng? Soul-catching Rakshasa? Haha, you are still too far behind."
Tuoba Bodhisattva sneered, his figure was like a wild dragon, his fists were like a storm, and he struck at Xuanyuan Qingfeng again.
"If you weren't older than me, you wouldn't be my rival."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng still had a sneer on his lips. Not only did he not retreat, he even opened his heavenly magic field and faced Tuoba Bodhisattva head-on.
boom! boom! boom!
The two of them fought wantonly, their energy flowing out violently, and in the blink of an eye they cleared an area of dozens of feet.
However, Tuoba Bodhisattva was originally the best master in the world, and after Wang Xianzhi's death, he was ranked second in the world.
Before this battle, the three realms of Vajra, Zhixuan, and Celestial Elephant were polished to a level unimaginable by ordinary people.
Even if Xuanyuan Qingfeng has cultivated the Heavenly Demon Dharma to an extremely advanced level, how can he be the opponent of Tuoba Bodhisattva?
Under the pair of fists that could split mountains and seas, Xuanyuan Qingfeng retreated step by step, his face turned pale and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his breath became increasingly sluggish.
How could the other seventeen grand masters stand by and come to support Xuanyuan Qingfeng one after another.
But Beimang has already made corresponding arrangements.
When they were about to leave, they were either blocked by Beimang knights or many second-level masters. Even if we can break out of the siege, it will still take a lot of time.
And until then.
This soul-catching Rakshasa is probably going to die.
Boom! !
However.
Right now.
Waves of sounds like muffled thunder sounded, from far to near, deafening in an instant, and the sound was so huge, it was like thousands of troops roaring in.
Xu Fengnian, who beats the drum endlessly, is the only one among the masters who has time to look around. He saw a figure coming from Kuangsao. Because the speed was too fast, there was a violent surge behind him, and sand and rocks flew like a long sky.
"Is that, is that Brother Murong?"
Xu Fengnian was shocked.
With his first-level cultivation, he was unable to clearly capture the figure, and could only vaguely see Xunxun in black.
But besides Murong Tonghuang, who else could take such an amazing trip?
Looking from the drum beating platform where Xu Fengnian was sitting, the black figure was walking in a straight line. Wherever it passed, the ground was cracked layer by layer. No matter the mountains, rocks, grass or trees, everything that stood in front of him was shattered and torn.
In an instant.
That figure crashed into the Beimang army formation with overwhelming force.
Boom! !
In the roaring air, a series of screams resounded endlessly.
The figure didn't make any move at all, but the hurricane force carried by the running tore apart the people and horses in a radius of more than ten feet. Blood flew everywhere and corpses lay everywhere.
The situation is so tragic and abnormal that it is unbearable to look at.
"Is that Emperor Murong Tong?"
Tuoba Bodhisattva frowned, obviously seeing this scene.
However, before he could think more, that figure appeared in front of Tuoba Bodhisattva like lightning.
In an instant, the black figure changed from thunderous movement to mountain-like calmness.
Only at this moment did Tuoba Bodhisattva clearly see the appearance and figure of the visitor.
Her black hair is flowing, and she is as handsome as a demon.
As expected, it was Emperor Murong Tong.
But for some reason, this time Murong Tonghuang seemed to have more ethereal and vast aura than the previous interception, making people feel as if they were reaching the sky.
Immediately afterwards.
Yu Liancheng said nothing and punched Tuoba Bodhisattva.
The crystal-clear jade fist was waved, the space rumbled and trembled, and the majestic and vast pressure suddenly came, as if the sky suddenly turned over and the stars in the sky were pressed down.
After all, Tuoba Bodhisattva is a master who has been traversing the grasslands for decades. He has never seen such a terrifying boxing technique. Under his gaze, the air in front of him seemed to be pierced by this punch. As this punch pushed forward, more and more lines were formed. Black cracks began to spread. It seemed that the entire space could not bear the weight of this punch and was constantly being broken.
He let out a roar, and the energy in his body was released unreservedly. The golden energy all over his body gathered on his fist, and as he swung his right fist, he bit into Emperor Murong Tong like golden dragons.
Boom! !
Fist clash.
Amidst the huge sonic boom, the dozens of feet of soil around the two people suddenly shook, as if hundreds of bombs were dropped on the sea, setting off huge waves of mud and sand that were tens of feet high.
Not the slightest stagnation.
Tuoba Bodhisattva vomited blood and flew backwards, pulling out a white wave of air.
On this straight line, more than a hundred Beimang cavalrymen who had no time to dodge were cut into pieces on the spot. If they were hit head-on, they would explode into a ball of blood mist and no bones would be left.
"I acted recklessly and without regard to the consequences. This time, I will go to the execution hall to receive my punishment."
He did not beat up the drowned dog. After giving Xuanyuan Qingfeng a word, Yu Liancheng turned around and headed towards the direction of Prince Beimang again.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes flashed and he snorted coldly.
Sergeant Beimang was shocked.
In their hearts, Tuoba Bodhisattva is an invincible god of war.
Even if Emperor Murong Tong was the best in the world, he would have to fight at least several hundred rounds before losing.
but now.
Just one punch.
With one punch, Tuoba Bodhisattva was knocked away, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene happened.
It was Emperor Murong Tong who turned around and headed towards Prince Beimang.
Obviously, he was planning to capture the thief first and capture the king first.
Prince Beimang has little sense of presence whether in the court, among the people or in the military.
But in this battle, as the nominal leader of Beimang's 400,000-strong army, if he died, his morale would inevitably drop.
"Protect the prince."
"Protect the prince."
The timid Xue Tiewei was immediately surrounded by the Beimang Prince, with swords drawn and bows drawn, his expression solemn.
"Shoot the arrow quickly."
"Use the crossbow quickly."
Prince Beimang retreated into the heavy siege. His face was pale, showing a hint of fear, and he immediately roared in a slightly hoarse voice.
With a command, the huge bed crossbow, which was equivalent to a strike from the Land Sword Immortal within a hundred feet, was shot out, shrouding Yulian City and piercing the sky.
But unfortunately, Yu Liancheng's figure was like an ethereal phantom, passing through the huge crossbow arrows, and none of them could stain his clothes.
The ordinary arrows shot at the same time were immediately shattered into pieces by an invisible force within ten feet of him.
A group of Qi Refiners and soldiers were about to shoot arrows with their bows again, and a chuckle suddenly sounded in their ears.
Although the laughter was light, it fell in their ears, but it was like a thunder exploding out of thin air. In an instant, everyone was crumbling and bleeding from their orifices.
The person responsible for the safety of Prince Beimang was the Broken Spear Deng Mao. He had taken out the Broken Spear, which was no more than three feet long, from his bag.
Deng Mao sighed and let out a long breath.
The next moment, the qi energy in this astronomical master suddenly exploded, which was extremely frightening.
But this energy did not spread out, but was completely integrated into the broken spear. This made the broken spear more majestic and sharp, as if it could pierce the sky.
next moment.
Deng Mao suddenly threw the broken spear towards Yulian City.
The moment he projected it away, his Qi energy collapsed like a tidal wave. In an instant, he fell from the Celestial Realm to the Zhixuan Realm, from the Zhixuan Realm to the Vajra Realm, and from the Vajra Realm to the second level...
He has been cultivating this broken spear for twenty years. It is more important than his limbs. It is the culmination of a lifetime of cultivation.
And when you abandon the spear, it means that you have spent your whole life cultivating yourself and unleashed the most ferocious and powerful blow.
One blow can kill land gods!
But unfortunately, the person he had to deal with had a level of cultivation that could not be described by the four simple land gods.
Facing the broken spear that was stabbing him, Yu Liancheng waved his hand casually, flicking his sleeves, and the black sleeves were like a dark cloud rolling up in the sky.
Everyone's eyes dimmed. When their eyes returned to brightness, the broken spear that gathered Deng Mao's lifelong cultivation was already in the former's hand.
With a slight exertion of his palm, the broken spear shattered.
At the moment when the broken spear was shattered, Deng Mao vomited blood and his face became increasingly pale.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Liancheng appeared in front of Prince Beimang like a fleeting image, with a smile on his lips: "We meet again, I'll lend you my head."
Emperor Beimang turned pale and staggered back. He didn't hear Yu Liancheng's words clearly at all, and his whole body was filled with huge fear.
In an instant, his neck hurt, and Prince Beimang suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and the colors of all the scenery quickly dimmed, turning into the simplest black and white. At the same time, a headless corpse wearing golden armor seemed to be seen.
"Prince Beimang, die!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
