"Who the hell would have come up with such a ruthless and poisonous plan as burning Jinjiling! If this king knows, he will definitely have cramps in his skin, and he will die without a place to be buried!"

In a small col not far from Jinji Ridge, King Xian angrily smashed the ground with his fists, and his mouth roared like a beast.

The million-strong army marched to Jinjiling, wanting to fight a beautiful victory.

As a result, without even seeing the face of the enemy, there were no millions, and even many of the people of the family who followed him were killed in the fire due to poor cultivation.

Now, the people who escaped from Jinjiling alive and came to this small mountain col, plus King Xian himself, are less than a hundred.

It can be said that the good situation is lost in one fell swoop!

"Li Ru, the only person in the Tang Dynasty who can set such a poisonous plan is Li Ru!"

Mo Xianhua's eyes were full of gloom, and all his plans and hard work in this battle were in vain!

From now on, no one will say that he is Mo Xianhua's wisdom, people only know that there is a stupid Mo Xianhua, who will bury millions of troops in one plan!

"Li Ru, this king and you will not give up!"

King Xian gritted his teeth and hated to eat his flesh and drink his blood! His eyes were even more cold and breathtaking.

"Li Ru, damn it!" ......

For a while, the entire small col was full of insults against Li Ru.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a man screamed.

I don't know when, a few people around him were silently blocked by a sword, and blood gushed out from their necks like a spring.

At the moment when this person screamed, he vaguely felt a chill on his neck, and he was silent.

"Who?"

The people around them also woke up.

Silently, an ink-colored sword light swept through, and dozens of people who got up seemed to be in line to be beheaded, and their heads fell to the ground one after another, the scene was extremely weird, which could be called thrilling.

A shadow loomed in the void, like a soul messenger from hell, and with every wave, one person died.

"Assassin, Assassin!"

However, in a moment, only two living people were left in this desolate col, King Xian and Mo Xianhua.

Mo Xianhua muttered in a low voice, his palms were sweating, the fear in his heart couldn't be stopped, and his legs were trembling violently.

This assassin, he is powerless to resist at all, after all, Wang Jieshui, who is in the middle of his strength, was easily killed, and his throat was sealed with a sword!

How could he escape the Assassins?

"Senior brothers, help!"

At the moment of life and death, King Xian couldn't hide it, took out a jade talisman and crushed it, and shouted for help!

Whew, a slight sound of wind blew, and Mo Xianhua's head fell in response.

"Who, come out! Don't hide your head and show your tail, you have the ability to fight fairly with this king!"

The large beads of sweat on King Xian's body kept falling to the ground like rain hitting plantains.

Tread, tread, tread......

In a trance, King Xian seemed to see one, two, three, or even countless figures appear in front of him......

With a pop, King Xian fell to the ground, and a small blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, leaving drops of blood without a sound.

The big dream has not come true, the body is dead, and the virtuous king has fallen!

"Senior brother, junior brother......"

Half an hour later, five middle-aged people stepped into the air.

Looking at the long-dead King Xian, the cries of grief are endless.

"Well, what a boldness, you dare to stay here after killing someone!"

Among the five people, the senior brother Di Jingyun is the strongest, and he has the cultivation of the sevenfold transformation of gods, his spiritual sense is extremely sensitive, and he only slightly leaks a trace of qi and is felt by him.

"On the king's order, kill you!"

A cold voice came out of the void, and it was impossible to discern the location of the Zhuan.

"The sword is out, the wind and clouds are rising!"

Di Jingyun let out a loud shout, and dozens of sword shadows shot out in all directions, trying to find the true body of Zhuanzhu.

The other four junior disciples also emitted dense sword qi in all directions.

However, no matter how much they tried, they couldn't find a trace of Zhuzhu.

I only hear its voice, but I don't see its people, it's strange!

Di Jingyun's brows were furrowed, his face was difficult to see, he had been famous for a hundred years, and he had never seen such a strange and difficult opponent!

This feeling is very aggrieved and very bad!

Gradually, a sense of powerlessness swept towards him, making him feel overwhelmed.

With a pop, the fifth junior brother fell to the ground and died.

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

Unconsciously, there was a trace of unspeakable tremor in Di Jingyun's voice, the fifth junior brother was a master of the fourfold transformation of gods, and he died without any fluctuations at all?

How is this possible?

Killing a fourfold master of the gods so easily, even his master who dominates the four directions can't do it, right?

With a snort, another inky sword light flashed, and the third and fourth junior brothers fell to the ground.

"Third junior brother, fourth junior brother!ah, bastard, I want you to die!"

Such a strange attack method made Dedi Jingyun's heart gradually collapse and roar loudly.

"Huh!"

A devilish chuckle came from behind, and it was another ghostly sword, which pierced the eyebrows of the second junior brother.

Another one died, and only one of the five brothers was left alive, the strange way of death, the terrifying atmosphere, Di Jingyun suddenly felt creepy.

"Take blood as a guide, Beirong Divine Sword!"

At this moment, Di Jingyun can no longer care about the aftermath of the exercises, he only knows that if he doesn't work hard, he will die!

Di Jingyun's body was bleeding from seven orifices, and drops of blood converged and merged in mid-air, and not long after, a fierce hundred-zhang giant sword hung high in the sky.

The giant sword turned into a Jiao, roaring again and again, and the Blood Jiao smashed around Di Jingyun.

Boom, boom, boom......

Between the rolling and moving of the blood dragon, all the surrounding hillsides and houses were destroyed.

However, it was as if Zhuzhu had disappeared, and the Blood Jiao couldn't detect it at all.

At this moment, Zhuan Zhu appeared in front of Di Jingyun, grinning, although it was a laugh, but it was more terrifying than anger, a poker face was full of coagulated blood, and his mouth looked hideous and terrifying when it opened and closed.

"You dare to come out, die! Sacrifice my soul, blood Jiao turns into a dragon!"

Di Jingyun was unkempt, covered in blood, and looked crazy, giving people a sense of bloodlust and cruelty.

The blood dragon roared in the air, tumbling and roaring, and disappeared without a trace.

After a few breaths, a blood-colored dragon came from the sky, setting off a blood-colored wave, and slammed into the Zhuan with a surging aura!

Along with the attack of the blood dragon, there was also the endless blood-colored sword qi, which was sharp and breathtaking!

"Useless means, bells and whistles!"

Zhuzhu shook his head and smiled, and commented disdainfully.

A gust of wind blew, and Zhuanzhu's figure disappeared again.

In the next moment, the two specialized figures attacked Di Jingyun one after the other.

"Blood Dragon, strangle!"

The blood dragon raised its head and spit out ten thousand sword lights with a mouthful of dragon breath, striking the figure in front of him.

With a flick of the dragon's tail, a monstrous blood qi surged towards the Zhuzhu behind.

"Fish intestine two style - side attack!"

Another figure appeared on the side of Di Jingyun, with the momentum of thunder, killing with one blow!

Di Jingyun, suddenly!