Regardless of the Dingding era, after the founding of Great Xia, the middle-aged generation, when it comes to surprise attacks, the worst attack is none other than Lin Lang, the generalissimo of tens of millions of soldiers and horses in Yulong Pass in Western Xinjiang.

Lin Lang, the king of immovable Ming, was born to fight, and every supernatural power of the Lin family was born for rushing and killing, and every flame with sparks was a part of his body and could come directly.

Magical powers.

The royal family of the previous dynasty of the Ying clan, the strongest mirror flower water and moon supernatural power, what makes the recognition of the wind frightened is not only that it can be repaid by the other way, but more importantly, its almost infinite growth, as long as it has been copied by the supernatural power, it can be directly adopted for its own use, so at this time, the great master who slowly walked out of the flames is itself a treasure trove of supernatural powers.

For the girl Jiansheng who was standing on the surface of the lake at this time, panting, he was completely encapsulated by the vast power of the figure slowly walking out of the flames, as if an ancient giant leaning on the sky and the earth was stepping on the top of his head, but the impact of all this was not as big as the soft words that sounded in his ears.

"On the order of Emperor Fuyao, behead Murong and Yu before entering the saint!"

Jian Sheng muttered and repeated, and then in his pale silver eyes, there seemed to be a young man's face, his brows were always furrowed, and his ebony pupils were like a deep sea that contained everything, but the deepest imprint of the girl was the seriousness of the young man who was different from everyone else.

Then, Jian Sheng raised the Ayara sword in his hand, pointed straight ahead, his eyes stared at the gray-haired figure in front of him, and continued to speak softly, saying three words word by word:

"I don't believe it!"

"Little girl, people will change, especially if their location changes, most of the time they will be involuntarily, you should understand this truth. ”

The flames burning in the void on the lake gradually dissipated, and at the same time, the original vague face of the great master gradually became clear, revealing the simple face of the young man of Gyeonggi Province.

Although after the firelight dissipated, the surface of the lake was shrouded in darkness again, but Jian Sheng's pupils shrank violently again, because of the appearance of the person who came, she recognized it, and she had seen it in the bitter tea courtyard.

Shan Wenbai's low and hoarse voice fell, and he gently raised his right hand to the girl in front of him who pursed his lips tightly, and his voice continued to come out faintly:

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, people in the world will believe it, and Murong He incarnated Qinglian, wanting to impact the realm of saints, this move is tantamount to closing the dead, and at this time it has reached the last moment, and once it comes out in advance, all the previous efforts will be in vain, and the chance of becoming a saint will be directly reduced by ninety.

"It's a game of nine deaths and one life, and it will completely become ten deaths and no life, so if I kill all of you at this time, do you think he will save them?"

After Shan Wenbai's words that pierced his heart like a sharp sword fell, his body was the center, and countless water droplets in the entire Burial Sword Lake floated upward, and at the same time, all the cyan sword qi shrouded in all directions was forced outward.

Then the droplets gradually turned into a terrifying frost dragon, levitating, and sending out a roar that resounded through the sky in all directions.

"Sword Pavilion disciple, Sword Soul, Pro!"

The angry shouts that belonged to the sword students were still cold and calm resounded throughout the Burial Sword Lake, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion were the same as the girls, still facing the battle, not afraid of death, regardless of the already pale face, they reached out and pointed forward, and one after another Dao Soul Swords condensed out again, and then flew into the sky, turning into countless streamers and stabbing straight down.

"I once heard a sentence and thought it was quite reasonable, someone once said that the most unbearable test in this world is the human heart, and I also want to know whether the disciples in the sect are important, or the importance of sanctification!"

After finishing speaking, Shan Wenbai's head was slightly raised, looking at the Dao Dao Sword Rain of light emanating from the sky, his left hand raised and waved slightly, and the frost dragon that was wrapped around his body instantly rushed towards the sky, and after an instant, the extremely low temperature froze the void of the entire Burial Sword Lake, and the Dao Soul Sword seemed to have hit a solid iceberg, completely isolated, and even more fell backwards, shattering inch by inch.

At the same time, Shan Wenbai's slowly raised right hand gently shook it forward, and a blue-white full moon appeared on the lake under the girl's feet, and a leisurely blue light emitted from the lake, shining on the girl's face, as if to freeze it entirely.

"Fishing for the moon!"

The cold and ruthless words spit out from Shan Wenbai's mouth, and the entire lake surface instantly began to boil violently, and at the same time, in the void, a huge and incomparably large hand covering the sky slowly stretched out under the lake from top to bottom, and gently fished at the full moon.

Within the giant palm of heaven and earth, all the spaces in all directions were tightly clenched, and constantly squeezed inward, the bones of the girl's entire body were crackling, and at the same time, on the white face, the purple-red meaning continued to surge, and wisps of dazzling blood flowed outward.

Then Shan Wenbai turned around slightly, looking at the huge green lotus that was still looming in the center of the lake, as if he saw the figure sitting cross-legged in the green lotus, opened his mouth, and the rolling sound resounded through the void:

"Murong He, I know you've heard, now that your disciple is dying, do you save it or not?"

The hoarse voice that kept lingering in the sky above the Burial Sword Lake was like a heavy hammer that kept hammering into the hearts of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, and each blow made his heart tremble and his eyes crack.

Shenjing City, Sitian Tower, a large hall on the first floor, although it is late at night, but it is still brightly lit, a supervisor shuttles back and forth in the hall, each performing his duties, and then an inquiry sounded in the hall:

"Lord Jianzheng, there has been a fierce clash between the demi-saints and the upper three in the Sword Pavilion of Wanjian Mountain, does Si Tianta want to intervene with a heavenly punishment?"

The voice of inquiry fell, and in the center of the main hall, the girl sitting in a wheelchair asked Xia, her red lips opened slightly, and a soft voice came out:

"Can you get the exact picture of the top of Ten Thousand Swords?"

"Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is too sharp, unless you get Your Majesty's National Fortune Qi bonus, you can't accurately get the scene that happened at this time. ”

After the sound of response fell, the girl raised her hand and gently kneaded her eyebrows, and the sound of command continued to resound throughout the hall:

"Gathering mountains and sea charts is punished by the sky, gathering but not sending, waiting for the instructions of the White Emperor Palace, such a movement, Your Majesty should already know. ”

At the same time, at the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain in Gwangju, he used his moon-fishing magic power, held the entire void of Shanwenbai, stepped forward, and came to Jiansheng in an instant, and then slowly put his head to Jiansheng's ear, and said lightly:

"You should know that there is such a big movement on the top of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, it is impossible for the Sitian Pagoda of Shenjing City not to know about it, but until now, nothing has happened, so Your Majesty's intention to kill Murong He, you don't have to doubt it!"

The hardest system to turn on in history

The hardest system to turn on in history