"Hehe, of course it's the puppet that the sect has arranged in the Holy Soul Sword Sect before-the Pan family, don't forget, in this Qingyun Domain, they are a rich and rival country, although they were exterminated by the Tianyang Imperial Family, but all the people they developed stayed, here are just a part of the people, for hundreds of years, the Holy Soul Sword Sect has left more arrangements in this Qingyun Domain."

Yin Daohuang stood with his hands tied, looking at the dense warriors under the mountains, and a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes.

A glint flashed in Yin Ba's eyes, and then he said: "It turns out that my father has already made arrangements, I said that Pan Jun's strength is average, although his talent is good, but it is impossible to directly become the core disciple of the sect, it turns out that their family has contributed to him!" ”

Yin Daohuang nodded slightly, and then waved his hand: "As long as the siege starts here, the entire city of Qingyun Domain will be attacked, no one will pay attention to here, as long as Bei'an City is attacked, you will seize the sword storm today, the inheritance value of the Fengyun Emperor is huge, if you can get it, you can definitely make the sect go to the next level!" ”

"Yes!" Yin Ba gave up his hand and then retreated.

On top of the tower of Bei'an City, the guards guarding the city patrolled the city wall according to the arrangement.

"Captain Wang, have you felt that the ground seems to be shaking?" A patrol guard said to the captain in front of him.

"The ground is shaking, it seems to be real!" The patrol leader nodded suddenly, perceiving.

"Oh no, someone is attacking the city, send a signal quickly!"

At this moment, the guards on the city wall roared, and the soldiers on the city tower looked out of the city.

I saw that the dense crowd was like a beast tide surging towards Bei'an City, covering the sky with yellow sand, with a strong momentum.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ......

Arrows piercing through the clouds flew into the sky, exploding into blood-red fireworks.

In Bei'an City, the Wang family

In the days when Jian Fengyun was in retreat, Wang Chuyuan returned to the Wang family and began to teach some of the family's martial artists, and on this day, he was teaching the family's disciples on the martial arts field.

Suddenly, above the sky, blood-red fireworks bloomed.

"Red fireworks, it's not good, there is a strong enemy attacking the city, notify it quickly, and the whole city will enter a state of readiness!" Wang Chuyuan looked at the red fireworks in the sky, got up suddenly, and left the martial arts arena in a flash, and commanded the martial artist of the family.

"Yuan'er, what's wrong, you're in such a hurry?" Wang Xuan saw Wang Chuyuan's hurried appearance, and couldn't help asking.

"Bei'an City has been attacked, Bei'an City has been attacked by a strong enemy, and it is ready to fight!" Wang Chuyuan said in a hurry.

When Wang Xuan heard this, his face suddenly became solemn, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the warriors who were guarding outside the house, and said, "You follow me to integrate the family warriors and prepare to defend the city!" ”

"Yes!" Dozens of warriors outside the house responded.

Today's Wang family is no longer the original Wang family, under the shroud of Bei'an City, with the help of the sword family, the Wang family has become the second family in Bei'an City, with many warriors.

Under this order, thousands of warriors were gathered in an instant, ready to go.

"All the men of the Wang family listen to the order and follow the head of the family to defend the city!" Wang Xuan's words fell, and he immediately held a long knife and rode the demon beast black wildebeest, rushing towards the city tower, and behind him, thousands of warriors followed in an orderly manner.

In Bei'an City, the same scene happened everywhere.

Today's Bei'an City, not the original Bei'an City, Jian Fengyun was canonized as the Sword Warrior King, the fief Bei'an City, with the intentional help of the Tianyang royal family, countless chambers of commerce came here to develop, and the warriors of the major chambers of commerce also sent a lot at this moment.

Above the Bei'an City Tower, Jian Yuntian looked at the scene in front of him with an ugly face.

I saw tens of thousands of warriors, constantly bombarding the formation of Bei'an City, and the waves on the formation seemed to be about to break at any time.

Wang Chuyuan stood on top of the tower of Bei'an City, glanced around, and saw Jian Xue'er standing alone in the camp of the children of the Jian family, and couldn't help but step forward and ask: "Sister-in-law Xue'er, where is the boss?" ”

"The young master is in retreat, and he hasn't come out yet!" Xue'er's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she spoke.

"What, the boss is in retreat, so what should I do, there are so many martial artists outside the city, although he has ordered to strengthen the formation before, but no matter how strong the formation is, it can't resist so many martial artists for too long!" Wang Chuyuan's face was a little ugly, and his face suddenly showed a solemn look,

"It's okay, I'll defend Bei'an City for the young master!" Jian Xue'er's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly spoke.

"But......" Wang Chuyuan looked worried, and was about to speak, but stopped abruptly.

"Young Master Wang, don't say it, Lord Jianwu has done so much for Bei'an City, wouldn't it be too selfish if we even bothered him to retreat!" A martial artist on the side couldn't help but say.

"That's right, the Sword Warrior King has done so much for Bei'an City, and we, as people of Bei'an City, have to defend Bei'an City even if we shed the last drop of blood!" The warriors around him echoed one after another.

Wang Chuyuan looked at the eyes of the united people, couldn't help gritting his teeth slightly, and said: "What about Huangwu, he is so strong, no matter how many enemies he has in Bei'an City, he will be fine!" ”

"Asaka, he's over there!" Jian Xue'er said lightly.

Wang Chuyuan went with the prestige, and above the sky, the laws on the bodies of Huang Wu and a man in black were surrounded, colliding with each other, even though they were thousands of miles away from the sky, they could still feel the fluctuations of their fight.

Above the sky

"Who are you, little Bei'an City, and you are escorted by a monarch realm master like you?" Yin Daohuang was masked in black and said coldly.

Huang Wu's face did not change, and said: "The little child of the Holy Soul Sword Sect, even if you dare to move Bei'an City, I advise you to retreat with your people immediately, otherwise you will not even have a chance to regret it!" ”

"Regret, ridiculous, I, Emperor Yin Dao, have been enlightened for thousands of years, and no one has ever made me regret it!" Yin Daohuang sneered,

"Since you want to die, don't blame the old man for not persuading you when the time comes!" The momentum on the body of the desolate martial arts suddenly became stronger, the magic power reached the sky, and the wild beasts evolved in the magic power, crushing towards Yin Daohuang.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Yin Daohuang was forced to take a few steps back.

"Barbarian Thousand Tribulations, who are you, how could you have the lost magical power of the Nine Barbarian Palace?" Yin Daohuang blocked the attack of the desolate martial arts, and the thunder path law on his body was impressively condensed, and his eyes looked at the desolate martial arts with some surprise.

The old face of the absurd martial artist snorted coldly and said, "Where did you come from so much nonsense, let's take my life!" ”

The moment the words fell, a magic hand slapped out, as if to tear the sky apart.

Yin Daohuang's face sank, the momentum on his body was condensed to the extreme, and the magic trick was played, and a sword qi was instantly condensed to meet the demon hand.

"Immortal Thunder Sword!"

The Demon Hand touched the Thunder Sword, and in an instant, a burst of aftermath erupted in the sky, rippling in all directions, rolling up a gust of wind.

Yin Daohuang ......

(End of chapter)