The sky before dawn was the most gloomy, and the snow fell above the nine heavens.

The lights of Yan Shan faltered in the cold wind, and a series of brilliant sword lights broke through the sky and streaked across the sky of Heavenly Dao City.

The cold wind roared, bringing a pungent smell of blood.

It was a stone path, and the sword qi swept over the stone path like a torrent, rolling up a pile of snow.

The snow did not fall to the ground, but fell on the corpses, broken swords, and the corpses that died tragically, falling in a mess all around.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, blood trailed down the broken sword and fell on the snowflakes.

Figures filled the sky, and bright sword lights illuminated the entire sky.

The sword shadow hovered in the void like an ocean, and an embarrassed figure was located in the sea of sword shadows, which could be drowned by the terrifying wave of sword qi at any time.

"Blood Prison Thief, do you still want to escape?"

"Damn, Lao Tzu and the others have worked hard to get from the Lonely Hell, if you let this thief escape today, then we don't have to go back to the Lonely City!"

A sneer hovered in the air, and the fierce sword qi brought a piercing sound of breaking wind.

Dressed in a broken bloody clothes, with dim eyes, and a rather handsome face, the handsome face was also pale, and Liuye stared at the sneering middle-aged man in the distance, and sighed slightly: "It's really ghostly!"

The sword qi that broke through the sky pierced through Liuye's chest, bringing up pillars of blood.

Liuye always had an indifferent smile on his face, as if it was not him who was hurt, but someone else.

"In the past few days of pursuit, you have not been unsuccessful, let alone today?" The sword was raised, and Liuye took a step forward, and his long sword coldly pointed at the middle-aged man and the others.

In front of the flowing leaf, nearly more than a hundred figures surged, and their fierce momentum gathered together, like a shackle, imprisoning the void around the flowing leaf.

Except for a few of these warriors from Dugu City, most of them belonged to the Eight Great Cities forces.

"Is this the man who has been chasing and killing for days?" the snow fell, the cold wind roared like a devil, and a hoarse voice sounded, overpowering the shrill wind.

An elderly figure loomed in the wind and snow, and finally appeared next to the middle-aged man.

"Commander!" dozens of Eight Great City martial artists shouted out, but the swords in their hands still did not stop, bringing up a torrent of fierce sword qi.

For this old man who suddenly appeared, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and then he said with a straight expression: "Exactly!"

"It's just a spirit martial arts realm, your work efficiency is too low!" the old man said lightly, there was no expression on his withered yellow face, and his eyes were like dead fish.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Nearly more than 100 warriors went to the Lonely Hell to hunt down this person, and nearly 70 warriors on their own side were killed.

The facts were in front of him, and the middle-aged man knew that any explanation could only be exchanged for ridicule from the other party, coupled with the difference in status between the two sides, the middle-aged man nodded and whispered: "This person is a person from the Blood Prison!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man stopped talking, if it weren't for the grievances between your eight major cities and the blood prison, Lao Tzu would have eaten enough and had nothing to do and ran here from the lonely hell.

The fierce cold wind came to his face, Liuye's pupils shrank, and his heart sank, "There is an old immortal, or the commander level!"

The rules flowed on the sword, and Liuye's gaze changed, "You must not fall here, otherwise you won't be laughed to death by those guys in Han Jian!"

Holding the sword weapon in his hand, Liuye took a step forward unhurriedly, bringing up one afterimage after another, and the brilliant sword rainbow appeared, tearing apart the surging sword qi torrent in front of him, and this Liuye took the initiative to attack.

"I can't help myself!" the old man said lightly, in his eyes, the Lingwu Realm was an ant. Under the martial arts, they are all ants.

With the wave of the sleeve robe, the old man's right hand slowly poked out into the sleeve, and his right hand grabbed into the void, and the torrent of will erupted like a volcano, directly shining the sword qi torrent and imprisonment around him, and went straight to the flowing leaves.

Poof, the torrent of will destroys one afterimage after another like a bamboo, until the last afterimage is shattered.

"Afterimage?" The old man's expression changed slightly, and his gaze fell on the void in the distance, where a bloody cloth appeared, and it was a flowing leaf.

Seeing this, a smile flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, damn the supernatural power, this guy is pretending to be desperate when he has nothing to do, but in fact, he is using the supernatural power to condense a clone, and the real deity has long since left.

"Deliberately pretending to go all out, forcing the seniors to use the will of martial arts, so as to break the confinement around him, as soon as the confinement is broken, this kid will escape immediately, alas!" The middle-aged man said lightly, "This is also the reason why this guy has been tried to escape repeatedly!"

The middle-aged man's seemingly explained words fell into the ears of the old man, but they were like mockery, the old man snorted coldly, stepped out of the air, looked coldly at the flowing leaves in the sky, and said lightly: "In the hands of the old man, he can't escape!"

"He can't escape!" the old man's words turned into the voice of heaven and earth, hovering above the void.

Liuye's body suddenly froze, and a terrifying coercion broke through the air, like a mountain, suppressing his figure.

"Will suppressed!" The old man's words swirled in Liuye's mind, and Liuye seemed to be stuck in a swamp, in a dilemma.

"I still underestimated the terrifyingness of the Martial Dao Realm, and the void within a radius of dozens of zhang was imprisoned by this old guy's martial arts will. Liuye clenched the long sword in his hand, raised the sword with difficulty, and stabbed out with a sword.

Ding! The crisp sound sounded, and the sword of Liuye was full of the power of the yang, but when it fell into this void, it became weak and did not make waves, like a wave in the sea.

The oppression from the sword's body made Liuye's right arm numb for a while, and although he used his magical powers, he still couldn't shake the will of this martial art.

The robes hunted, and the old man came with many eight great warriors. The middle-aged man and others also followed, and they had to admit that the strength of this old guy was there, and that kid couldn't escape.

A sharp sound of breaking wind sounded in the rear, Liuye Sword frowned slightly, and the thick true qi surged wildly, and he turned around suddenly, avoiding a burst of sword qi.

The right hand leaned out of the robe, and the old man looked at the flowing leaves in front of him with an indifferent expression, and with a wave of his palm, the martial will condensed into a huge palm shadow, and it came with a bang.

The martial arts oppression was approaching, and Liuye's body couldn't move, and he could only see this huge palm shadow roaring.

"Huh!" Liuye looked stunned, and then, he looked at the martial arts palm shadow whistling indifferently, and said with a faint smile: "It's really embarrassing, it's ugly in front of these people again!"

The palm shadow of the martial arts will slam down, and the body of the flowing leaf will inevitably be unable to bear it, and it will directly end up destroying the flesh and soul.

However, the old man and the others didn't see any panic in Liuye's expression, but that smile made the middle-aged man feel inexplicably uneasy, "Damn, this kid is laughing again, every time this kid laughs, something bad happens!"

Everyone's gaze became uncertain, and under the gaze of hundreds of eyes, the palm shadow of this martial arts will was strangely still at the moment when it was about to touch the flowing leaves.

The old man's expression changed suddenly, and his right hand was about to be raised, when a flat voice echoed in the distance: "If you dare to make a move, your death will be worse than his!"

The bland words, but the murderous intent in them made the old man's heart palpitate, and his right hand also stopped.

The sound turned into a sound wave and spread, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, the sound wave hit the palm shadow of the martial will, and the palm shadow shattered.

At the same time, the martial arts will within a radius of dozens of zhang collapsed, and the space returned to normal again.

The oppression dissipated, and Liuye turned around suddenly, his eyes fell on the sky, and his eyes were full of fanaticism: "Sect Master!"

Stopped, the old man and the others also looked towards the end of the sky, where it was calm like a pool of stagnant water, without waves, and after an instant, a white-clothed figure appeared on it.

The spatial ripples dispersed, and the figure walked out of the endless void and stepped on the snow.

Seeing this figure, the middle-aged man and the other law enforcers in Lonely City all gasped, and their scalps tingled: "How is it possible, how can he appear here?"