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The moment Xuanyuan Yuheng reached out to Xuanyuan Jing with his big hand, the six dragon hidden guards flashed and blocked Xuanyuan Jing.

At the same time, the ten dragon hidden guards flew away, surrounding Xuanyuan Yuheng.

Xuanyuan Jing kept retreating and leaving from the front hall and the back door. Xuanyuan Yuheng did not stop him from beginning to end. He just held his hands and looked at the guards of the royal family in a cold manner.

He was not surprised at all that the existence of these royal guards. Now that his cultivation has reached a bottleneck, he needs more strong people to provide him with nutrients. This is also the second reason why he came to Kyoto.

There are many powerful masters in the royal guards, but there is no first-class heavenly powerhouse. He doesn't have to worry about finding them, nor does he have to worry about being in the world, and any powerful man in the heavenly powerhouse attacks him regardless of his life or death.

The atmosphere was tense, Xuanyuan Yuheng smiled evilly:

"I hope you don't let me down."

The more the wind and snow, the more it was, the eleven people fought together in an instant, and their martial arts cultivation was turbulent.

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Zhao Wujiang's black robe sounded, and he jumped up to the eaves and looked down at the front hall of Yangxin Hall from a high place.

The vast martial arts qi inside swept through, like a storm.

After four breaths, the Yangxin Palace exploded, and broken wooden blocks splashed, and a snow-white figure and a deep blue figure rushed out of the Yangxin Palace.

Xuanyuan Yuheng pinched a Long Yin Guard's neck tightly, looked up at Zhao Wujiang who was standing on the roof, and sneered:

"Vulnerable."

Then he held his big hand, his bones were broken and his flesh was rubbed. The Dragon Yin Guard in his hand quickly shriveled, like a corpse.

As for the other nine dragon guards, there is no need to think about it, they are already dead in the front hall of the Yangxin Palace.

"boom."

The front hall collapsed, and smoke and dust rose everywhere, as if a drop of gray-red ink stains were dripped on the huge white paper of the palace.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were flowing with golden light. After five breaths, ten Long Yin Guards who were close to the cultivation level of the Grand Master were wiped out. Xuanyuan Yuheng's cultivation was still above his guess.

He didn't say anything, stared at Xuanyuan Yuheng, took out a small red mud bottle, and swallowed the blood-red viscous medicine liquid inside.

Three dark blue and gold figures swept across the eaves of the four sides. These three were Jia Six, Jia Seven, Jia Nine, and the three great masters, and their cultivation was all around the fifth level of the great master.

Six figures flew away from a distance. They were the great masters who just guarded Xuanyuan Jing to evacuate. Their cultivation was similar to Zhao Wujiang, and they were all at the first level.

"Hahaha..." Xuanyuan Yuheng stood in the howling wind and snow, the snow-white sable fur shone in the wind. He spread his hands, looked down on the strong people from all directions, and swallowed the mountains and rivers:

"Come!"

The nine dragon hidden guards attacked up and down, and all the surging martial arts attacked Xuanyuan Yuheng. Xuanyuan Yuheng pointed to the sword, like walking in the garden, the sword aura mixed with wind and snow turned into a round shield around him, resisting the continuous attacks of the nine dragon hidden guards.

Zhao Wujiang stood on the roof with golden light in his eyes, and he was ready to go.

"Ha." Xuanyuan Yuheng shouted angrily, and the invisible sword aura spread like ripples, knocking the nine dragon hidden guards away, falling into the snow, and slid out red blood marks.

"It's still vulnerable!"

Xuanyuan Yuheng raised his hand and sucked a dragon Yinguard with a cultivation level of the Grandmaster with a first-level cultivation level in the Grandmaster. He held it in his hand, like a weak mountain hare. He clenched it tighter and tighter, and blood flowed in his hand.

He has the Star-Sucking Technique to protect himself. As long as the recovery power is greater than the degree of injury, he will be invincible.

"The heavenly man beats the drum!"

Jialiu shouted angrily, and the remaining eight dragon guards turned over and stood up. Regardless of their injuries, they treated him as if they were homeless and rushed towards Xuanyuan Yuheng.

"Tianyi!" Jia Liutian's blue mask was broken, revealing an old face, with a ferocious look, and punched Xuanyuan Yuheng's head.

Xuanyuan Yuheng raised his arm and gently blocked it, casually sneering at Zhao Wujiang, who was becoming more and more powerful on the roof, and said:

"Zhao Yinren, if you don't escape, you will have no chance later!"
Chapter completed!