Bang bang bang!

Arrows with blood streaks fell down one after another.

It penetrated deeply into the huge shield, and then broke the shield. The arrow showed its sharp edge, and its power was far more powerful than ordinary arrows.

The blood and qi of the soldiers of the South China Sea Army rose up and they became one.

But he was also pierced by blood-marked arrows and hit the armor.

Gold and iron clash!

The blood-marked arrows have gone through two layers of consumption, and their power is greatly reduced.

It only broke through a few of the armors of the Nanhai soldiers.

Puff puff puff.

Blood splatters!

However, it only caused minor injuries.

The soldiers of the Nanhai Grand Army pulled out the blood-marked arrows and continued to fight with a ferocious face.

The armies of both sides were anxiously fighting together.

In the night sky, the armies of both sides gathered their fighting souls to fight in military formations.

On the earth, both sides fought bloody battles selflessly!

The sword energy and sword light are everywhere!

The bright spiritual light flickers on and off, and the iron-blooded evil energy shakes the heaven and earth.

It was even so frightening that all the birds and beasts for hundreds of miles around fled in panic.

Xianyang City.

Eighth Young Master's Mansion!

The bright moon is bright, and the moonlight is falling down.

It shines on Ying Ziye who is silently practicing his kung fu on the bed.

The bad guy sent the news and reported: "Sir, there is an army of tens of thousands of blood soldiers attacking outside Xianyang City, but now it has been blocked by the Nanhai army, and both sides are in panic."

"Moreover, there are South Vietnamese assassins who are attacking and want to kill in the mansion, but they are blocked by Heibingtai and Shadow Secret Guards."

The army attacks the city!

Ying Ziye opened his eyes, a ray of spiritual light flashed through him, and his bright eyes were as deep as an abyss.

"Walk!"

Ying Ziye stood up, stepped out of the room in one step, stood on the roof, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Everyone in the house, follow me to kill the enemy!"

Boom boom boom!

Waves of powerful momentum soared into the sky.

The sweeping monk, Jian Jiu, Master Xiao Meng, etc. all left the room and looked at Ying Ziye.

kill!

Ying Ziye led everyone to kill outside the city.

But at this time.

A figure came with a strong momentum.

Walk on the air.

Land fairy!

The power shocked the heaven and earth, causing wind and clouds to gather, and the celestial phenomena to change.

"Eighth Young Master, why are you so anxious?"

The faint words came with a hint of age.

Astonishingly, it was Lao Zhuo Qinghou!

"It's you."

Ying Ziye frowned. Old Zhuo Qinghou, who had been searching for him for many days, suddenly showed up.

However, he was not surprised. Ying Ziye had expected it.

When the bad guy heard that an army of tens of thousands of blood warriors was attacking the city, he had multiple guesses in his mind.

But the bigger suspicion is that old Zhuo Qinghou!

"Oh!"

Old Zhuo Qinghou smiled softly, and without saying much, he started to kill Ying Ziye.

"You dare!"

The sweeping monk shouted and took action quickly.

A huge palm of golden light blasted out, and countless Sanskrit chants were chanted.

bass!

Lao Zhuoqinghou condensed his blood and true energy and turned it into a long sword with red blood and silver patterns, which cut through the air with one strike.

The shocking sword light soared into the sky, extremely sharp, and slashed towards the golden palm.

The two collided together.

The giant palm of golden light was thick and majestic, crushing down with great force.

Although the long sword with red blood and silver patterns is made of condensed energy and blood, it is also extremely solid and sharp, far better than ordinary famous swords.

Gold and iron clash!

The shocking sword light broke through the golden light palm, splitting the golden light palm into two halves, which continued to crack and turn into spiritual light that was annihilated.

At the same time, it was broken into pieces, but it still killed Ying Ziye.

boom!

Ying Ziye shattered the greatly reduced power of the shocking sword with one punch. He stared at Zhuo Qinghou tightly and said in a cold voice: "Kill!"

As the words fell.

The sweeping monk took action boldly and attacked Old Zhuoqing Hou again, and quickly approached him.

Old Zhuo Qinghou had no intention of dodge, his white hair was flying, and the sword in his hand was raised high, blooming with streaks of bloody brilliance.

The pressure is heavier.

The space seemed unable to withstand the heavy pressure, and cracks appeared.

Above the night sky.

A bloody bright moon appeared, extremely eerie.

It blasted towards Ying Ziye.

At the same time, the figure of Old Zhuo Qinghou flickered on and off, quickly crossed the void, traveled hundreds of feet in an instant, and rushed straight towards him.

Obviously, if you want to capture the thief, capture the king first!

Looking at the old Marquis Zhuo Qing, Ying Ziye felt inexplicably familiar.

But the other person couldn't match up with anyone in his memory.

town!

The sweeping monk's mouth was full of words, and he held the void in his hand, turning it into a huge Zen staff and blocking it in front of Ying Ziye.

Bang!

The Zen staff firmly blocked the blood moon.

Ying Ziye's figure changed, avoiding Old Zhuo Qinghou, and drew the Xuanyuan Sword.

The sword of the emperor!

When a sword comes out, the world moves.

The sun, moon, stars, birds, beasts, insects and fish.

Various complicated runes flickered on and off.

With one strike of his sword, the sword energy transformed into thousands of golden lights and struck at Lao Zhuo Qinghou.

Miso miso miso!

The sword energy spreads across the void.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

But it was blocked by the protective aura of Old Zhuo Qinghou. However, as a divine object in myths and legends, Xuanyuan Sword is not ordinary.
To be continued...