No one was there, only the Scarlet Soul Stone was there. The team of men in black who hurriedly broke into the rockery dungeon were stunned. Among them were nearly twenty masters who were not corpse monsters. They all had good cultivation, and their eyes were like bronze lamps.

Flashing, there is cold murderous intention in the anger.

"Damn it, I fell into a trap."

The Scarlet Soul Stone is not something that binds the soul. It can only indicate a clear location. The martial arts cultivator determines the location of the Scarlet Soul Stone through spiritual perception. He must be sure to hit it accurately. However, if this thing is taken off, there will still be this

Function, it can be seen that the people in Xiaoyue Mansion already knew that Xihuan was wearing the Scarlet Soul Stone, and took advantage of this to use a trick to lure you into the urn.

"Yin'er, fight out." The old man in black shouted in a deep voice. The simple sword on his waist made the sound of wind and thunder clashing with dragons and phoenixes. He moved five or six feet sideways. Without waiting for the woman in black to stop him, he personally led the team to kill.

Towards the outside of the dungeon.

"Zi Que, Liu Ying, follow the master and don't get into trouble." At this time, the woman in black was sweating on the tip of her nose and felt worried. She had made many preparations, but she still ignored one thing. How could Xi Huan take Fei?

The soul stone was exposed. Is it possible that she has surrendered to the enemy? No, if she has surrendered to the enemy, there is no need to do anything. She knows her own details clearly. If she reveals it casually, Xiaoyue Mansion can kill her and her entire group a month ago.

Once the siege is complete, but there are still many unfinished tasks behind the Martial Alliance, and the various departments within the alliance are unable to rush to help, Xiaoyue Mansion will open a breach and find out his identity and the conspiracy behind it.

We can't wait any longer. Let's go out first.

The woman in black thought, and flew away with long strides. After a moment, she arrived outside the dungeon. When she looked again, the torch of Xiaoyue Mansion was brightly lit, illuminating the sky above the mansion as brightly as day. There were three thousand monks wearing armors and talismans in Zizi Palace.

Several groups were formed on the three outer floors, with no gaps everywhere. Nearly 800 people in the courtyard launched a siege against their subordinates, including 300 killers in black, who swiftly took away the lives of their subordinates.

In the midst of the flash of swords and shadows, the number of people he brought was decreasing crazily. The fifty corpse demons and rune-clothed ghost generals guarding outside the rockery dungeon also suffered a fierce counterattack from a group of red-clothed hand-wielding masters. Although the corpses were

The demon's defense is extremely astonishing, but those in red are obviously proficient in combined attack formations. Their swords are swung back and forth and connected head to tail. They cooperate with each other extremely well. Two people form a pair, three people form a formation, five people form a large formation, and a hundred people form a giant formation.

, one link after another, one after another, without any flaws. It took many years of facing each other with swords to cultivate the swordsmanship of spiritual connection.

Moreover, the sword skills used by these people are also quite profound and mysterious. They are not like the sword moves used by ordinary true disciples at all. They must be taught by masters and trained day and night.

"Yin'er, if you don't get out, it will be too late. I will guard you while you lead us to break out from the backyard."

While roaring coldly, the old man raised his sword and charged forward. The seven-foot-long blade, which was a palm wide, was swirled with the power of wind and thunder. The wind of the sword swept away the gang energy and made an explosion. Even cracks of different depths appeared in the space.

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"He is a master of Chengdao realm."

The faces of everyone in Xiaoyue Mansion across the way changed when they saw it, and their eyes became more fierce. Wu Yingxue's figure swayed out, and he was about to step forward to meet the enemy, but the Holy Emperor Zhang, who saw the signs, stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't move yet, the opponent

There are two strong men who have inherited the Tao. This old man is already old, and his aura seems to have been boosted by the spiritual pill. He has not understood the true principles of the Tao. I will stop him, and you can keep the woman."

Upon hearing this, Wu Yingxue looked at the woman in black who had just ran out of the rockery dungeon with a moved expression, and silently agreed with Zhang Yuanze's proposal.

Then, Zhang Yuansheng couldn't help but soared into the air, facing the old man and using his divine power, he immediately transformed into his true form, the eight-clawed thunder-eyed demon, and rushed out with a formidable momentum.

Bang!

when!

The eight thick contact bars like steel and copper whips danced like the wind, and they briefly exchanged blows with the old man's Qinggang sword. The night sky resounded with the sound of gold and iron, and the lingering sound was like thunder, disintegrating in the way of Yuan Ling Pi Lian.

Coming up, the fight broke out in an instant, and the aerial battlefield of Xiaoyue Mansion immediately formed a circle with a radius of ten feet in the air. The two groups of people who had been fighting nearby did not dare to stay in the area where the two Chengdao Realm powerhouses were fighting.

Zhang Yuanze was forced back several feet by the strength of the sword, and the energy in his body was rushing around. He felt that the power of the two swords was extraordinary, indeed slightly higher than the old man's cultivation level in his opinion. Unwilling to admit defeat, Zhang Yuanze approached again, with a big mouth.

Thunder spewed out from its bloody mouth, and several electric pillars shot out, blocking the old man's three escape routes: front, middle and back.

The old man just gritted his teeth when he saw this. He covered his face with a black scarf so that he was not afraid of Zhang Yuan seeing his emotions behind the scarf. He took his time and stepped forward. The Qinggang sword was raised up in front of him, and he flicked the sword with his fingertips.

With the handle, the sword energy spurted out across the sky, knocking down the flying lightning one by one. After the move was completed, the old man retreated for ten steps, and then stood firmly. In his heart, he was amazed at the ancient power of this eight-clawed thunder-eyed monster.

The power of divine electricity and the power of bloodline inheritance.

"What kind of martial arts is this? Or is it a magical power?"

The old Holy Emperor Zhang did not feel complacent because of his successful move. Instead, his eyes became more intense, his spiritual consciousness spread misty, and he slowly approached. He felt that there was a sense of reserve of energy in the old man's body. This was because he was not showing his true ability.

"Hide your head and show your tail, are you someone Zhang knows?" Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanze suddenly had an idea, and suddenly felt that the other party's behavior was different. He immediately couldn't help but change his thunder pupils to spit electricity, and dense electric snakes rolled out, forming a circle.

A thunder and lightning net was set up to press against the old man.

"Yin'er, let's go quickly..."

The old man roared, flew forward, and used the Qinggang sword in reverse, the sword energy dancing wildly into a whirlpool storm.

"Huh? This is interesting. It turns out to be the Great Wind and Thunder Technique."

The magical power has appeared, and Zhang Yuanze finally sees some details. The Great Wind and Thunder Technique is a common magical power in the world, but those who can practice magical powers must be masters of Taoism. There are countless Taoist masters in Qixia Realm, but those who can cultivate the Great Wind and Thunder Technique

There are relatively few people, and this person's Gale of Wind and Thunder Technique has not yet reached the level of Fengling Yuan Chengxiao's scornful feeling, which shows that he has just learned it recently and is not very skilled in the method.

Although Zhang Yuanze only has the cultivation level of Miaodu Dzogchen, his body is a ferocious demon inherited from the ancient divine blood. After the incarnation of the Dharma Xiang body, he can also master some of the mysteries of the Great Wind and Thunder Technique. At this moment, the wind and thunder are facing the wind and thunder, and Zhang Yuanze's cultivation level is lower.

Without flinching, he flew down under the dense grid, his thick tentacles dancing like whips.

Peng!

Peng!

Peng!

The close combat, which was as rapid as a heavy rainstorm, instantly became intense. Zhang Yuanze slashed wildly with his tentacles as hard as meteorite steel. Purple gas currents flew randomly in the air, crackling and exploding with an astonishing force. This battle did not seek a sure victory, but once

Zhang Yuanze, who begged to be spared, attacked fiercely regardless of his injuries. Soon, he was struck by dozens of swords, blood spattered, and the battle was tragic.

Wu Yingxue and others saw their eyes wide open, wishing they could all rush forward to help Zhang Yuanze, but she still had a more difficult task. The woman in black in front of the rockery dungeon saw her master unable to fight for a long time, and was very anxious. She was about to fly to help, and the two

The flanker directly blocked it with his body.

"Miss, we can't wait any longer, let's go."

The woman in black clenched her teeth and trembled with anger. After thinking about it for a while, she finally resisted the urge and said to her two subordinates: "Breakout."

After that, all the surviving men in black flew back. Only the three hundred elite monks brought earlier used their lives to block the frenzied counterattack of thousands of Xiaoyue Mansion's martial arts cultivators.

The defeat has been decided, and the woman in black is unwilling to accept it, but if she wants to leave, it is not that easy.

"If you want to run away, stay with me."

Xiaoyue Mansion was fully prepared, but there were still considerable damages. Dozens of the guards guarding the mansion were killed and injured. Hundreds of the armor-clad monks in Zizai Palace were killed on the spot. Hundreds of people were unable to fight anymore. The opponent's skills were even worse.

It far exceeded Wu Yingxue's expectations. If he couldn't keep his partner, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

"stop!"

Wu Yingxue rose into the air, and involuntarily slapped an angry palm in front of her. With the movement of her palms, wind and snow filled the sky, and the rockery dungeon with a circular radius in front of her was immediately sealed into an ice sculpture by the force of the ice palm.

"Miss, you go first..."

When Zi Que and Liu Ying heard the sound, the two great retinues blew their bamboo whistles. Nearly twenty ghosts in talisman uniforms all turned around and rushed towards Wu Yingxue in a sinister manner, holding thin iron swords with black blades and a strong momentum to move forward.

Seeing death as if returning home, Wu Yingxue would not be intimidated by a group of mindless walking corpses. Instead, she saw that the woman in black had no intention of fighting, and was furious. Her small white hands were covered with ice, as transparent as jade, and her body was

It seemed as if a stream of light had escaped, and in the blink of an eye it was almost five feet away. It stopped face to face with more than twenty ghosts in talisman clothes. Immediately, its sleeves were dancing wildly, its jade palms were flying, and dozens of explosions were heard.

All the ghost generals in talisman clothing were knocked away by her alone.

But Fei was flying, and Wu Yingxue's speed also slowed down when the Fuyi ghost generals regarded death as home. When he looked up again, three of the twenty ghost generals were dead, and the remaining seventeen counterattacked again, hoping to kill her.

Surrounded and held back.

When Wu Yingxue was in trouble, Xie Ran and Wei General led a team to fight. Three hundred red-clothed swordsmen drew less than a hundred swords. The sword raised a mad dragon and turned to the sky in anger. The cold sword gang instantly wiped out the talisman.

The ghost generals were intercepted, and the golden light pointed by Changfeng crackled directly to intercept the seventeen ghost generals in talisman clothing.

"Elder Wu, leave this place to us." Wei Yihang roared angrily and led his team to fight forward.

When Wu Yingxue saw it, she nodded silently and said "Be careful", then jumped over the blocked Fuyi Ghost General and chased outside.

The remaining sword holders in red, with the cooperation of Thorn Throat, tried their best to retain the Fuyi Ghost General, and with the nearly 3,000 Lingqiao Pavilion disciples outside, it would be difficult to escape even if the woman in black had twice as many people.

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Xiaoyue Mansion was filled with the sounds of killing, and as something happened in the mansion, Wang Mang's Sacrifice Talisman also called in the city's defender disciples. Now that Xiaoyue Mansion has the final say in Bakong City, is there still a shortage of manpower available?

From all directions, there were thunderous shouts of killing, and more and more people began to gather here. After a while, the sky above Xiaoyue Mansion was filled with martial arts cultivators, numbering nearly ten thousand.
Chapter completed!