A few days later.

Outside the Canyon of the Alien, the Wei-Yan border is called the slaughterhouse.

At dusk.

The earth was trembling, and the sound of iron cavalry running and stepping in the distance came from the distance.

The Wei army lined up and quickly gathered the formation and stopped more than a thousand meters away from the boundary card. They were just plundering the formation for the Holy Son and could not interfere.

The knights watching the battle in the Great Wei River also gathered here, and the good show was about to start.

The contest between the Holy Son of the Holy Sect and the number one person in the Shadow Academy is about to begin!

But, they will not give any help.

Because, this is a showdown.

And the stage in the distance belongs to that man.

At the end of the horizon, the blood-colored flag of Yan appeared under the rosy light.

The pattern is a blood-red waning moon floating on the blue glacier, and there is another shadow corresponding to the waning moon in the glacier.

The waning moon refers to the royal family of Yan State.

The glacier refers to the largest river that runs across the east and west within the territory of Yan State, and is also the mother river that nurtures the people of Yan State.

The shadow in the river refers to the shadow palace, which means that the palace is like the reflection of the royal family.

The cavalry approached.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, sitting at a place that was level with the Wei border sign, still standing still.

The Dark Golden Knife of Hundred Battles was placed horizontally on her knees, and her black hair was stirred up by the airflow caused by the impact of the opponent's iron cavalry, revealing the vast heaven and a slightly beautiful face.

The murderous aura was almost rushed towards him, but Xia Ji did not open his eyes.

Whoosh!!

Suddenly.

A sharp light shot from a distance.

The Liming tore the air and even stirred the sound of wind and thunder.

The target turned out to be the Great Wei earth card.

The Yan Kingdom's Earth Card was cut into two halves when Xia Ji killed Murong Cha in seconds. The visitor was not willing to be outdone and wanted to destroy the World Card first.

Or maybe it's for a test.

In the eyes of everyone.

The moment before, Xia Ji was still sitting, the next moment, he was already standing in front of the earth sign, and the afterimage passed by, like two abrupt pictures freezing.

He reached out his hand and held the sharp light.

The light stopped immediately.

That was a long knife.

Xia Ji threw it aside casually.

It is like a complete understanding of the world, and then driven by mysterious energy, it can be several miles in one step.

Driven by Xia Ji, although he could not reach a few miles, he could still do it wherever he looked, like a phantom.

After a few breaths, the consumed true energy was filled.

The long sword was naturally thrown by Murong Tianlong, so he took the sword of the soldier beside him and shot it out.

Seeing Xia Ji was so shocked that he blocked his own knife.

He was not angry either, but just snorted coldly: "It's interesting, this person is worth killing me."

Then I have to step forward.

Feng Rui hurriedly whispered: "Tianlong, be careful, this little beast has some ability, don't fall into his way."

Murong Tianlong paused slightly and patted the knife box about 100 feet on his back, "With the magic knife here, killing him is like killing a dog."

Feng Rui wants to say something else, Murong Tianlong is already shooting forward.

It was a pitch-black horse.

Halfway through the mercedes-broad, Murong Tianlong suddenly turned over and stood on the back of the mercedes-broad horse, pulled the Sanskrit chain with his left hand, and slapped his right hand, hanging a knife magazine about a foot under his palm and following the horse.

Murong Tianlong's luck sounded, and the sound was clearly heard within a few miles:

"The time when I was away, you became famous.

If you become famous, you won’t hide and hide, and you will have to speak wildly and wait here.

Are you waiting to die?!!”

With a grim laugh, his right hand had already penetrated into the knife magazine.

The lid of the box was lifted, and a rich and rolling black air rose from it.

Murong Tianlong's hand reached into the black air and held the cold knife rod.

With a sudden wave.

The lid and body of the box were like two coffin lids that were shot, and were deeply inserted into the ground beside it, but it was less than half.

Xia Ji looked at the person who came indifferently.

He has a handsome face, a thin but strong body, and his eyes are filled with evil spirits. The black hair in the shawl moves backwards as the horse gallops. But the horse is running, but he is standing completely on it as if nothing is wrong.

Maintain a balance between movement and stillness.

It also seems to be a combination of these two completely opposite states, and it shows wonder.

The knife he held in his right hand was about three quarters long, and the black-patterned dragon pole was made of. The knife was made of a shrill evil dragon swallowing the sky. Its huge mouth was spit out like a waning moon. The back of the knife was bent, and the three forks behind it seemed to be three sharp corners of the evil dragon.

The knife pattern is disordered and unchanging in the sunshine, sometimes like water pattern, and sometimes it becomes a flame.

Even though Murong Tianlong was still far away, Xia Ji could faintly hear the wonderful roar of the evil dragon.

It's indeed a magic knife.

The duel of experts only takes a moment.

And before this moment, countless thoughts flashed by every second.

These thoughts are many at first, but as they get closer, they will decrease sharply.

Until the end, the gods had no thoughts and only fought with instinct.

And in this process, many things will happen every second.

The evil aura suddenly grew around Murong Tianlong's body, and it was like a whirlpool in this life, sweeping around in all directions, and then gathered back to the magic sword. The evil dragon in the magic sword seemed to feel the evil aura and screamed happily.

The sky is full of evil dragons roaring.

The people watching the battle around watched the scene in horror.

Bang!!

Murong Tianlong suddenly jumped up, and the horse he was riding suddenly wailed, and his body torn apart, and it actually broke into two pieces under this step!

The horse's blood splattered, its body torn, and it rushed out several meters, extremely cruel.

All the knights watching the battle in the Great Wei Dynasty were stunned.

On the other hand, Yan State showed joy.

The flying Murong Tianlong held the knife in both hands, and his whole body was covered with a blood-red aura. This aura gradually merged with the knife, as if an evil dragon was coming down from the sky.

"Heiyun Slashes the City! Die for me!!"

The evil dragon pounced on the ground and still stood still and still never drew his sword.

The boy closed his eyes, and he seemed to be waiting for something.

But what else can he wait?

If you don’t draw your sword, it’s too late!

Xiaoluding clenched his fists tightly, and he was so nervous.

Although she also brought elixirs to heal and return to breath this time, she even brought bandages and alcohol, hoping that the Holy Son could use it if he was injured.

But...she suddenly felt that these were useless.

She crossed her fingers and began to chant "Amitabha, Amitabha", but she had never believed in the Buddha for a day...

At this time, I started to cram the moment.

I silently recited in my heart, "Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you."

Because, she couldn't think of what to do.

Murong Tianlong in the sky seems to be an evil dragon.
To be continued...