Seeing that he was about to fall into a three-on-one situation, Xue Zongwu roared angrily, tilted his shoulders, and the crouching beast rushed towards the brothers.
The Weng brothers realized how powerful it was and hurriedly turned around to avoid it.
Xue Zongwu grabbed a hammer and hit He Lingchuan.
At the critical moment of life and death, all magic weapons and magical powers are exhausted. He can only rely on combat skills, force, and will to fight his way out and join his army!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the man in black armor roared loudly, black fire steamed around his body, and his strength suddenly increased again!
Xue Zongwu took two swords from him. It was clear that the purple-gold melon hammer was a heavy weapon to make the enemy's hands tremble, but now his own jaw was broken, and sticky blood flowed all over his hands.
Even if Emperor Jiuyou suddenly put away his Yuan Power, even if Xue Zongwu had used the "Diligence Talisman", the latter still couldn't resist.
Only then did he realize that the man in front of him had not tried his best in the previous battle.
Xue Zongwu's men have arrived, and there is no need to delay any longer. He Lingchuan's eyes hidden under the mask flashed slightly, and he opened and closed his moves widely, hitting faster and faster, and hitting harder and harder!
Dang, dang, dang, twenty-five consecutive strikes in one breath were like striking an iron. Xue Zongwu could only parry, and could not even straighten his back.
He felt like a nail that was about to be hammered into the ground by Emperor Jiuyou.
Bao Xin and others who were running over were also horrified and couldn't believe their eyes. The powerful and domineering Marshal Xue was actually pinned to the ground and beaten until he was unable to fight back?
After receiving these twenty-five blows, his strength, blood and fighting spirit were all drained. Xue Zongwu knew that he could not survive.
The junior brother and his subordinates arrived quickly, but it was already too late.
There was a cruel look in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "He is..."
He is He Lingchuan!
Emperor Jiuyou is He Lingchuan!
Voices and blood spurted out together. Even if he died, he would still pass on this information before he died, so that He Lingchuan could enjoy the pursuit of the whole world!
But his voice had long since become mute, and amid the background sounds of falling wood in the main hall behind him, it actually couldn't be heard very far.
At the same time, the man in black armor swung away his purple-gold melon hammer, and the cold sword light left an afterimage and slashed through his neck.
Silky and light, like cutting open a leaf.
Xue Zongwu's cry stopped abruptly.
This extremely precious secret has never been revealed to the world.
His eyes were full of unwillingness.
But before Xue Zongwu's consciousness completely dissipated, a detail suddenly came up deep in his memory:
He had read the information about Emperor Jiuyou, and there was a sentence in it——
Emperor Jiuyou likes to execute people in public.
in public!
In the past, Xue Zongwu himself liked to do this, in full view of the public, with the effect of shocking people.
But now that he thought about it, the black-armored leader had never tried his best in the previous battles. Instead, he was weakening him as slowly as cutting out seedlings. What was he waiting for?
Wait for other witnesses to arrive.
Wait for everyone from Xiaotaoshan Villa and Xue Jiajun to rush to the scene to witness the execution of Emperor Jiuyou in public and kill Xue Zongwu!
Yes, yes, Emperor Jiuyou has spent so much effort to get rid of this "evil man". Of course, he must complete the ceremony, use all the gimmicks, and make everyone immersed in unspeakable terror!
Without an audience to appreciate, it means getting twice the result with half the effort. How can Emperor Jiuyou do it?
He hates it so much, why didn't he think of this earlier?
Why not take advantage of this?
Now, it's all too late.
He Lingchuan grabbed the top of his hair with his backhand and pulled it out hard——
Separation of body and head!
The headless body then fell.
There are many magic powers to fake death in this world, and beheading is the safest way.
Xue Zongwu died!
This battle took place right in front of the burning hall. The collapsed wooden beams and the sky full of fire almost froze the scene:
Emperor Jiuyou forcibly pulled out Xue Zongwu’s head!
Absurd, bloody, but as clear as slow motion.
The person opposite was stunned and subconsciously stopped.
General Xue is dead?
General Xue, who is known as the most important weapon of the country, was actually head-on and killed in public by a man in black armor of unknown origin?
In front of more than a hundred of his elite men, he was beheaded in front of his fellow disciples!
The Weng brothers also opened their mouths and said nothing.
Butcher Xue is really dead! Is their revenge now complete?
Weng Xing slapped himself with his backhand. It hurt, it wasn't a dream.
Before the opponent could react, He Lingchuan held the sinner's head with his left hand and threw the soul hook chain with his right hand. Xue Zongwu's dead soul was hooked out of his body under the gaze of countless people, and he was unwillingly thrown into the Ju Luo treasure box.
Both body and soul are silent.
The evil ghost imprisoned in the box irrigates the treasure tree with nutrients, and there will be one more from now on.
Just as He Lingchuan was about to move, the soul-capturing mirror in his arms suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute, there is a treasure on Xue's body!"
Xue Zongwu had just fought fiercely with Emperor Jiuyou for a long time. Magic weapons and magical powers emerged one after another. His fighting power was really strong and there were so many treasures.
He Lingchuan immediately leaned over, quickly touched the corpse under the guidance of the unscrupulous mirror, and in two breaths, he pulled a sail-shaped brocade silk from Xue Zongwu's waist.
The mirror shouted: "Yes, that's it. I can feel it, it's a good thing."
He Lingchuan could feel the characteristics of this magic weapon when he pinched it.
It turns out that this object is called "Smooth Sailing". It can protect its owner at critical moments and convert external attacks into knock-up force. It is both a self-defense weapon and an escape tool. When Xue Zongwu was ambushed by the Weng brothers, he relied on it to escape Weng's attack.
Su's first strike was full of energy, and he used it to block He Lingchuan's slash in the middle. It was really a life-saving weapon.
I'm pretty discerning about mirrors, although I don't like the divine bone necklace.
He Lingchuan politely put the magical weapon into his pocket and took Xue Zongwu's weapon away with him.
To take one thing is to take it, and to take two things is to take it.
After finishing what Emperor Jiuyou must do, He Lingchuan said to the Weng brothers:
"Let's go into the palace."
Entering the palace? The Weng brothers subconsciously followed him towards the main hall, raising their heads and looking up. The palace was bathed in blazing fire. Fortunately, Qi Yun Sheng built it and had enough materials to build it. Even if the white flames were strong, they would not be able to burn it all in a short time.
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But just walking in? Weng Xing couldn't help shouting: "With that fire monster here, we can't get in!"
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As soon as Xue Zongwu died, the crouching beast lost its master and did not return to its armor. Instead, it plunged into the hall, as if to celebrate its freedom.
The hall was even more ablaze with fire.
Entering the palace now, Emperor Jiuyou behaves as if nothing has happened. The Weng brothers are afraid that they will die.
The man in black armor still strode forward, and his calm voice reached the ears of the two of them: "It doesn't matter, but come with me."
The Weng brothers looked at each other.
Follow? Not follow?
Although the fierce flames in the hall were overwhelming, after tonight's fierce battle, their trust in the men in black armor skyrocketed.
He should not cheat them.
Running to the front of the temple, the manic tongues of fire almost touched their eyebrows. The man in black armor in front suddenly stopped and took a deep breath——
This time it was like a whale sucking water, except that what it sucked in was not sea water, but flames!
White flame.
The small fire beast on Xue Zongwu's shoulder had grown a hundred times in size after swallowing half of the hall. The flames covering the hall took shape, revealing the outline of the monster.
By accident, it seems to have found a way to grow.
But the black-armored man sucked in all the white flames into his mouth.
In the eyes of everyone behind him, Bai Yan not only did not dare to attack him, but also tried his best to escape back into the palace.
It's a pity that the arm can't twist the thigh.
Even though it was unwilling and ran away while roaring, it was still sucked into the mouth of the black-armored man.
After just two or three breaths, only ordinary flames were left that invaded the entire hall.
Bai Yan has been taken away by the men in black armor. Now this place is just an ordinary fire scene, but the fire is a bit bigger.
Although the Weng brothers found it unbelievable, now was the time to escape for their lives, so they put aside all their emotions and followed closely behind the black-armored man.
If this was really a person, he would be so powerful!
They didn't know that it was of course the sacred bone necklace that sucked away the white flames, but in the eyes of outsiders, the monster was taken away by He Lingchuan. Just like the evil spirit of the Yangshan Islands back then, He Lingchuan was just following the trend.
White Fire Spirit was swallowed alive by Emperor Jiuyou! This look is very bluffing.
Walking into the fire scene again, the heat wave and thick smoke hit our faces again. But the white flames had been sucked away by He Lingchuan, and there was no residue left. The Weng brothers were relieved.
As habitual arson offenders, they skillfully took out two masks to cover their mouths and noses, and then asked He Lingchuan: "My benefactor, do you need it?"
He Lingchuan waved his hand and strode forward: "Don't stay too far away from me."
Qianglong's armor and the mask on his face can both block out poisonous smoke.
The Weng brothers walked four feet behind him, but they didn't feel the heat of the fire at all. Otherwise, ordinary people would be covered in big blisters if they walked in.
Emperor Jiuyou's ability to control fire is truly superb.
The burning wooden beams and pillars were still collapsing. Don't look at the men in black armor walking leisurely, but the falling objects could not hit them. Twice, as soon as the Weng brothers walked away, they heard a roar behind them, and the pillars were burned.
Land where they were three breaths ago.
It looks dangerous, but it actually misses every time.
They don't know that in such a chaotic and complicated environment, the soul-telling mirror in He Lingchuan's arms has been giving voice guidance: "Five steps to the right, oh yes, a rafter is about to fall! Oh no, just three steps...
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This is really a bizarre scene. The Weng brothers are also people who have experienced strong winds and waves, but they still feel that tonight's adventure is too incredible.
Weng Xing turned around and said, "The pursuers have also entered the palace!"
Bao Xin rushed into the fire scene with more than thirty people, and he was very anxious to catch them.
Weng Xing noticed that Bao Xin's side was emitting a mist of green light, shrouding everyone behind him, as if it could protect them from the fire.
Those who dare to come in must show their special abilities.
Weng Su immediately said: "The remaining more than a hundred people have not come in. Maybe the scope of protection of their magic weapons is limited?"
This complex of buildings occupies a large area and is built against a mountain. The rock walls on both sides are sharply cut, with a drop of more than ten feet, so there is no other way to the North Cliff.