Luo Wanmiao, the leader, led many troops to surround the place and controlled most of the city.
Riding on a war horse, Luo Wanmiao was wearing gray-black armor, with a gloomy expression. There seemed to be an indescribable aura surrounding her body, which was very strange and unpredictable. There was also a strange light in her eyes.
Not only him, but also the people under him, the aura suddenly became so powerful that even he could not control it. What exactly happened? No one knew.
On the opposite side, many cultivators were confronting Luo Wanmiao's men, but they did not move for a while.
In this Black Prison City, everyone carries a human life and bloodthirsty air with them. So even if they feel something is wrong, they don't have much fear and stand in a stalemate with each other.
At this time, a figure stepped out from the crowd, holding an ordinary long sword in his hand.
"Luo Wanmiao, you occupy one side of the Black Prison City, that's your ability. Many practitioners are willing to surrender under your feet, that's your ability. But now your ambitions are getting more and more expanded. Do you want to annex the entire Black Prison?
city?"
"Yes, what exactly do you want to do? Are you doing this to make everyone an enemy? Where do you put the ruler? Where do you put Xiaoyaoju and Lian Sanniang?"
Everyone was talking to each other and arguing endlessly. The expressions on their faces showed no sign of surrender.
After a long while, Luo Wanmiao smiled coldly, held a big knife, and swept across everyone present.
"Listen to me, my intention is very simple. You have also seen Zhang Fangyou's fate before. In this black prison city, after surrendering for so many years, so what? Wasn't he easily eliminated?"
The conversation changed and Luo Wanmiao raised the big sword in her hand: "I feel so aggrieved to stay here, why don't we all unite with me to pull down the ruler, even Sanniang, and let this Black Prison City be completely free.
"
Everyone looked at each other, but not many believed what he said.
"Luo Wanmiao, I think you are a drunkard and don't care about drinking. Look at the aura on your body, and it suddenly becomes so weird. Are you like that Zhang Fangyou, who has gone astray, so you want to destroy yourself?
"
At this time someone came out again and pointed at Luo Wanmiao.
"Don't be deceived by him, everyone. His purpose must be to get the person Lian Sanniang brought into Xiaoyaoju before. It is said that that person has a rare treasure. Luo Wanmiao's current situation is really weird."
Everyone nodded. Although they were murderous, their basic sanity was still there.
"Hmph! Since you are so stubborn and refuse to eat the toast and drink as a penalty, then don't blame me for being rude. This Black Prison City has no rules and no system. Who does he Pang Sanqian mean? I, Luo Wanmiao, just don't accept it!"
With a twist of the broadsword and a strange twist of the wrist, the sword energy swept across the area, approaching the person in front of him.
Boom! Clang! Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and the sword energy surged one after another. The person on the opposite side tried to resist, but his energy was instantly swallowed up. He had no power to resist, so he was thrown away by the sword energy. He vomited blood and hit the ground. He died.
"Luo Wanmiao, do you really think that no one can suppress you? How dare you kill someone directly!"
Everyone flashed and used their own methods to rush out.
Afterimages flickered one after another, attacking Luo Wanmiao in all directions at the same time.
The next second, the figures dispersed, trapping each other tightly.
The aura of each of Luo Wanmiao's men and horses has skyrocketed, so they have become an iron wall that cannot be broken through. If they continue, they will only die.
"It's unreasonable for you to kill me continuously.
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Aren't you afraid that the Lord Commander will destroy you?"
Luo Wanmiao was in the center, holding a big sword: "Hmph! The rules of Black Prison City are that the strong are respected. Now I, Luo Wanmiao, am not afraid of him. Even if he appears now, I have the ability to fight him. This Black Prison City is
Times have changed."
The broadsword struck horizontally, and a strange force of energy caused it to fly out. The sword energy appeared gray-black, and surrounded many strong men: "If anyone is still not convinced, then wait to be the soul of the dead under my sword."
The shadow of the knife rotated, which was an obvious threat. For a while, many strong men did not dare to move.
"No, there is something wrong with Luo Wanmiao. Look at him, he is full of black energy. It must be the power of the Soul Sacrifice Sect that has just risen crazily recently. Is he also connected with the Soul Sacrifice Sect?"
Suddenly, two figures flashed over one after another and landed in the middle of the crowd.
When they saw the visitor, everyone saluted him respectfully.
"Lord Commander, you are here at the right time. This guy Luo Wanmiao is simply crazy. None of us is his opponent. Please take action and kill him directly to avoid future troubles."
Pang Sanqian narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Luo Wanmiao: "The secret technique of the Soul Sacrifice Sect, burn the soul!"
Shaking his head: "Luo Wanmiao, I just warned you before. If you seek skin from a tiger, even if you are controlled, you will not end well. How do you think your short-term strength comes from? How stupid!"
When he turned his right hand, a surge of energy appeared, and Pang Sanqian made a gesture to take action.
Another figure flashed forward first and stopped Pang Sanqian.
"Sir, since the matter started because of me and the other party came after me, then let me solve it myself. I can't hide behind others all the time. What kind of man am I?"
Feng Mian stepped forward and narrowed his eyes slightly, staring into Luo Wanmiao's eyes.
"Ye Guhong, I know you can hear me and you are watching everything secretly. Since your target is me, then come directly to me. Get what you want yourself!"
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and murmured in confusion: "What is this guy talking about? Why can't you understand it at all? Is it really related to him that Luo Wanmiao became like this? But how can we solve it just by him?"
Feng Mian had a sullen face, and with a move of his right hand, a long sword appeared, flashing with a powerful sword light.
"This is the Nanming Sword of the Sword Sect! Why does he have the Sword Sect's sword? This is a spiritual sword that can only be controlled by the sect master, but he is willing to obey his orders? Who is this person?"
Feng Mian had no time to care about anything else, as the earthly evil energy surged above the Nanming Sword.
He formed seals with his hands, runes spread out one after another, the sword energy turned into countless sword shadows, and Feng Mian stood in the center.
Pressing down hard with both hands, the sword veins rippled and the sword energy roared, directly spreading the shadow of the sword.
The afterimage flashed again, appearing very close to Luo Wanmiao.
Turning his fist into a palm, he suddenly blasted out a stream of earth-shaking energy.
"Earth Evil Palm! Break!"
Bang! Bang!
There was a muffled sound, and Luo Wanmiao couldn't avoid it and flew out directly.
But before Feng Mian could lower himself, many people and horses behind him swarmed up, trapping Feng Mian in the middle.
These people had been eroded by the evil spirit and had long lost their normal humanity. Therefore, like ferocious beasts, they rushed towards Feng Mian, directly drowning his breath.
Many onlookers stepped back, and the gray-black aura in front of them was soaring into the sky, which was difficult to suppress.
Feng Mian was trapped in it, closed his eyes, and used the power of his soul. A mist rose up, and the earth evil palm turned into palm prints all over the sky, hitting everyone with devastating blows. They were stunned for a moment, and then flew backwards.
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Standing still, Feng Mian stared at these people solemnly.
"The methods of the Soul Sacrifice Sect are indeed despicable. They use the killings of these people to control their minds. Unless they are killed, they will attack tirelessly. Even I cannot afford such an intense siege."
With a shake of his right hand, the Nanming Sword came back. With a change of thought, Feng Mian injected the sword's veins into the blade.
The hand seals changed, a sword seal flashed between the eyebrows, and the Nanming sword turned into countless sword shadows, and then formed a sword prison, trapping everyone in it and unable to escape in a short period of time.
"What a powerful method! I didn't expect him to have such strength at such a young age. No wonder he can even control the Nanming Sword. It is not unreasonable for the Sword Sect to trust the sect master."
Unexpectedly, a strong and sinister aura struck from behind everyone, and they dispersed subconsciously.
Luo Wanmiao could be seen now with disheveled hair, scarlet eyes, a rapid increase in spiritual energy on her body, and terrifying meridians on her face, even to the point of terror, as she stared at Feng Mian.
The sword in his hand was entangled with ghosts, which he had attracted with his own soul.
"Feng Mian, why did you come out? What the Lord wants is the rare treasure on your body. As long as you hand it over, I can let you go. But you want to die, so you can't blame me."
The broadsword turned and turned into afterimages. With a fierce swing, it flew out in the shape of an arc.
Phew! Clang!
There was a clear sound, and Feng Mian immediately drew his long sword horizontally, trying to hit him hard. But when the two energies collided, he felt different strengths of power, and even the Nanming Sword was thrown out of his hand.
Staring solemnly at the frantic Luo Wanmiao, Feng Mian had murderous intent in his eyes.
"Very good, then come again!"
The afterimage flashed and Fengmian disappeared.
It turned into a tornado of mist and rushed towards Luo Wanmiao.
At the same time, Pang Sanqian took action. The simple seal in his hand changed, and a long sword with mysterious runes and an extremely powerful aura slowly appeared. All the spiritual power was concentrated on it, with a finger.
I saw the big knife flying out and heading straight towards Feng Mian.
"Is this... is this... the legendary soul-cutting sword that specifically targets souls? I didn't expect it to be in the hands of the Lord Commander. I'm really glad that we didn't choose to rebel, otherwise, everyone would have no way to survive."
Pang Sanqian's shadow flashed, approaching Feng Mian: "Feng Mian, he is in a state that ordinary weapons cannot deal with. Not even your Nanming Sword can do it. Hold the soul-cutting knife, pour soul power into it, and break his
Fighting spirit!"
Feng Mian did not hesitate and raised his hand to hold the soul-cutting knife.
The moment he took it, his whole body trembled violently. He hurriedly used the power of his soul to forcefully inject it into it, and then barely suppressed it.
Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, the power of the soul showed signs of riot.
Feng Mian stood still and slowly raised the soul-cutting knife. His eyes narrowed slightly and became cold, and he slashed with the knife.
Phew! Clang! Bang! Boom!
Continuous explosions opened up a long crack mark. Wherever the sword energy went, although there was no substantial change, all vitality disappeared instantly. This is the power of the soul-cutting sword.
Let's talk about Luo Wanmiao. With one strike, he flew backwards and hit the ruins. He was dying. The spiritual power in his body had long been dissipated. Even the power of his soul was shattered, leaving only a weak breath.
Staring at him condescendingly, Pang Sanqian also stepped forward and looked at him complicatedly.
"Lord Commander...I'm sorry...it wasn't my intention...it was him..."
The arm fell slowly, completely losing its vitality...