Chapter 298: The Immortal Soul of the Heroic Soul and the Sword Are Not Disappeared
"Who are you? You dare to trespass into the city lord's mansion!"
Achieve had a flash of shock in his eyes. After all, he is now disguised as Yuan Qian and is the lord of Lucheng.
Han Wen did not answer, but just said coldly: "Take it!"
The words are over.
Thirty silver armored soldiers appeared behind Han Wen. There was no spiritual fluctuation on these silver armored soldiers, nor any breath of life fluctuations. They were actually thirty puppets.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Thirty soldiers, with uniform movements and moving forward together. Although they are inanimate, they are driven by the military spirit, forming a conventional army formation with more encirclements.
Um?
Aka 1 originally attached great importance to the young man who appeared, but the other party only used thirty puppets to turn into military formations to capture him. This behavior made him very funny.
"When the thousand-year holy dynasty was not destroyed, military strategists also prevailed, for the stars shining in the sky, now they have fallen to such a state of change, which is a pity." Chi 1 simply took off his disguise and revealed his original appearance, "The Master traveled far away,
The students of the Holy Academy are nothing but Al."
Han Wen held a flag in his hand and turned a deaf ear to Chi 1's words. Thirty silver armored soldiers were 60 to 50,000, surrounded Chi 1.
"kill!"
Korean spoke mantras, and a huge aura of Confucianism and Taoism emanated from the body. The Wen Palace became bright at the center of his eyebrows. However, his Wen Palace already had his own Tao, which was a platform of dots.
There are flags everywhere on the stage, and there is also a general's tiger seal.
The tiger seal and gold shadows shone on the thirty silver armored soldiers. In an instant, these thirty silver armored soldiers seemed to have been given a sacred mission, and their aura was still not high, like the warriors of the dynasty.
But they have military spirit and blood.
The long spear turns into a halberd, and the long spear spear spear spears to emit cold light.
Buzz!
The formation is firm.
The power gathers together.
A shadow holding a gun.
There were thousands of troops in the hall, and the white-robed general rushed to the formation with a gun, and rushed to the gates and killed the generals with one move!
puff!
Chi 1, who was extremely proud the moment before, was penetrated by a shot, and his body, which had just grown from Yuan Qian's blood and energy, died.
"What!"
Chi 1 uses his finger to transform a sword, and a secret technique of ghost sword cuts across and slashes.
Thirty silver armored soldiers took the "Pinto Sword Waiting for Day" as their commander to easily remove the power of this sword.
The Red 1 Yuanying was wrapped in black gas, showing a look of astonishment, and no more contempt.
In the past, the Holy Dynasty came to the demons, and the martial artists of the world were all in the world. They forced the army of thousands of demon clans to retreat to a safe place.
today.
The young general in front of him had such terrifying power with thirty puppets as soldiers.
"Awesome guy!"
Chi 1 praises Korean.
"However, you think you can capture me with this little method. You underestimate the practitioners in the world."
Chi 1 recasts the invisible body with ghost energy, and has ghost energy as armor, holding a ghost sword in his hand, and walks towards Korean.
Han Wen waved the flag in his hand.
Thirty silver armored soldiers changed their formation again, and the gun and halberd emitted a cold light, piercing into Chi 1's body, and holes appeared. Strangely, no blood flowed out.
"A ghost cultivator?"
Korean muttered to himself without expression.
"Yes, your formation is useless to me!"
"not necessarily."
Han Wen raised his hand and changed into a broken old order flag, which was printed with sacred and ancient runes.
"The soul is back!"
Korean face was solemn.
In an instant, a cold wind blew, and countless star dots appeared in the hall. Each star dot was once a heroic soul on the battlefield!
Thirty heroic souls injected into the silver armored soldiers puppet.
The silver armored soldier's eyes slowly opened, one glance of thousands of years, ten thousand years.
"The general died in a hundred battles, and the hero returned for ten years."
In Korean, the flag is used as a pen and recites the edicts.
Thirty heroic souls awaken.
A series of ancient and ancient breaths are blessed by the body.
"kill!"
Hero souls conquer all directions.
Loyalty and faith that has been immortal for thousands of years.
The power of the heroic soul turned into a spear and penetrated Akari's body.
"ah!"
A scream.
Achieve's invisible body will also be fatally injured. His breath will quickly weaken and his realm will fall.
"you……"
Chi 1 widened his eyes, burned his soul, exhausted all his ghost energy, and ran to Korean unwillingly.
He wants to kill this young Holy Academy military practitioner before his realm falls to the sixth realm.
Han Wen still didn't move, but his right hand was already holding the hilt of the sword around his waist.
When two figures intertwined.
Han Wen pulled out the sword from his waist.
The sword is shining brightly.
The sword of the Millennium Dynasty, penetrates the Nascent Soul of Red 1.
Akane's eyes widened, looking disbelief.
He is a ghost cultivator, and it is not surprising that heroic souls can hurt him, but why can the sword in this guy hurt him?
Aware of the passage of life.
Aka 1 looked incredible.
He looked down at the sword in Han Wen's hand.
"The Sword of the Enfeoffment?"
"How could it be?"
Akari's breath once again became nothingness and ethereal.
The holy dynasty has been destroyed, the human emperor has died, the saint has not left, and the banished immortals in the upper realm have no ability to enfeoff the imperial seal.
How could a sword of imperial seal be born?
Akane couldn't figure it out, he felt that he was about to die.
The dignified eight-level monk was killed here by several young men today.
Red 1 burns his soul and flees out.
But as soon as he escaped from the front yard of the City Lord's Mansion, a sword energy penetrated through the divine mansion.
And the person who sets out the sword is Gu Yusheng.
Chi 1's Nascent Soul collapsed, and even screamed, leaving only a bag wrapped in ghost energy, which was pinched in Gu Yusheng's palm.
"Mr. Fifteen."
Han Wen walked out of the backyard with his hands clasped his fists.
"Fortunately, I'm not disgraced."
Without waiting for Gu Yusheng to speak,
Mo Pinglan said, "You have controlled the City Lord's Mansion? How did you do it so quickly?"
Han Wen did not answer, but moved slightly to the side and bowed: "Mr. Fifteen, Mr. Fourteen, please."
Gu Yusheng looked at the magnificent city lord's mansion and said to Han Wen: "This place is suitable for you. If you are here in the future, if you have three of them as your left and right arms, there will be no accident in Lucheng."
Gu Yusheng glanced at Mo Wanyun. Mo Wanyun followed Gu Yusheng, and the two of them did not enter the mansion.
"I will definitely live up to my mission."
Han Wen straightened his body again and answered.
Gu Yusheng was unwilling to enter the city lord's mansion, so Han Wen did not force him to invite him, but watched Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun leave.
Lucheng Street.
Ordinary alleys.
Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun walked side by side.
The world is noisy and bustle, and neither of them is disturbed by external objects.
Mo Wanyun held the cloud sleeve in his hand, searching for the hairpin on the stall, and said casually: "Yu Sheng, the sword in Han Wen's hand is a bit special."
"Well, when we walked together to Shazhou, we met the heroic spirit of a general of the Sword Dynasty. That rust sword should not be buried in the yellow sand, so I condensed the sword body again and gave it to Korean. You know, I
Not a military practitioner." Gu Yusheng picked up an ordinary hairpin from the stall and gently stroked Mo Wanyun's hair with a hairpin, without stroking the frost and snow on the ends of his hair, his eyes focused, "This
How about one?"
Mo Wanyun nodded slightly, took a ingot of silver and placed it on the stall. She raised her head and looked at Yusheng with a slightly shy look, very happy and happy.
"Just a hairpin."
"I like what you gave me." Mo Wanyun raised his lips, "I'm happy for you. Han Wen, Su Shouzhuo, and Qu Lianghong are all thorns from the Holy Academy, but they are all capable, and now they are
Your friends will be much better if you have a few friends on this path.”
"I invited them to drink peach blossom wine."
Gu Yusheng was walking in the crowd with a sword box on his back.
He stopped and turned around and said to Mo Wanyun: "But they don't know the real taste of peach blossom brewing."
"You know."
Mo Wanyun raised her foot and stole Gu Yusheng's instep.
“Where are we going?”
"With you here, it's the same everywhere."
Gu Yusheng looked up and looked up at the streets lined up in Lucheng.
"Twenty years ago, my father walked through these places, Wanyun, you can follow me."