Jiang Licheng looked at the middle-aged man, with shock remaining on his face.
"That's me!"
The middle-aged man who suddenly appeared smiled and put the pole on his shoulders. He didn't have the air of a martial arts master at all, but looked like a farmer.
The middle-aged man carrying the pole on his shoulders was none other than the middle-aged man driving the carriage when Jiang Licheng transformed into a middle-aged scholar not long ago.
After Jiang Licheng thought for a moment, he sneered and said:
"I guess you are the one who was killed by Thirteenth Man!"
The middle-aged man carrying the pole showed an honest smile, neither denying nor admitting, but just smiled and said: "You broke my carriage, the extra money is not enough!"
Jiang Licheng frowned, then smiled with his hands behind his hands, "How dare you want to kill me? When did the Thirteenth Killer become so arrogant!"
"Just because I brought you into the Imperial City of Daxia!"
The middle-aged man smiled.
No one would have thought that not long ago, a frail scholar rushing to take the exam would suddenly transform into Jiang Licheng, who ranked second on the Wuhou Ranking.
And Jiang Licheng never thought that the driver driving the carriage had such strength.
I originally thought that I was out of sight of the Thirteenth Killer, but I never thought that the latter would appear in front of me in a swaggering manner and send me into the Imperial City of Great Xia with a curse.
Thinking of this, Jiang Licheng felt a little bad.
Since the middle-aged man can rest assured that he will be in the Imperial City of Daxia today, he must have some agenda or even no scruples.
In the sky, Jiang Licheng looked around, feeling with his heart, and found that there were several strange auras in the void from time to time, and it was difficult to catch the traces.
"Three-character Thirteen Kills, and sure enough, it's still here!"
Jiang Licheng smiled. Even though the middle-aged man sent him to the Imperial City of Daxia, he believed in his plan. The more Thirteen Killers appeared, the more he could kill.
At this moment, outside the Imperial City of Daxia, a swordsman in white suddenly appeared, holding a sword and entering the Imperial City!
"Jiang Licheng, please tell me, who among us is the mantis and who is the oriole?"
The middle-aged man was carrying a pole and said with a simple smile.
Above the sky, Jiang Licheng chuckled, with confidence in his eyes that he was in control of the overall situation. He turned around and ordered the black robe in the void, "Set up the formation!"
As soon as Jiang Licheng finished speaking, hundreds of black-robed figures suddenly turned around in the void, holding seals in their hands, and dozens of bloody crows surged out of each person's body.
Just between the crows of crows, a bloody formation appeared in the dark void.
A large formation of blood lines connected together, like rivers of blood, filled with a heart-stopping bloody aura, and an extremely terrifying soul-stirring power filled the void up and down.
In the Imperial City of Daxia, after seeing the large array of blood crows, countless people's expressions gradually became dull, as if their minds had been controlled by someone.
At the same time, under the blood light of the large formation, several auras and figures that were originally hidden in the void were also dispelled by their hiding methods, and their figures were gradually revealed.
Upon closer inspection, there were six hidden figures. Each of them wore a mask with a ghost head on their face, making them look extremely ferocious. And every figure seemed to contain an astonishing murderous aura.
Among them, there is naturally the figure of the fifth killer Ye Hongxiu.
Thirteen kills!
Looking at the sudden appearance of several figures in the void, Jiang Licheng couldn't help but smile, "I never thought that in order to kill me, Jiang Licheng, half of the Thirteen People would appear!"
The middle-aged man waved the pole in his hand and said with a simple smile, "In this Dongling Realm, no one has ever escaped from the hands of the Thirteen Killers. How long do you think you can survive?"
In the sky, Jiang Licheng glanced at the people around him and said with a faint smile, "In that case, let me break the myth of being undefeated in the Thirteen People's Kill today!"
Then, Jiang Licheng's expression turned completely gloomy, and he ordered all the black robes up and down the sky, "Kill them all, I want no chickens or dogs left here!"
As soon as the words fell, the four hundred black-robed men in the imperial city immediately raised their swords and killed the people of Daxia.
At the same time, the men in black robes above the sky formed a formation and attacked the Thirteenth Killer. Jiang Licheng took action personally and headed towards the middle-aged man.
In just the blink of an eye, the Imperial City of Daxia was filled with slaughter.
In the sky, Thirteen's murderous body transformed into a ghost, crushing and killing hundreds of black robes around him.
Jun Qingcheng slashed across Jiang Licheng with his sword.
Lin Cangxue and Bai Xiaopang rushed into the Daxia Imperial City and killed hundreds of black robes.
Bai Pojun reappeared next to Lin Beichen.
On Black Loach, Lin Beichen's eyes tightened, and his old face looked particularly weak. He used to be the God of War in Great Xia, but facing today's scene, he was helpless.
Bai Pojun was equally frightened as he looked at the battle going on in the sky.
Eighteen years ago, he met Lin Changtian for the last time and drank all the wine stored in Shangshu Mansion. Lin Cangtian also left behind the secrets of martial arts practice, allowing him to practice to the level of Wuhou over the years.
After joining Wuhou, even though he was in the Great Xia Dynasty, he had heard about the Wuhou List, the Blood Spirit Palace, and the Thirteen Kills with the Character of Herringbone.
But the fact that they all showed up today was something he had never thought of.
boom……
rumble.
Just when the battle was going on in the sky, smoke and dust suddenly filled the sky outside the Imperial City of Daxia. As the ground rumbled and shook, a fierce iron cavalry, wearing heavy armor and holding the battle flag of the God General's Mansion, came straight in like a long dragon.
Xuanyuan City.
"To the death camps!"
In the sky, Lin Beichen looked at the eight hundred cavalry below and frowned.
More than forty years ago, Lin Beichen used his 30,000 divine generals to conquer the east and west, conquering four dynasties and sixteen kingdoms, and finally became the head of the divine general's palace with an army of millions.
The Shenjiang Camp has always been the elite division of the Shenjiang Mansion.
After the world was settled, Lin Beichen followed the example of the Four-Character Battalion in the hands of Xuanyuan Tibing and formed a death camp with only 800 people, but each one of them had the realm of the Earth Element.
Lin Beicheng had never used this unit to go to the death camp. No one knew about it except him and Lin Huang, not even Lin Cangxue.
"Xiaohuang..."
Looking at the sudden appearance of the Eight Hundred Death Camp, Lin Beichen's expression was shocked, and a smile appeared on his old face.
In this world, apart from himself, only Lin Huang can hold the military talisman and mobilize the death camp. Now that the death camp appears, it means that Lin Huang has returned.
However, when Lin Beichen looked up, he could not see Lin Huang.
Afterwards, Lin Beichen stood up from the black loach. His stature was stooped and his expression was old, but he still had the magnanimity to command millions of soldiers and horses in the world. The sound of a loud bell penetrated the imperial city:
"Go to the death camp and kill all the black robes in the imperial city; anyone who blocks it will be killed without mercy!"
Under the Imperial City, the eight hundred men marching to the death camp continued unabated. With a long cry, their silhouettes shook the air in all directions like thunder. Then, like a torrent of black steel, they poured into the Imperial City, crushing the black robes of the Blood Spirit Palace.
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"Mr. Lin... I didn't expect you to have such a skill. The eight-hundred-dimension death camp is absolutely invincible among many dynasties!"
Bai Pojun smiled.
Lin Beichen smiled helplessly, "I originally thought that after a hundred years, I would be able to leave some life-saving means for Xiaohuang and Cangxue, but now it seems that we no longer need it!"
Above the sky, Lin Beichen looked around, wondering where Lin Huang was...