I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 27: All the courage in my heart is gone, the secrets in the snowy mountains!
Click click!

The bones were broken and mixed with flesh and blood.

That faint sound, like the whisper of an evil ghost, slowly echoed in the ears of the only 24 remaining generals in the Axe Hall.

Led by Ji Yue, the "Sky-piercing Spear", there is a grandmaster, nine marrow-refining warriors, and fourteen brave generals!
They wake up like a dream.

Seeing the figure leaping down from the high steps with undiminished power even though there was blood spilling from his mouth, his breathing stagnated.

'Da da da. '

Step by step, Luo Jing walked towards the center of the courtyard, where Ji Zhuolu was retreating, his blood staining the bluestone path, almost stumbling backwards on the ground.

"you"

Ji Yue was shocked!

His mouth was numb, and he and many generals were in the Ax Hall to fight against the difficult witch, which was already impossible to win for a long time.

This time!
I even saw the convinced Ji Zhuolu, who was known as the most dazzling general of the Ji family in more than a hundred years.

Just like that, he was beaten like a dead dog and was beaten out of the hall. After a few twists and turns, he retreated behind the assembled Xuanjia soldiers!

"Did you make a mistake!"

"That's the Martial Saint who is convinced!!"

Ji Yue's soul was trembling.

He saw Chu Qi's bloody sword, which was still dripping with blood.

The woman watched as the dust settled in the hall, and soldiers formed a formation outside the spacious courtyard, slowly surrounding them.

Ji Zhuolu, who was known as the 'Saint of Martial Arts', hid in the armor bush in fear. He couldn't help but smile, stopped his killing moves, licked his lips and said:

"The long-famous General Polu can't do it either."

If just now,

Listening to such dismissive and arrogant words, I am afraid that Ji Yue would have killed him immediately with his 'sky-piercing gun'.

but now.
His eyes were pale.

Following Chu Qi's line of sight, he looked at Ji Zhuolu, who was filled with smoke and dust outside the hall. Only half of his arms were left, and he no longer had the power of a tiger sitting on a dragon's plate just now. His throat throbbed several times, leaving only dryness.
"Kill, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Kill him for me!"

The shrill roar broke the moment of silence.

Ji Zhuolu dragged his remaining body and retreated back, huddled among the Polu troops forming a military formation, then staggered through the crowd and fled in a hurry.

but.
No matter how he retreats,

You can feel the killing intent coming from behind, getting closer and closer!
The sword attacks.

Luo Jing looks like he is taking a leisurely stroll in a garden, with a calm expression.

Every time he raised his hand, blood splattered on the neck of a soldier who fell to the ground with his head hanging down.

Ji Zhuolu kept looking back, and saw that the hem of the black gold robe was not far away from the beginning to the end. He finally collapsed:

"Wang Dongxuan!!"

"You can't kill me!"

Seeing his soldiers fall one by one, the young man's face was already approaching. Ji Zhuolu's martial arts will had been quietly shattered by the shock of the true meaning of "subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger" just now!
The fear of death grew stronger in his heart.

When the sword light on his fingertips condensed and was about to pass across his neck, Ji Zhuolu shouted:
"Do you know who is behind me?!"

Swish!
Luo Jing's fingers stopped just in front of his neck. Looking at the frightened man who was sweating in front of him, he let out a light sigh and seemed to be somewhat interested:
"Is there anyone behind you?"

"Old dog, let me tell you. If it is useful to me, you will be useless. The news is important enough, and it is worth your life."

Listening to Luo Jing's seemingly unintentional words, Ji Zhuolu's eyes narrowed, as if he really saw a glimmer of light:
"You, you really mean what you said."

Before he finished speaking, a faint blood stain suddenly appeared on his neck, which shocked him.

"You speak and I listen." "If it's nonsense, then go to hell."

Luo Jing retracted his finger.

Beside him were more than ten feet of armored soldiers, their bodies lying on the ground.

Inside the huge polu mansion.

No one can be his enemy, everyone just watched this scene happen!

"well"

"The handsome young man Wang Zhangzun will definitely become a great hero in the future, and he will not be like a reckless man like me."

"Ji Zhuolu admits defeat today. After this incident, I will not dare to disobey the king's command!"

The man with only half of his body left forcefully laughed:
"If you don't get the mythical relics, you will be like a headless fly, not knowing how to be convinced."

"If it weren't for the big shot in the Snowy Mountains who gave me Ji Zhuolu's method of conquering Qi, I wouldn't be where I am today!"

"Master Wang, the situation has been won, but it's best not to kill me."

"After the heavenly change, sporadic mythical relics fell from the sky, but the only one that truly claims to have the heritage of 'fairyland' is the Snow Mountain!"

"The Daxue Mountain was destroyed by the previous dynasty and the place where its blood descendants hid. It has not been famous for decades, but it has a profound foundation."

"After he became famous more than ten years ago, he became the leader in martial arts all over the world!"

"It is as precious as the 'Convincing Qi Technique', which can be passed down at will. I am now working for Daxue Mountain. Yuxiao Sword just died not long ago. If I am killed, I am afraid that something unexpected will happen. Master, it is better to think twice."

When Luo Jing heard this, his tone became slightly condensed:
"Oh? This is how your method came about."

He made a clear decision:
"What did Daxue Mountain ask you to do?"

Ji Zhuolu hesitated after hearing this:

"This"

Swish!
Three severed fingers rose in response!

"what!!"

The shrill roar hides pain:

"I said, I said!"

"On the Snow Mountain, the contemporary Qilu No. 1, Yan Nanbei, who proclaims himself the 'King of Qilu', approached the leader of the nine great clans and said that he would set a precedent for the world!"

"He said that in the new era, everyone can cultivate their faith, and then go to the 'Snow Mountain' together to deduce a higher realm in the fairyland, so that the remote and bitter land of Qilu can become the real fertile soil of the Central Plains!"

"Yan Nanbei claims that he wants to imitate the ancient sages and conquer the world with the support of the people. He calls me the leader of the nine clans. Once convinced, he can go to the Snowy Mountains to learn higher dharma and secrets. "

"The fall of the seven martial arts saints of Qilu Sect is not in vain. They have allowed him to glimpse the mysteries of a higher realm. He also said that as long as he surrenders to him, his future heights will even be comparable to the legendary gods!"

Ji Zhuolu spoke quickly, obviously because he was scared.

"You believe that too?"

Luo Jing raised his eyebrows and sneered.

What's the difference between this and drawing a pie!
Who knows what Yan Nanbei, known as the 'King of Qilu', is tinkering with in the Snowy Mountains.

What realm can be deduced that requires the lives of the Seven Lords to fill it?

In his mind, he gradually had a vague guess.

There is a gradual process of spiritual ebb and flow.

At present, the spiritual energy has only just recovered, and the truly terrifying immortals are still sleeping in those terrifying and inexplicable 'immortal ruins', unable to escape.

In the same way, the same is true for spiritual practice.

It has only been more than ten years, and I want to give birth to a mysterious master with "magic power" who can truly control the secret weapon and kill evil and demons.
What you are using is definitely not a legitimate method!
(End of this chapter)