I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

He gently raised his hand and elegantly poured himself a full cup of sweet and delicious milk tea.

At this moment, the Pope seemed to be under a spell of immobilization. He remained silent, but slowly raised the cup and gently took a sip of the milk tea in his hand.

The Pope has never been interested in things from the barbarians, but this cup of milk tea with an enchanting aroma has successfully piqued his interest.

The rich aroma of milk and mellow tea flavor are intertwined together, as if performing a wonderful dance on the tip of the tongue.

After a moment, Alexander slowly opened his eyes, staring at the Pope below with a sharp gaze, and said in a firm tone:

"So, are you able to lend me a hand? Completely eliminate the threat that has been hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles!"

"The Sword of Damocles..."

He slowly and gently placed the exquisite cup in his hand on the antique sandalwood table, making a crisp sound.

Then, a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if nothing in this world could catch his eye.

Then, he turned his head slightly, his eyes like two cold rays shooting straight at Alexander standing beside him, and said in a slow and steady tone: "That couldn't be better..."

At the same time, Alexander keenly caught the subtle change in expression that flashed across the Pope's face.

For some reason, when he saw the Pope's expression, the huge stone that had been hanging in his heart suddenly fell.

Because he clearly realized that the sword of Damocles that had once made him feel so much pressure and followed him like a shadow seemed to have disappeared without a trace without his noticing.

However, in the next second, a thought flashed through Alexander's mind like lightning. The Pope's cultivation was indeed only slightly higher than his own, but he knew that this seemingly ordinary Pope actually possessed the special ability to get in touch with the upper realm!

If there really is a powerful force from God that can descend to the mortal world through this connection, then for them, it would be easy to break through the indestructible barrier in front of them without any scruples!

When he thought of this, Alexander's heartbeat began to accelerate involuntarily, and an irrepressible excitement and excitement surged in his heart.

As if he had already seen through Alexander's thoughts, a barely perceptible smile suddenly crossed the Pope's wrinkled face.

He slowly picked up the steaming cup of milk tea on the table, took a sip, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he casually raised his hand and wiped his mouth lightly with his sleeve. His action looked extremely elegant.

Then, the Pope slowly stood up, his figure moving quickly like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye he had left the slightly simple tent.

Looking at the Pope's back as he walked further and further away until he completely disappeared, Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head thoughtfully, and looked straight towards the towering Jianmen Pass in the distance.

At this moment, the corners of his originally tense mouth suddenly lifted up slightly, outlining a sneer full of sarcasm.

Time flies by like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, six days have slipped through people's fingertips.

On this day, the entire sky was covered by a thick gray haze, as if a huge black curtain was pressing heavily on the earth.

This gloomy and depressing scene makes people feel fear, as if the end of the world is about to come.

The strong wind roared wildly between heaven and earth, sweeping up flying dust and forming yellow sand walls that covered the sky and the sun.

Song Wujie, who was standing on Jianmen Pass, looked down with a serious expression at the terrifying army that was approaching him continuously.

After such a long wait, the army from the west had obviously made full preparations, and a thrilling battle was about to break out.

On top of the majestic and magnificent city wall, Song Wujie stood there like a god of war.

Just when everyone was still in shock, a spear suddenly appeared in his hand!

The spear was completely black, and the tip of the spear flashed with a chilling cold light, as if it could easily pierce through all obstacles in the world.

Along with Song Wujie's agile and sharp movements, a magical scene happened - each soldier behind him also had their own weapons appearing.

Some held long spears, their shafts slender and straight, like dragons emerging from the sea;

Some held their long swords tightly, their blades flashing with cold light, like shooting stars across the night sky;

Others held high their spears, their tips razor-sharp, like tigers descending from the mountains to pounce on their prey;

Some even brandished their long swords, the flashes of their blades gleaming like a violent storm sweeping over...

These various weapons shone with dazzling cold light under the sunlight, making people dare not look directly at them.

And every soldier and warrior holding a weapon had a resolute expression on their face, ready to die.

It is a kind of determination and courage that is not afraid of the enemy and would rather die than surrender. It seems that even if there is an abyss or a sea of ​​fire and swords ahead, they will move forward without hesitation and defend their homes and loved ones with their lives.

"Roar……"

Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and several huge and majestic dragons appeared in everyone's sight.

They opened their bloody mouths and spewed out raging flames. The flames shot straight into the sky, dyeing the entire sky a fiery red.

At the same time, bursts of thunderous roars came from the ground.

In the distance, I saw a cloud of dust rising up, covering the sky and the sun, like a sandstorm sweeping towards Jianmen Pass.

It was a well-equipped and aggressive cavalry team galloping at a rapid speed.

The dense sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and each one was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, making people feel frightened.

At this moment, Lin Fan and others quickly climbed onto the city wall.

They all had serious expressions, their eyes fixed on the approaching enemy.

Everyone held their own weapons tightly in their hands. Some held long swords with cold light flashing; some held long spears with a majestic look; and some carried bows and arrows, ready to go.

Among this group of people, Qian Yi and Lin Fan, two guys who are usually a bit sneaky, were also mixed in among the many independent martial artists, looking around, as if looking for some opportunity.

"Your Highness, the battle is about to begin. Please leave the city walls immediately! It's too dangerous here. If anything goes wrong, your subordinates will be held responsible!"

Song Wujie frowned, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He turned to Si Jinxuan beside him with an anxious look on his face and said eagerly:

"Don't worry, Duke Wei. My current cultivation level is not bad..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a soft "hum" sound, and a breath so powerful that it made people's heart palpitate suddenly gushed out from Si Jinxuan's body.

The aura was like a surging torrent, sweeping around in an instant. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be distorted.

Song Wujie was shocked and immediately used all his strength to resist this terrifying aura.

However, when he truly felt this power, his face turned extremely pale in an instant, and he stood there in a daze as if struck by lightning.

He widened his eyes and looked at Si Jinxuan in front of him in disbelief, with a storm in his heart.

He had never imagined that this seemingly gentle princess actually possessed such a terrifying and extraordinary cultivation! Such strength was beyond his imagination.

"Is this...is this the cultivation speed of a genius?"

Song Wujie muttered to himself, with a hint of deep jealousy in his eyes.

He has been practicing hard since he was young, and has gone through countless hardships before finally achieving what he has today.

But compared with Si Jinxuan in front of him, all his efforts over the years seemed so insignificant.

"It's just a few adventures..."

Si Jinxuan said with a smile.

For Si Jinxuan, Lin Qingzhi can be said to be an adventure!

It is an adventure that belongs only to 'her'.

However, now is not the time to think about these things, as the army below has already begun to attack the city.