I have nothing but luck

The Baji sword is too fast and too hard, the heads of the radicals are thrown too high, and the eyesight of the practitioners is far better than that of ordinary people. Anyone around the king's tent who has eyes and knows what the radicals look like can recognize who it is head.

The chiefs of the various tribes who sat with the king's tent scattered and fled at some point.

They are not stupid, even if they are frightened for a while, they should react to each other.

"Jiang Jingxing is so rampant, how can he be allowed to openly come to my tent of the Eastern Desolation King?"

Someone sneered disdainfully: "It sounds good, do you believe that you mobilized the defenders of Pingcheng and paid for the lives of all the defenders of our Heping City to barely keep him?"

"does it worth?"

Not to mention whether the saint who came to provoke trouble should be killed, it is only serious for them to save their own lives and not be killed by the saint.

Even if he wants to use the pretense of seeking justice for the innocent radicals who died, he has to wait until he first gathers all the people in the tribe and pulls out a large army before considering the benefits, whether it is worth fighting the saint.

As for the radicals - if you die, you will die. Who can complain if you are not as good as others?The most uncommon thing in Donghuang is to kill and be killed.

Jiang Jingxing pulled Xie Rongjiao, and shouted to Jiang Changlan: "Let's go!"

The momentum he created was too great, no one in Pingcheng did not know the shocking changes in the king's tent, and of course there would be many people blocking the way.

They don't necessarily have the intention of avenging the radicals who died in vain, but they rush up one by one, or in groups, with the thought of "the land of the Eastern Wasteland is talking about you coming to play wild".

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Fortunately, the higher the level of cultivation, the more people cherish their lives, and they will not lose their lives for such stupid things that they seem to be drunk to do. It is rare for members of the Twelve Clans to disobey the patriarch's arrangement.

As for the patriarch, half of the four genus have gone madly to Wangcheng to fight for the next radical.

This is the case when the tree falls and the hozen scatter.

It is said that there are [-] defenders in the city, and there are still [-] to [-] at least. The king's tent is the main point of heavily guarded troops, and at least half of the troops are distributed around it. Even if one-tenth of the people go crazy, it is a bit overwhelming. .

What's more, the probability of desolate people being hot-blooded is much higher than other people.

Fortunately, all the Guiyuan troops who followed them on the mission were people who had experienced hundreds of battles and rolled out of the dead. They had never been afraid of anyone in terms of pacing and killing. When some people saw his sword aura, they thought of the terrifying white rainbow on the king's tent. The city was full of murderous threats, and most of them retreated in all directions to avoid becoming dead souls under the sword.

No one doesn't want to survive, they are far away, and they can't see the heads of the radicals rolling in the mud, but the city is full of awe-inspiring swords, and the city is full of murderous intentions.

Xie Rongjiao pointed a ray of light on the tip of his sword to indicate who would kill who, the fast and sharp sword light actually thought that killing people was not fast enough, when it brushed people's throat, heart, dantian and vital points too slowly, the blood froth on the sword fell off all the way.

It is often that the ray of light from this sword is too late to shine brightly, and the next sword strikes again, and it is suspected that there is a long bright dragon shaking its head and tail on the road.

Jiang Jingxing was more straightforward, every time a large group of people fell down with a bang, and the people who were chasing and blocking them all slowed down. They stepped on a large group of limp corpses under their feet and ran faster, and the people who were chasing and blocking them slowed down and continued to chase .

After a cycle of repetitions, the people who were chasing and intercepting were getting farther and farther away, and the number of people decreased visibly with the naked eye.

Jiang Changlan did not forget to observe the terrain while running, and kept his voice steady so that he could not breathe so hard, "We are about to leave the inner city. If we close the inner city gate after we go out, we can stop the soldiers for a while, which is enough for us to escape. In the outer city, Xie Shuai should also come. The problem is that there must be heavy guards at the inner city gate."

Jiang Jingxing said very kindly: "You don't have to worry about this, it's enough to lead the way."

After finishing speaking, he waved his sleeve and threw out a sword light.

The Baji Sword flew out of his sleeve like a dragon, and its speed might be comparable to meteors in the sky and lightning in the clouds. The soldiers guarding the city gate didn't even have time to see what it was. The Baji Sword was nailed to the formation law core.

The formation rune flickered brightly, and it turned out that it had never even struggled violently, and it had been completely destroyed by the uninvited guest.

Soldiers don't care about formations.

When the Baji Sword flew in, countless beams of sword light were poured down like a thunderstorm out of thin air. It would be better to hit a few more times on the same person's head than to let a fish slip through the net.

The defenders of the city claimed to be well-informed and experienced in hundreds of battles, and they had never seen such a person who did not squander their spiritual power as spiritual power.

When the pursuers arrived at the inner city gate, the formation was destroyed and the soldiers were dead.

The Baji sword flew back to Jiang Jingxing's side, and the city gate closed with a loud bang.Because Pingcheng was the place where the radicals lived during the autumn hunt, and the inner city gate of Pingcheng was specially built to guard against those who took advantage of the autumn hunting to seize his throne.

Xie Rongjiao felt that the head of the radical who built the city gate was not very good at it.

The radical is not from Kyushu, so if you don't spurn any unjust attack, you have to find an upright reason to mount it on the banner.

Who is strong and who will be the radical, and where is the emphasis on usurping the throne? We must choose a good day and auspicious day, and it must be in the time period when Qiushou is allowed to seize the throne in a fair and honest manner?What can't you do normally?

Like this radical who just died under Jiang Jingxing's sword, he snatched his throne from his brother Wang when he was not in Qiushou.

Although they killed countless people, the number of dead souls at the bottom of the sword is enough for a bustling town, and the time before the death of the chief is only a cup of tea.

The outer city is much quieter. Although some people see them acting suspiciously, they still leave the city without authorization during the curfew and want to kill them. It is much cuter than being chased by tens of thousands of people.

Jiang Jingxing repeated the old trick and opened the outer city gate.

The number of soldiers guarding the outer city gate is not the same as that of the inner city gate. After all, except those in the king's tent, most of the guards are at the outer city gate, and they are quick and caught off guard.

The leading general reacted, but he didn't have time to mobilize the soldiers and set them up as hedgehogs, so he sent orders to prepare for the battle with a serious face.

In the distance, there was the sound of horseshoes rumbling past, splashing dust on the loess earth several feet high.

The sound of horseshoes was like a tide hitting the shore, and the fast waves chasing the wind were deafening. Thousands of fine riders in black armor rushed on the horses. Despite such a fast speed, their formation was still in order.

In the blink of an eye, it was so close that the generals defending the city could clearly recognize the face of the leading woman in red.

Every time the Guiyuan army charged to pull out the city, Xie Ronghua was the one who rushed to the front, without helmets or armor, red clothes and red horses, and the sword was everywhere.

The army that came was the most elite and most daunting Xuankai in the Guiyuan army.

Anyone can wear the black armor, and the bloody aura on the comers that scratches the eyes and cheeks of the generals who defend the city hurts. There is no second army in the whole world.

The dark tone of the armor is like the deepest nightmare in the hearts of the Donghuang army. They don't want to admit that they look down on it, but it really exists, and they will even be scared into a cold sweat by fear.

The soldiers hurried forward, and Fang closed the city gate that Jiang Jingxing had just forcibly opened before Xuankai entered the city gate.

Xie Ronghua stopped his horse's hooves under the city gate, turned his head and raised his voice and asked: "I ask you gentlemen, after today's battle, do you dare to let Pingcheng be included in my Kyushu territory?"

Thousands of mysterious armors spoke together, and no one answered: "Dare!"

The sound shook the sky, and no one dared.

It took only a moment for the head of the department to die, but the king's account has been turned upside down, most of the twelve departments have run away, and the outer city is still tightly guarded.

On the other side of the overturned king's tent, a benevolent old man in Confucian shirt stood at the place where King Di died, as if he was not afraid of the terrifying sword energy left here, and even admired the radicals with great interest. Unwillingness on the head.

The old man smiled and said with emotion: "Jiang Jingxing is right. It is a very important thing to choose a partner for alliance. Who can blame me for my poor eyesight?"

He pointed his finger at the chest of the radical, forcibly broke through the invulnerable torso of the martial artist who was in the realm of heaven and man, and pulled out his heart quite easily and freely.

The old man raised his heart up to observe the moonlight, his smile deepened, and he carefully took out a bottle to contain the essence of Di Wang's heart, as if he was holding some unique and unique treasure in the world.

They spent two generations of Xi Rong's life-long painstaking efforts and more than 200 years of work. Isn't it the only peerless treasure in the world?

The old man looked at Haojing in the south, and there was a light in his eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Finally, I'm going to get out such a treasure."

He wants to look at the Southern Region of Kyushu and the Northern Zhou Dynasty, one city, two armies, three clans and four surnames, who can stop him?