Xiong Wushuang took a sudden step, and then the energy around her sect was exploring like countless invisible tentacles, passing by the dense Shangyun Martial Soldiers, and entangled the sect's children scattered among the Martial Soldiers.

"rise!!"

Xiong Wushuang, who had a low growl, raised his hands suddenly towards the sky, and countless scattered auras gathered towards the sky as if they were pulled at this moment.

And those sects who were entangled by the qi instantly rushed into the dim sky with the flow of breath.

Dozens of people seemed to be specially picked out. Not to mention struggling, they were entangled by energy and they didn't even have the strength to shout.

Even the two Yun Miaowei beside Chen Wanli did not escape from the silly and silly hands of Xiong Wushuang.

Everyone looked at the sect's children who were embedded in the void incredibly, only Han Daxiong curled his lips disdainfully.

"Hehe, the mission is completed!"

Xiong Wushuang showed an impeccable silly smile on her face, then she clenched her fists with her hands, and the originally silent aura became violent in an instant.

Bang bang bang bang...

The sound of the sky bursting endlessly, and countless blood rains fell.

All the disciples of the sect captured by Xiong Wushuang Qi Ji burst into pieces of strange and charming blood mist in the sky like ignited firecrackers.

Bang!

Countless weapons in the hands of Shangyun Wushu fell to the ground at any time. Although they still had more than 100,000 troops at this moment, every Wushu knew in his heart that it was over.

They had the help of their disciples in the sect before, and even wanted to siege these martial soldiers who had broken armor lost thousands of people, let alone now?

Although the remaining hundreds of people are not as good as the weather, they cannot withstand the cultivation of the cultivators around them is so great!

"Walk!"

When Yang Wanli saw the changes on the battlefield, he suddenly realized that it would be meaningless to stay now. The sect's children were dead. This alone would be impossible for Shangyun Kingdom to bear it.

Sun Changling's legs couldn't help but tremble. Since he was born in the royal family, he naturally had some understanding of the sect's affairs.

The strong man who can wipe out all the disciples of the sect in the blink of an eye is definitely not something that ordinary people can match. The only thought in his mind now is to leave this damn battlefield.

"General Xiao, take care of Feng Binbei for me!"

Looking at the marching flag that was retreating in the distance, Han Daxiong narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, with me here, it's hard for him to die!"

Before Xiao Ran answered, Xiong Wushuang patted his chest directly. Cultivators with advanced cultivation would not attack ordinary people in order to avoid cause and effect, but if ordinary people take the initiative to post it, it would be different.

The way of heaven is circulating. Although practitioners fear the cause, not the result, and the cause comes from ordinary people, they do not need to bear the karma of killing.

In other words, as long as an ordinary person dares to raise the weapon in his hand towards the cultivator, even if the cultivator kills it, he will not be affected by the corresponding cause and effect.

Besides, Xiong Wushuang's move just now was enough to shock everyone. After seeing this guy's ability to firecrackers, no one would be able to find trouble for Xiong Wushuang when he was full.

Han Daxiong put Feng Binbei aside, then his body moved, and the violent energy instantly rushed the martial arts soldiers on the periphery, and the heavy sword followed closely and landed in Han Daxiong's hands.

"I……"

Looking at the blood mist rising in front of him, Xiong Wushuang suddenly widened his eyes.

Logically speaking, once a cultivator kills creatures innocently, he will be infected with cause and effect. This is also the reason why the lawless Xiong Wushuang dares to easily deal with ordinary martial soldiers.

And Han Nobita in front of him didn't seem to care about these things at all.

The energy that was rolled up all over his body tore the Shangyun Wushu along the way to smash it. When the hidden karma of cause and effect was about to invade Han Daxiong's body, three feet of mysterious yellow energy would drop from this guy's forehead, blocking these karma.

"Where to go!!"

A loud shout sounded like thunder. Chen Wanli, who was riding a horse, suddenly felt a huge pressure coming from behind. The good horse sitting down collapsed to the ground in an instant.

A little golden light came from the sky, and Chen Wanli had thirty-six deputy generals. At this moment, only eight people stood in front of him.

The others were princes and nobles like Sun Changling, so they naturally would not sacrifice themselves for the sake of a commander in the Eastern Expedition.

Han Daxiong smashed into the field with his sword, and the eight deputy generals who were loyal to protecting the master suddenly flew backwards.

Chen Wanli stood there. Since he was dead like ashes, he would no longer feel fear in his heart.

"Who are you?"

Chen Wanli looked at Han Daxiong with a plain expression and asked faintly.

"King Xuanyuan Fan, Han Daxiong!"

Han Daxiong was stunned. He had never seen such a martial arts soldier in front of him. Ordinary people either beg for mercy or scold him at this time, but the guy in front of him was very unique.

On him, Han Daxiong could not see a trace of fear, and there was not even a slight emotional fluctuation.

"Xuanyuan Dynasty..."

Chen Wanli muttered in a low voice, then a look of yearning burst out in his eyes.

When Shangyun Kingdom was trying to rob the whole country and wanted to take advantage of the fire, Chen Wanli was reluctant to do so, but the emperor was unable to do so, so he had to take charge of the battle.

Outside the dangerous pass, when the sect began to massacre Shangyun Wushu, he knew that the country's destiny of Shangyun Kingdom had come to an end!

"Go on!"

Chen Wanli slowly pulled out the Shangyun Sword given by the emperor beside him, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Han Daxiong.

Although he knew that none of the ten himself was the one-union enemy of the man in front of him, Chen Wanli did not have the habit of waiting for death.

"Please die?"

If it were Han Daxiong, he would have chopped off with one sword, no matter whether you are the commander of Shangyun Kingdom or the sect's personal teaching.

But after so many bloody battles, Han Daxiong gradually understood the painstaking efforts of Xiao Bieli and Tang Ming. After all, they were outsiders. What the Xuanyuan Dynasty needed in the future was a pillar of the pillars like the man in front of him.

"Chen Wanli just wants to die!"

Chen Wanli's long sword moved, and a little sword light rushed out instantly.

At the same time, Han Daxiong's heavy sword moved slightly, and a vast pressure suddenly blessed this inch. Not to mention Chen Wanli, even the deputy generals beside him were pressed to lie on the ground.

Looking at Han Daxiong's slowly lifting, Chen Wanli's expression moved.

"Slow down!"

Chen Wanli, who was originally determined to die, spoke at this time.

"What? I won't be a hero when I die?"

Han Daxiong sneered, but he knew very well that this guy was definitely not a person who was afraid of death, because the indifferent aura before could not be pretended.

Chen Wanli shook his head and then said calmly: "It's okay for me to die. Can you let me go, tens of thousands of soldiers on the Yunwu?"

"Do you think it's possible?"

Han Daxiong raised his eyebrows and then looked at the commander of Shangyun Kingdom with a little amused, with more than 100,000 troops. His eyes seemed to be looking at a fool.

"At this time, the Shangyun Kingdom has been defeated. The Xuanyuan Dynasty abandoned the control of the sect and swept the world. These tens of thousands of martial soldiers will be your Xuanyuan people in the near future. Why do you want to kill them all?"

Chen Wanli supported the ground with one hand, slowly stood up, and said to Han Daxiong.

"Then how can I be worthy of Xuanyuan Wuzun who died in danger and other battlefields?!"

Han Daxiong was not in a hurry to do something, which was very different from his usual style. In fact, if Feng Bibei was here, if Lu Junfeng was still alive, if Tang Ming was on the side, he would definitely understand that Han Daxiong had no intention of murdering Chen Wanli.

"Wu Zhu died in the battlefield, this is his life!"

Although Han Nobita said so, the heavy sword in his hand slowly lowered it.

"It's not impossible for me to let them go, but you have to go with me!"

A trace of splendor flashed in Han Daxiong's eyes. Anyone who knows him knows that this guy must have some thoughts.

...

One day later, the Shangyun Kingdom's army was defeated, and the leader of the leader Chen Wanli was captured by the Xuanyuan Fan King, and the disciples of the sect were killed. Half of the siege were sieged.

The remaining dynasties became in panic, and most of the sect's power was tilted among the two dynasties Beiyan and Shangyun.

Even these two dynasties fell into trouble, and the other eager hearts at this moment had completely cooled down.

What they have to consider now is not retreating, but how to prevent the Xuanyuan Dynasty from pointing its butcher knife at them.

"Is this where Boy Tang stays?"

After the army entered the city, Xiong Wushuang looked around curiously. Although this dynasty on earth was majestic, it was still quite different from the great sects of immortals he had seen.

“Yes, not.”

Han Daxiong thought about it and said that this is a place where the young master stays, and it is true that he can go there, but strictly speaking, what Xiong Wushuang wants to ask is Shangyu Village.

"I'm unparalleled in luck!"

Xiong Wushuang's realm was destined to see more things. The Xuanyuan Dynasty was the same as other human countries, but the strong luck was only seen.

Such dynasty luck, let alone ordinary cultivators, even masters like Xiong Wushuang who have entered the middle stage of the Transformation Ding will inevitably be suppressed.

"Hmm? Something is wrong!"

Xiong Wushuang, who was looking around, suddenly stood up, staring at the windows of a restaurant on both sides of the official road. Looking along with his eyes, you could see a blurry figure standing at the door of the window.

"What happened?"

Han Daxiong looked at Xiong Wushuang with a confused look on his face, and saw nothing except the windows.

Feng Binbei, who was seriously injured but recovered some energy, narrowed his eyes at this moment, and a faint murderous intent scattered from the blood-drinking knife.

"There are masters!"

Feng Binbei held the blood-drinking knife in one hand, looked ahead with a cold look, and said lightly.

"Master? What a powerful master? What realm?"

Han Daxiong felt it carefully, but found nothing. According to his cultivation level, it was normal not to be able to sense it. However, after seeing Xiong Wushuang's methods, it was really not easy to call Feng Binbei a master.

"The early stage of transformation of the tripod!"
Chapter completed!