Zhang Wei is a very rude man with a very incompetent cultivation. Naturally, he doesn't know how to distinguish the authenticity. So he didn't know how to tell the authenticity of the Lord of the Heavenly Martial Gods and the Holy Martial King-level powerful men entering the General's Mansion at all.

The General's Mansion is quite simple, but it is the command center of the entire Luohekou Fortress. Not only Feng Jixing, the generals of the major legions at the level of ten thousand men and above were dining in the General's Mansion. The personnel were intricate but the inspection was tight. However, this kind of inspection was useless for Bei Minghuan and others. How could these mortals not understand the breath of gods at all? The kitchen was a distance from the military hall. Therefore, even Qu Chu, Tang Xiaoxi, and Ouyang Yanzhi could not see that the three god-level powerhouses had entered the backyard of the General's Mansion.

...

They were busy until late at night. Xu Chuan and Lei Wen were sore when they cut vegetables. It was rare that their palms that swung their swords and killed people were used to cut vegetables. Bei Minghuan, the imperial marshal and the royal family, were not spared. Three people cut carrots until midnight. It felt like this kind of life was no longer fun.

"Tonight, you three are sleeping in the woodshed. It is quite warm to lay some grass. No fire is allowed. Otherwise, if it causes a big fire, you will be in trouble." A Shin-seong of the Spiritual Medicine Department rebuked loudly.

"Yes, sir." Xu Chuan nodded and asked with a smile: "Then will we settle the wages today?"

His acting skills are quite good.

Shi Chang couldn't help but look contempt: "What a group of guys who are jealous of money. Look. These six gold coins are your wages. You have to get up before dawn tomorrow to wash rice. Go to bed quickly."

"Thank you, sir."

With a creak, the door of the woodshed closed. Xu Chuan and Lei Wen stood on both sides of the door. After sensing the people from the Linghuo Department walked away, Xu Chuan said: "Marson, when will we take action?"

"No hurry."

Bei Minghuan narrowed his eyes and said, "I can sense a few waves of divine power in the backyard of the Supervisor's Mansion. But it's too weak. You two should control your breath. Don't expose yourself."

"yes."

"It seems..." Bei Minghuan clenched his fist and smiled: "It seems that Feng Jixing and Tang Xiaoxi and Ouyang Yan did not sleep together. Qu Chu even slept far away."

"Of course it is impossible to sleep together. Tang Xiaoxi and Ouyang Yan are Lin Muyu's women." Lei Wen said.

"Oh. Is that right? I didn't expect that King Lin Muyu of Qin was also full of colorful intestines. No wonder he has never been able to improve his cultivation. Hehehe..."

Someone sleeping in the wind and snow at the foot of the Snow Mountain in the Sky couldn't help but sneeze. He didn't get the blessing but was put on the blame. It was so miserable.

...

When the night became darker, the entire general's mansion fell into silence.

"Brush..."

Three black shadows flew over the wind. Bei Minghuan, Xu Chuan, and Lei Wen took out the weapons from the space bag. The target pointed directly into a small courtyard deep in the backyard of the Commander's Mansion. There was a breath there. It contained the divine power of the three laws, wind, fire, and thunder. If you can understand the three laws well, you must be a divine character above the third level. Obviously, it is Feng Jixing.

"Puff..."

Two clear sounds. The two imperial guards in the courtyard fell down with blood on their necks. They didn't even have time to shout.

"kill."

Bei Minghuan shouted softly, and the long sword swept across the board. The overwhelming divine power directly broke through the door of the room.

With a "boom", the whole room was smashed by Bei Minghuan's sword force. The sword energy went straight to the several rooms behind. The screams were connected. I don't know who was suffering.

"Diet?" Lei Wen said with his eyes narrowed.

"No."

Bei Minghuan laughed.

Among the golden divine dust soaring into the sky, a man stood in the wind with his sword in his hands. It was Feng Jixing. He did not even take off his armor when he was sleeping. He was wearing soft armor, but a terrifying wound on his chest was already injured by Bei Minghuan's violent blow.

"It is rare to see the marshal of the Tianji Empire. Why don't you go to the front door?" Feng Jixing smiled sternly.

Bei Minghuan also smiled: "It's the same when you go to any door. Anyway, they are all here to do things. Should you give the title yourself? Or should we do it?"

"If you want my Feng Jixing's head, you should do it yourself."

Feng Jixing's mouth swelled lightly, and his divine power surged out. The purple lightning flame wolf martial soul lingered around him. Thunder lightning, flames roared endlessly. He crushed the things around him into powder. He also knew how strong the opponent in front of him was. He raised his power to the peak level before he really took action. If he didn't, he might not have the chance to take action.

"Calm."

The long sword entered the ground. Bei Minghuan held his palms and smiled and said, "Xu Chuan, Lei Wen. You are plundering the formation for me. I will kill him with my own hands. Remember not to let anyone disturb us. Those who come will kill you."

"Yes." The two dragon knights together to increase their strength.

"Come on."

Bei Minghuan turned into a lightning and rushed out. His left palm swept across, and a blood-colored wave of air suddenly appeared. It was his unique skill that he relied on for fame... the Tianfeng Palm Technique. This palm technique known as the extinction power.

Feng Jixing dared not be negligent. He swept his swords across the board and waved three storms in a row. It was equivalent to killing three magic swords to swallow the sky in an instant.

"Puffy."

The sound of thunder and wind were mixed together. Three blade storms collided with the Tianfeng Palm. The shock wave formed even quickly pushed down the courtyard wall. Bei Minghuan shouted fiercely and his five fingers tore open the storm like an eagle claw. The edge of the palm wind swept across Feng Jixing's abdomen. Suddenly, the defense power of the Vajra protecting the ninth level of the Heavenly Heaven on Feng Jixing's body began to collapse and disintegrate.

“Wow…”

A mouthful of blood spurted out. Feng Jixing never thought that this powerful man at the God Emperor level would be so strong. Palm Wind could actually defeat his powerful fighting battle Vajra body protection power.

"You can die." Bei Minghuan laughed loudly. The Heavenly Palm Practice is coming again.

Feng Jixing's whole body sank. He pushed Chihuang and Zhanlong two swords across his chest. He shouted loudly to sacrifice the divine power of the eighth level of Vajra to protect the body. He actually wanted to take the initiative to defend.

"boom."

The space was a little twisted by the Tianfeng Palm. Strands of extinction were blowing by the blades. Feng Jixing's arms and armor on his chest were torn to pieces. Even tiny wounds were cut out from his arms. If there was no Vajra's body protection power, these arms would probably be reimbursed.

But it was also the power of this attack that shocked Feng Jixing to retreat a hundred meters, bounced up, turned into a golden stream of light and appeared in the air. The two swords raised and slashed down with a loud shout. The ninth style of Fengxing's sword technique... God and Demon Slash.

“Good come.”

Bei Minghuan's face was full of excitement. It was rare that a Holy Martial Master in front of him could show such a might. Such an opponent was really rare.

The palms activated the force of swallowing the sky. The Tianfeng Palm seemed to tear open the palms of the sky. It actually pushed away the countless dimensional slashes activated by Feng Jixing. The huge gap in strength simply made Feng Jixing have no chance.

“Down.”

Bei Minghuan's palms were combined and turned into a powerful suction force. He grabbed Feng Jixing with great force. He raised his hand and another palm. A fierce force fell on Feng Jixing's chest without bias.

"Bang."

Feng Jixing had no sound anymore. His whole person fell into the distance like a broken leaf. Even his breath disappeared. Chihuang and Zhanlong's two swords fell into the rubble. Dangdang bounced out with two bounces.

"Feng Jixing. You are just dead like this... It's so indifferent. Hahahaha..."

Bei Minghuan laughed loudly.

Two balls of flames came in the night sky. It was Tang Xiaoxi and Ouyang Yan.

"Kill them together."

Bei Minghuan became very murderous. Tian Feng's palms were straight towards Tang Xiaoxi.

Tang Xiaoxi had already entered the transformation form of the nine-tailed demon fox. Her claws swept across and collided with Tianfeng Palm several times in an instant. The firelight shot out. Tang Xiaoxi had demonic power to protect her body. Her lethality was much stronger than Feng Jixing. She blocked Bei Minghuan's five attacks in a row and still did not fall for the wind. The power of the Youquan Ghost Book was filled with mist in her palm. Fear, the ghost power that had split two pages of gallbladder quickly culled away.

Bei Minghuan couldn't help but be stunned. Legend has it that Tang Xiaoxi only had a cultivation level of more than twenty caves. But at this time, Tang Xiaoxi's power of each attack exceeded the level of forty caves. Even the burning of flames caused some burning pain in Bei Minghuan's palms.

"Old Qu, please save the wind and move forward."

Tang Xiaoxi used his divine power to flip the Youquan Ghost Book and shouted loudly into the air.

With a roar, Qu Chu, wearing a white robe, fell into the rubble. Looking at Feng Jixing, covered in blood, her brows frowned and hurriedly covered her palms on Feng Jixing's chest. A cold heart in her heart was actually shattered.

Look at the pupils again. The light is slowly dissipating.

Qu Chu gritted his teeth and felt indescribable. Is the four heroes of Lan Yan missing one more person?

He couldn't wait or think about anything more. He shouted softly and covered Feng Jixing's chest. The divine power in his body gushed in to protect Feng Jixing's last wisp of heart vein. If the heart stopped beating completely, it would be really impossible to turn things around.

Just then, Ouyang Yan's humming came from a distance. She was besieged by Xu Chuan and Lei Wen at the same time. She was beaten to internal injuries. But those two were not much better. She was burned to pieces.

But the most dangerous one is Tang Xiaoxi.

The Tianfeng Palm is powerful and domineering. If you attack head-on, there are not many strong men of the same level who are opponents. Moreover, Tang Xiaoxi's cultivation level is several levels lower than that of Bei Minghuan. If he cannot attack repeatedly, he has already consumed too much divine power and demonic power. In the blink of an eye, he fell into a disadvantage. He was shocked by Bei Minghuan's three consecutive palms and vomited blood. Even the Youquan Ghost Book in his hand had traces of disappearing.

...

"rustle……"

The boots were trampled in the rubble, and the thin sand suddenly boiled. Bei Minghuan walked closer to Tang Xiaoxi step by step and smiled: "I heard that you are Lin Muyu's woman. If I kill you, I wonder if Lin Muyu would be heartbroken. If Lin Muyu lost her square inch, it would be easier to be killed. Hahaha..."

The Tianfeng palm power in Tang Xiaoxi's body ran around. He looked up at his opponent and couldn't even raise his strength.

...

At this time, several figures appeared in the sky. One of the fists was covered with flames. He said, "Did you hear that? The big man said that the woman was the successor's woman. Should we save it or not?"

"Save it."

Another strong man with frost in his palm said anxiously: "Once your woman is killed, excessive sadness will also affect his practice. I will go first. You are substitute. Spiritual Scholar. Use the Frost Law Book to save another woman. He is also a great beauty."

The spiritual scholar shouted softly: "King Bemon. Go."
Chapter completed!