The Liang Wangsun in Lingyan Pavilion felt Xiao Zhang's arrival.

<>As both masters at the front of the Xiaoyao List, they are too familiar with each other.

He knew how crazy and terrible Xiao Zhang was, and he could even feel that Xiao Zhang's iron spear tonight was even stronger than the one he stabbed Su Li in Xunyang City.

But he didn't look up because he was a little tired, and because he knew that Xiao Zhang could not fall into Lingyan Pavilion.

The night in front of Lingyan Pavilion suddenly started to burn, and in a very short time, it turned into a hot cloud of fire.

With a hissing, a crack appeared in the middle of the crimson fire cloud.

An iron spear came out of the crack.

This iron gun looks very ordinary, extremely dark and has no patterns, but it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling.

——Like the hand of a demon stretching out from the bottom of the abyss.

Xiao Zhang, who fell to Lingyan Pavilion, suddenly had a dark iron color on the white paper on his face, and the eyes exposed in the two holes suddenly became extremely hot, and even a little crazy.

The burning night was torn into pieces, the red clouds were thorned into countless pieces, and his iron spear stabbed hard on the iron spear.

There was a loud bang!

A painful howl burst out from Xiao Zhang's lips, hitting countless cracks on the white paper on his face, and his people were like stones knocked away, sweeping backward from the night sky in front of Lingyan Pavilion, turning into a stream of light and hitting heavily on the wall of the imperial city.

Countless cracks appeared on the thick walls of the imperial city, just like white paper on his face, and countless debris fell from the gaps.

The burning night gradually returned to calm, and there was no flame, only a piece of fire, which was Fire Yunlin.

Xue Xingchuan sat on Huo Yunlin, looking at Xiao Zhang who had fallen from the imperial wall to the ground, with an indifferent expression.

The debris fell from the cracks in the city wall fell on Xiao Zhang's body.

He stood up with his iron spear, and the bricks on his shoulders fell again, like the blood he spewed out.

He wiped the blood off his face with his trembling left arm, and looked at the Lingyan Pavilion hundreds of feet away, with his eyes extremely complicated, a little awe, a little fear, and very excited.

He is worthy of being the second god general in the mainland. Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, so strong that he can't even bear it.

But the emotions in his eyes were not entirely because of Xue Xingchuan, but more because of the seemingly ordinary iron gun in Xue Xingchuan's hand.

"Shuangyu Sword Spear!"

Xiao Zhang stared at the iron spear in Xue Xingchuan's hand and shouted sharply.

His eyes were extremely hot, and his voice trembled like boiling tea.

Frost Yu Divine Spear!

The magic weapon of Emperor Taizong!

The first place in the hundreds of tools!

...

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Xue Xingchuan's strength is really too strong, even stronger than the rumors, and it is so strong that it is unreasonable.

The formation of the Emperor's Charm is in the palace. The Holy Empress asked Xue Xingchuan to guard the palace because she had absolute confidence in him.

All the powerful people from the sacred realm who came to Kyoto tonight were attracted by the Holy Queen Mother and were near the Tianshu Tomb.

Even if there are strong people in the sacred realm who sneaks in the night, they will not be able to avoid the murderous intent formation of the heavenly way in the palace.

As for the strong men below the sacred realm, no one is Xue Xingchuan's opponent.

Xiao Zhang's defeat in one move is a clear proof.

Not to mention, the Shuangyu divine spear is also in his hands, and even the powerful people in the sacred realm are also able to fight!

Now unless Wang Po also comes, he still holds Zhou Dufu's two broken swords, or there is still a glimmer of chance.

But everyone knows that Wang Po cannot appear tonight because he does not like the tyranny of the Queen of the Tianhai Holy, but there is even a thousand-year hatred between him and the Chen royal family.

No one can defeat Xue Xingchuan, who holds the Shuangyu Spike, and no one can break the imperial map. The situation in Kyoto will always be under the control of the Holy Queen.

No matter how you look at it, this is a situation that cannot be solved.

Xue Xingchuan got off the Huo Yunlin, patted it on the back, and signaled it to leave.

A line of fire illuminated the night, and Huo Yunlin left the battlefield and went somewhere in the Night Palace, waiting for the summoning.

Xue Xingchuan stood under the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion, "Qing calmly looked at Xiao Zhang and Xiao De, two masters on the Xiaoyao List, and slowly raised the Shuangyu Spike in his hand.

Thousands of soldiers in the imperial city raised the divine crossbow in their hands and prepared to release a violent rain of crossbows.

Suddenly, Xue Xingchuan frowned and his face changed slightly.

"Sorry." Xiao Zhang's voice penetrated the white paper covered with blood, making it look particularly cold and terrifying: "I'm not your opponent, but tonight is not a contest!"

Xue Xingchuan's face changed again as he heard this, and his eyes became extremely cold, like a glacier.

Xiao De knelt on the ground on one knee, and suddenly slapped at the ground with a palm. All the bluestones on the ground shattered and then splashed into the air.

At the same time, he cast the last magic weapon, a violent aura that followed the bluestones, raising countless smoke and dust, and immediately covered the scene.

An extremely violent shout rang out in the smoke and dust.

That was Xiao Zhang's voice.

In the imperial city covered by night and smoke, the sound of footsteps like war drums sounded.

Xiao Zhang began to charge, like a fierce horse, breaking through the debris and dust, tearing the night light, and in an instant, he came to Lingyan Pavilion.

With a bang, a spring thunder seemed to bloom at the front of his iron spear, stabbing Xue Xingchuan in the face.

Xue Xingchuan groaned, and his true energy surged violently. His wrist trembled, and the Shuangyu magic spear slashed down on his head without any fancy.

A crisp sound of the sound of the time seemed to be a thousand-year-old bell being ringed.

The Shuangyu magic gun brightened in the night smoke, like the faint sun in the sky in autumn, with the bleak and solemn intentions.

This shot also contains indescribable lofty artistic conception and unimaginable imperial pressure.

Even Xiao Zhang could not avoid this shot and was directly chopped to the ground!

Several harsh strange sounds sounded under the long steps of Lingyan Pavilion.

Xiao Zhang was holding his hands at the end of the iron spear, raising it horizontally towards the sky, and the middle section of the iron spear was bent!

His arms were also bent!

His knees also bent!

He went straight to the ground!

Bluestone on the ground?!

His knees were broken!

His wrist bones were broken!

Blood ejaculated from all parts of Xiao Zhang's body, including between his lips, forming a blood cell in the night.

But what is terrifying is that even though he suffered such severe injuries and endured the pressure of the Shuangyu Spike, Xiao Zhang still did not completely fall down.

What exactly is he supporting? Knowing that he is not Xue Xingchuan’s opponent, why did he charge against Xue Xingchuan again before?

At this moment, Xue Xingchuan's face changed again.

This is the third time.

Unlike the previous two times, this time Xue Xingchuan's expression changed even more. His eyebrows raised, looking particularly angry. His face was extremely ugly, and he seemed a little surprised. His eyes were a little confused, as if he couldn't believe it. Then... a mouthful of blood spurted out of his lips!

The blood is green.

Just like his pupils at this time, they were also turning into a faint green color.

It was like his eyebrows and hair that were blown by the night breeze at this time, both green.

Xue Xingchuan was poisoned, extremely poisonous.

He could clearly feel that there were tens of thousands of small knives constantly scraping and pricking in his meridians.

His true energy was leaving his body at an unimaginable speed and venting towards the world.

What kind of poison is this? It can actually hurt him?

In a very short time, he judged that there must be the legendary colorless, odorless, and invisible peacock feathers in the poison he was involved in.

But isn’t that the method of the demon princess? Could it be that those who oppose the Holy Queen tonight actually colluded with the demon?

But when did you get poisoned?

Since President Shang is Ji Dao Ren, this saint of medical Taoism must have used poison to everyone. He has always been very careful about this.

In the past six months, he has never used the hands of others, whether it is food, practice, or even bathing and changing clothes. He is very cautious.

Suddenly, he thought of something and understood the reason for his poisoning. He looked at a palace in the night, and his face changed again, becoming a little painful, sad, and sad.

It turns out that the medicine for doctors is the poison of killing people.

The most poisonous thing is not the heart.
To be continued...