Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"Yanyun Eighteen Riders!"

Staring at the eighteen riders blocking the way in front of him, Ming Yongheng's pupils shrank sharply, showing a touch of fear.

As the enemy, the Sacred Heart Clan has investigated the Ming Dynasty of the Great Qin in detail, including the Eighteen Horsemen of Yanyun, which is a special army with the longest existence in the Great Qin.

Although there are only eighteen riders, they are better than thousands of troops.

It is also the most terrifying enemy.

"Young master, their cultivation is not low, and they have all reached the peak of the Immortal King!"

The gray-robed figure following Ming Yongheng carefully observed for a moment, his eyes were solemn, and he secretly transmitted a voice.

"There is no Immortal Emperor?"

Hearing the words, Ming Yongheng breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered displeasedly: "Then what are you waiting for? Have you killed them yet? You don't have any vision!"

Hearing this, a trace of anger flashed across the gray-robed figure's face, but due to his identity, he didn't say anything after all, and walked towards Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry.

When his back was facing Ming Eternal, he touched the word "slave" on his forehead, his expression was a bit hideous.

Afterwards, he took out a sword, the level was not high, only reached level seven.

Obviously not in line with the identity of the Immortal Emperor's peak powerhouse.

"Everyone, how about letting us pass?"

The figure in the gray robe asked in a deep voice, the voice was harsh, as if two pieces of metal were rubbing against each other.

He didn't attack rashly, because he knew that the Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry was an army, which could strengthen the army formation and explode with the strength to leapfrog the ranks.

If it is the peak period, he is not afraid.

But since he became a slave of the Sacred Heart Clan, he has no chance to practice.

Because his cultivation had reached the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm, the Sacred Heart Clan was afraid that he would break through the Immortal Emperor Realm and break through the Slave Curse, so he never practiced again, resulting in a decline in strength.

Coupled with the lack of weapons at hand, the combat effectiveness has dropped drastically.

"kill!"

The leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry shook his head indifferently, his eyes glowed with terror, he raised the scimitar in his hand, and the cold light flickered, illuminating the starry sky.

boom!
Eighteen scimitars pointed at the sky!

The Eighteen Immortal Kings were at their peak, forming an army formation that tore apart the heaven and the earth.

Immediately, the strength of Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry soared, increasing dozens of times, all breaking through the Immortal Emperor Realm, and smashed a large piece of starry sky with agitated momentum.

"cut!"

The leader of Yanyun's eighteen cavalry shouted loudly, and cut down eighteen scimitars at the same time, bursting out one after another crescent moon saber aura, lingering with blood, blocking all directions of the world, and thousands of miles away.

Seen from a distance, it looks like eighteen rounds of blood moon falling, killing everything, the momentum is frightening.

"really!"

The gray-robed figure whispered, without flinching, and the light of ingestion bloomed in the cloudy eyes.

He clenched the saber tightly, and his aura changed suddenly, as if he had changed into a different person, his body and the saber blended together, it was so sharp that it made the world tremble, and the sun and the moon paled.

"cut!"

The figure in the gray robe roared furiously, with hair flying all over his head, while the Dao of the Saber flew across the air, slashing with unparalleled saber energy.

The moment the sword was drawn, the starry sky behind him distorted, and a gorgeous sword energy appeared, as if it was composed of thousands of stars, cutting off countless worlds.

This knife dares to call the sun and the moon dark.

Clang!
A piercing sound shook the sky, and the immeasurable sword light spread, affecting thousands of stars, and where the two fought, the starry sky was completely annihilated, leaving nothing behind.

"very scary!"

Ming Yongheng's face changed drastically, he swallowed, turned his head and ran away, the immortal energy circulated to the extreme, turned into a streamer, and flew into the distance.

"Want to run?"

In the unknown void, a whisper sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a mysterious force spread, sealing off the void, forming a prison without borders.

"Brothers, charge!"

On the battlefield, the leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry shouted loudly, pulling the reins vigorously with his left hand, and the horse, which had reached the Immortal King Realm, flew into the air and launched a charge.

Rumble!
The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

Although there are only eighteen riders, the momentum generated is like a thousand troops and horses charging, turning into a torrent of steel, gold and iron horses, swallowing thousands of miles with anger.

Wherever you go, everything stops.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, it will be crushed, the sky will collapse, and everything will be shattered.

"At the end of life, it's worth it to have a quick fight!"

The gray-robed figure looked dignified, touched his forehead with his left hand, and with a slight force, directly tore off the flesh and blood with the word "slave", dripping with blood, staining his body red.

boom!
As if he had loosened the shackles, a more terrifying aura erupted from his body.

He swung his sword quickly!

The sword is brilliant.

Form a long river of saber energy, mighty and mighty, submerging everything.

Boom!

In the next breath, the attacks of the two sides collided fiercely. The front hooves of the horses stepped up, and then fell heavily, crushing countless strands of saber energy.

The charge is unstoppable!
Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry is like the supreme heavenly soldier, piercing through the long river of saber energy.

"cut!"

The leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry shouted loudly, brandishing his crescent sword, he leaped over the gray-robed figure, the light of the sword flickered, and he chopped off a good head.

Blood is pouring into the sky!

A headless corpse fell.

The violent wind blew up his gray robe, revealing his scarred body, telling about his past glory.

A generation of swordsmen has just fallen!

"drive!"

The sound of hoofbeats faded away.

Yanyun Eighteen Riders also drifted away.

They didn't stop, because the conquerors never stop for the scenery they have stepped on.

Not far away, Ming Yongheng tried his best to escape desperately.

After fleeing for a while, he seemed to have discovered something, stopped suddenly, and looked around in panic, desperate.

"Still in place!"

Ming Eternal whispered, he found himself running away for a long time, still spinning in circles.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from afar, and it became louder and louder, like the beating of thousands of drums, like thunder galloping in the sky, and like the roar of death.

"No, don't kill me, I surrender."

Ming Yongheng's face turned pale in an instant, he turned around hastily, knelt on the ground without any backbone and shouted: "I am willing to exchange my life with the inheritance and wealth of the Sacred Heart Clan!"

A gust of wind blew in, and Yan Yun's eighteen riders came in front of Ming Yongheng, and endless murderous aura enveloped the surrounding star field.

Ming Yong didn't dare to look up, his legs trembled, and his fear reached the extreme.

"just you?"

"Do you still want to marry Master Cai?"

After a while, a cold voice sounded without any emotion.

Ming Yongheng's heart trembled, and just as he was about to say something, he felt a chill in his neck, and then the world spun, first he saw his body kneeling in the starry sky, and then he saw Yanyun Shibaqi who was wielding a sword.

"Am I dead?"

"But I don't want to die yet"

The colorful world in the eyes of Eternal Life is rapidly becoming gray until it is completely swallowed by darkness.

He is a cowardly person who is afraid of death.

Therefore, at the last moment of his life, he still had doubts about death.

Don't want to die!
This is not only him, but also the attitude of every living being towards life and death.

But in this world of martial arts where the weak prey on the strong, death is too common. Countless warriors have proved their way, how many of them can climb to the top?

The leader of Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry leaned over, took off the ring in Ming Yongheng's hand, rode his horse and swung his whip, and galloped towards the seventh heaven.

After they left, the dark place was empty, and two people also left.

One of them is Mencius!

The other person is the Demon King Golden Silkworm!
Obviously, Wanzutang also made preparations for the inheritance of the Sacred Heart Clan, but it failed.