One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Liao Dingshan, Marshal of Xu Guobing, wore a red armor and a red robe, and held a sharp eight-sided horse-slashing sword, standing upright in the wind, with extraordinary power.

The tip of the sword was raised and pointed at Song Yun:
"What is your origin and what is your purpose? If you confess now, you may be able to save yourself from death. Otherwise, I will kill you!"

Song Yun chuckled, "I have no background, this time I'm guarding Anxi, and destroying your scourges!"

"Anxi of the Xu Kingdom, it's your turn to guard?" Liao Dingshan shouted angrily, holding the long horse-slaying sword in both hands, and rushed forward with a sharp slash.

The Horse-Chopping Sword was swung with great force, and after breaking through the defense, it could slash a living person. Even if it was blocked by a heaven-level soft armor, the fierce force could pass through the soft armor and break bones.

Naturally, Song Yun would not resist stubbornly, and raised the bronze long sword, attacking and attacking, another style of "breaking the sea".

With a bang, the two swords collided, and their sharp edges collided, sparking a spark.

The sharp impact sound spread throughout the city, piercing everyone's eardrums.

The two fought against each other to test the strength of the enemy, and then each looked at the sword, and both were intact.

Both sides are holding heavenly swords!
Song Yun and Liao Dingshan shouted at the same time, swung their swords and went up again.

Dang, dang, dang... The impact sounded continuously.

At the level of a martial sage, wielding a sword with all your strength to slash is no less effective than stimulating sword energy, but a close-range attack is even more dangerous.

The swords on both sides swung faster and faster, and the swords became more and more dense, and finally turned into two balls of blue light, eroding and blending with each other.

Wan Dao's sharp edge was shining, and he wavered in front of the vital points of both sides, but he still couldn't cover the last inch of distance.

"Huh." Liao Dingshan drew a circle with his sword suddenly, gathered all the offensives, retreated actively, and ended the duel.

He looked Song Yun up and down, with suspicion in his eyes.

After a short trial just now, the two of them went through hundreds of tricks, but Liao Dingshan still couldn't see the details of the opponent.

"This sword technique is not like any other school. This commander has never seen it before..."

However, it is impossible for a mid-stage martial artist to appear out of nowhere, right?

Could it be that some hostile force from the Ghost Killing Sect is mixing things up?

Liao Dingshan was thinking, but at the next moment, a dark red light appeared in the depths of his eyes.

The killing intent boiled in his heart, interrupting all his thoughts.

"Boy, your swordsmanship is good, but it's a pity that your brain is not good, and you forgot whose territory this is!"

He made a mudra with his left hand and pointed to the sky.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a majestic force coming from all directions and pouring into his body.

Liao Dingshan's momentum soared.

This veteran was originally in the late stage of Wusheng, but because of his age and hidden injuries, his real combat power was a little worse than that of the late Wusheng.

But after sealing the seal, his realm also rose crazily, infinitely approaching the pinnacle of Martial Saints!
His old face became ruddy, his eyes were as sharp as eagles, without any signs of aging.

The combat power of the whole person has increased by more than [-]%!

This is the effect of Xu Guo's luck!
After being possessed by luck, Liao Dingshan has full confidence in dealing with a brat in the middle stage of a martial sage at a level close to the peak of a martial sage.

With a wave of his hand, Xu Guo's army below was ordered, and groups of soldiers rushed out carrying ladders.

They bypassed the south gate where the Venerable fought, and went to the other three gates, intending to use the ladder to climb the city.

There are no guards at the top of the city, so they can climb with confidence, and they will soon be able to control the city wall.

Then open the city gate and let the amplified army enter.

Song Yun glanced down the city, remained calm, and continued to confront Liao Dingshan.

The two sides opened up their momentum, like a tsunami and a landslide, and they had a fierce confrontation invisibly, suppressing and repelling each other.

And Liao Dingshan, who has the power of luck, undoubtedly has the upper hand.

The red-armored veteran sneered, "Boy, you have already been given the opportunity. If you refuse to confess, then die!"

The Zhanma sword was slashed out flatly, and the light of the sword surged like a big wave breaking a bank.

Song Yun, on the other hand, gathered all his energy and spirit, completely restrained his sharpness, and swung his sword slowly.

The bronze long sword seemed to be as heavy as a mountain, slowly moving forward in the air.

In the void, there seemed to be the voices of countless people.

Laughing, cursing, crying, making noise... All kinds of voices are disturbing and noisy.

It seems that there is really a big city, hundreds of thousands of people come and go, talking.

But no matter what the sound was, it was wiped by the sword, and it disappeared instantly.

The sword passed silently, and in its heaviness, it contained a decisive thought.

"The Nine Swords of the White Emperor Killing the Sky" sixth——

Kill the common people!
This sword is a special sword of mind, and it is also a sword of soul.

It is not the common people who are beheaded, but the luck of the common people!

With the idea of ​​tyrannizing the common people in the world, reject all luck.

Within seven steps, there is no you, no me, no other, only one sword can determine life and death!

"Chop—" Song Yun drank slowly in a deep voice.

Liao Dingshan's complexion changed suddenly, and he suddenly felt extremely weak, and he was disconnected from Xu Guo's luck!
Without the blessing of luck, his realm fell rapidly, from the peak of Wusheng to the late stage of Wusheng.

His complexion no longer had the ruddy luster it had just before, and the tired old look from years of fighting reappeared.

"This sword actually cut off my luck! What kind of sword technique is this?"

It was also the first time for this seasoned veteran to encounter such a situation, and he was extremely shocked.

But now it was too late to stop, he had already slashed out with a sword with all his strength, and the torrential waves had rushed in front of Song Yun, but his power was three points weaker.

Song Yun's "slashing the common people" also continued, although the thoughts in the sword's momentum were exhausted, the sword's edge still maintained an indomitable slashing momentum.

Swish——A sword fell decisively, beheading the common people without taking back, and piercing through time without leaving.

Time and space seemed to be completely silent in an instant.

Liao Dingshan's horse-slaying sword turned into a surging wave of swords, and when he encountered this unparalleled slash, he was instantly divided into two, and then divided into four...

Torn, shattered, tumbled, annihilated...

His full strength was cut into nothingness by Song Yun.

Afterwards, Liao Dingshan faced the oppression of Hengjue Sword Intent, blushed suddenly, and could only utter two words:
"help me!"

Whoosh, two men in gray robes drilled out of the sand below, flew up, brandished their sharp knives and blocked Liao Dingshan.

It was the two martial saints of Ghost Killing Sect.

The two of them didn't expect this to happen, and they were a little panicked.

Although the two of them fought against Song Yun several times before, at that time, Song Yun mainly showed his ability in group battles.

The blood-drinking sword field is extremely difficult to deal with, and there are tricks to restrain ghosts and immortals. The two martial saints were afraid of the death and injury of the elite under their command, so they couldn't let go of their hands and feet to fight.

That's why they invited Marshal Xu Guo.

Liao Dingshan is in the country, blessed with luck, and his combat power is almost invincible. In a one-on-one fight, he can easily kill a mid-term martial artist.

In this way, people from the Ghost Slayer Sect don't have to show up, and the two parties can continue to hide their relationship and complete the mission secretly.

In haste, it was the best option they could have chosen.

Unexpectedly, Liao Dingshan never beat this mysterious swordsman, and he was defeated immediately with one move!