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

Chapter 94 The Great Army Enters the City
The army marched, like rolling thunder, like overwhelming dark clouds, quickly pressing down.

At the south gate, a cavalry team of Shence has appeared, with a group card, holding an axe, a bow on the back, and a horizontal knife with a short handle on the waist and hips, rushing into the city in five vertical lines.

Anxi was undefended, and there were no horses on the street, allowing the cavalry to drive straight in.

After dozens of platoons of Shence cavalry rushed into the city, Long Wuwei, who specially guarded King Tang, appeared at the south gate.

All of them were wearing black and red treasure armor and holding various kinds of weapons. There were only a hundred of them, but the weakest were all innate martial artists.

Surrounded by Longwuwei, Sanqi quickly appeared in front of everyone.

Li Yong was in the middle, with a fat body covered by a dragon-pattern light armor, and he kept swaying on the horse. His face was pale, and he cast his eyes on the altar from a distance, with hatred mixed with three points of hatred in his eyes.

Li Guogong Liu Biao is on the left, also wearing bright armor, with a long knife across his waist, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

Zhang Songhe, the lord of the Tiangang Sect and national teacher, is on the right, with a crimson Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, and a whisk in his arms.

In the court of the Tang Dynasty, the three great lords appeared together!
There was a commotion among the envoys watching the ceremony.

Song Yun glanced at Li Tianyang, who had a pale face, "You don't need to worry about them, just complete your sacrificial process."

Li Tianyang nodded, and quickly got to work, not looking at the terrifying situation outside.

Song Yun signaled to the two old soldiers to open the outer door of the cellar specially used for asylum, and let others go down.

Including the envoys who watched the ceremony, he also reminded:
"Everyone, swords and guns have no eyes. To prevent accidental injury, you can take refuge in the cellar now."

"If you insist on staying in the city to watch the battle, you will bear the consequences!"

The envoys whispered to each other, and a small group of people followed the old pawn's guidance and began to walk into the secret door and drill down the tunnel.

Most of them stayed where they were, either relying on their strength or believing that the Tang army would not attack them.

The purpose of the envoys' trip was to "watch the excitement", and now that the most exciting drama was finally staged, how could they be willing to retreat to the cellar?

Song Yun didn't care about them any more, just quietly watching the emissary line up to go down to the cellar.

The cellar here was built for today's situation. The tunnel is spacious enough to allow several people to enter at the same time. Hundreds of people lined up, and all of them will be able to enter soon.

Jing Guo, Liang Guo, Chen Guo, sects from all over the world... the envoys entered in an orderly manner, without rushing.

However, when Chen Guo's emissary team was halfway, Song Yun made a sudden move!

Flipping his left palm, the shattered and blackened Xuandi Seal emerged in his palm.

The field of air luck was formed, and he ascended to the holy land of pseudo-martial arts.

[Blessing of Luck:]

[Your luck value is regarded as an equivalent temporary repair value, which takes effect in the field of luck]

[Current luck value: 261 million]

Song Yun himself is already a peak master, when the 261 million luck value is converted into the same amount of cultivation value, his temporary realm directly reaches the middle stage of martial saint!
There was a glimmer of light on the surface of the Xuandi Seal, and the majestic mountain formed by the condensed luck of [-]% of the Tang Kingdom suppressed an envoy of the Chen Kingdom.

At the same time, the bronze long sword pierced out.

The sword light and the sword energy seemed to merge into one, turning into a blue flower of the other side that bloomed in the wind in an instant.

"Wu Sheng!" The members of Chen Guo's envoy group were all startled. They didn't expect Song Yun to explode with such terrifying combat power, so they hurried away.

Song Yun ignored them, and Jian Feng pointed at a middle-aged envoy with white face and beard in the middle of the crowd.

The middle-aged envoy was only in the innate realm. At this time, he was suppressed by the mountain of luck, unable to move his body. Looking at the bronze sword stabbing towards him, he could only shout:

"Help!"

The surrounding envoys from other countries were also taken aback, and they all shouted: "Song Yun! Why did you attack and kill the envoys for no reason? We were invited by you!"

They shouted angrily at the side, but they didn't dare to go forward. After all, the combat power Song Yun displayed was too terrifying.

Song Yun ignored them, and pointed his sword straight forward, pointing directly at the throat of the middle-aged envoy of Chen Guo.

The middle-aged envoy sighed helplessly, and a huge figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The figure's face has no facial features, like a flat white paper.

There are four arms stretched out from under the shoulders, lifting them up, struggling to withstand the suppressed mountain of luck.

At the same time, the middle-aged envoy had broken free from the suppression, retreated violently, and a folding fan full of poems appeared in his hand.

The folding fan swung open, and with a slight shake, a few lines of poetry leaped out from the paper, collided with the sword energy in mid-air, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

People have quietly left Song Yun's attack range.

Being able to escape the full-strength blow of the Martial Saint Realm, the true strength of the middle-aged envoy was instantly exposed.

Fairy!

Everyone was shocked, even the envoys of the Chen Kingdom around them were shocked.

Song Yun did not pursue the middle-aged envoy, but turned his attention to the faceless figure suppressed by the mountain of luck.

The bronze long sword continued unabated, it stabbed up, passing through the figure that seemed to be illusory.

The figure of the faceless phantom was startled, and suddenly dimmed a bit.

After a moment of stunned, someone exclaimed:

"Heavenly Demon Formless Dharma Body! You, you are the Venerable Thousand Faces!"

All the envoys turned pale with shock, "Honorable One Thousand Faces? When did you Chen Guo get mixed up with Xuanji Pavilion?"

Several Chen Guo envoys quickly explained: "No, we don't know about it either! The real envoy Huo Xunzhi may have been killed, and this is the fault of Xuanji Pavilion!"

Listening to the envoys' discussion, Song Yun understood in his heart, "It turns out that they are from Xuanji Pavilion, no wonder they are sneaky."

The sword in his hand kept coming, and he killed the Heavenly Demon Formless Dharma Body with the fastest speed.

The dharma body was shattered and turned into pure spirit power, which was absorbed by Song Yun and transformed into 1 cultivation points.

The Heavenly Demon's Formless Dharma Body was shattered, and the face of the Thousand-Faced Venerable quickly changed, including an old man in his seventies, a young girl, a young boy with long hair, a burly man...

In the end, it was fixed into an ordinary middle-aged man's face, his cheeks were slightly pale, and his eyes looked suspicious:

"I didn't show any flaws, how did you see through me?"

Song Yun showed a mysterious smile: "I can only blame you Xuanji Pavilion for not being in harmony..."

Venerable Qianmian's complexion changed slightly, and then he said coldly: "Such a clumsy divorce plan will not work!"

"Believe it or not." Song Yun retracted his sword in front of him, and looked at the venerable Xuanji Pavilion, with murderous intent in his eyes:
"I once said that members of Xuanji Pavilion are not allowed to enter Anxi. Since you dare to sneak in, then don't leave."

"At this time, you still want to keep me?" Venerable Qianmian smiled contemptuously, and turned his head to look at the approaching imperial army, "Today is the day of your death, Song Yun!"

The envoys around hurriedly dug their heads into the cellar, for fear of being affected by the battle.

Venerable Thousand Faces stood still and failed to lurk. It seemed that he planned to attack directly.

Li Yong and the other three in the distance also saw Venerable Thousand Faces make a move, they were a little surprised, apparently unaware.

But Zhang Songhe still shouted: "Pavilion Master Qi, how about we join forces to kill this kid?"

Venerable Qianmian nodded slightly, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Song Yun sneered secretly in his heart, "This girl seems to be the owner of the Xuanji Pavilion? That will save trouble."

With the long sword horizontally in front of him, he faced the four great masters and the army of more than one hundred thousand entering the city continuously.

Behind him is Li Tianyang on the altar. Under the terrifying pressure of the Venerable confrontation, his body trembles, his teeth are clenched, and he insists on carrying out the sacrificial process.

(End of this chapter)