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

Chapter 97 Slaughter the whole city's armor
Seeing Song Yun's appearance, Uwe's expression changed drastically, and he took a step back involuntarily.

The [-] elite cavalry under his command were all killed or injured, but he couldn't arouse much anger, because his heart was full of panic now.

The method of the young man in white on the opposite side was completely beyond imagination. He was able to quickly create a terrifying explosion that enveloped the entire city, killing more than [-] people instantly with a single palm!

Although it is suspected that external force was used, this method is not something that ordinary martial arts can do.

There is also a strange point, Song Yun was seriously injured under the joint bombardment of the four venerables, and his body was on the verge of falling.

Now his face is much ruddy, and his aura is not weak but strong, and he already has the coercion of the late martial saint!

"This is a monster..." His lips couldn't help trembling.

Song Yun glanced at Uwei, who was facing a formidable enemy, and grinned.

With a wave of his right hand, the cyan sword light rose from the ground, heading straight towards Xiaohan.

Immediately, it turned around and fell from a high place to the ground.

Uwe turned and ran.

Song Yun performed "Heavenly Ghost Escaping the Sky", chased and intercepted it, and at the same time threw Xuandi Xi behind him.

Xuandixi flew close to the ground, aiming at the three ghosts.

The body of the ghost is not as good as that of the martial artist, and the soul is more vulnerable to the impact of the violent explosion. At this time, people are stunned by the explosion, and it is difficult to resist.

Xuandi's seal passed by, as if it had become sticky, sticking to Li Yong, then Zhang Songhe, and then Venerable Thousand Faces.

The bodies of the three of them stacked up, and they were firmly suppressed on the ground by Xuandi Xi.

With the suppression of the Qi Luck field, the bloody aura all over the city is still hurting the spirits, and these three ghosts can't escape.

Song Yun blocked Uwei's way with one sword and one sword.

Uwe's pressure surged.

The young man in front of him may be injured, but the fighting power of Wu Sheng in the later stage combined with the suppression of the field of luck is too tyrannical, and he can't beat it!
With Song Yun Hengjian in front of him, he offered a friendly suggestion:
"Do you still have soldiers and horses outside the city? Or call them in, at least they can disperse the Luck Domain and help you get out of trouble."

Uwe's eyes showed grief and indignation, "Little thief, my son from Beiyuan is not afraid of death!"

"If you don't listen to a good suggestion, then take my sword."

The bronze sword pierced out, and the scimitar was easily swung away, and the screaming army-breaking sword energy came straight to Uwe's face.

Not long after, the northern plains cavalry lurking in the distance heard Uwe's loud call, and looked at each other in surprise.

They and the remaining Tang army outside the city were the first-hand witnesses to the earth-shattering explosion just now.

They all witnessed with their own eyes that the whole city was almost overturned in the violent explosion.

Who dares to come closer?

But Uwe's call sounded again.

Shan Yu's order cannot be disobeyed. The Beiyuan cavalry gritted their teeth and charged in groups, breaking into Anxi all the way.

And never came out again.

In Anxi City, the sword is like a dragon chant, endlessly passionate.

In the end, Uwe was covered in blood, his right arm was almost cut off, and he fled out of the city in a hurry with the remnants of the defeated general.

Song Yun stood at the gate of the city and said with a smile, "Welcome to come again next time."

Uwe roared angrily, full of unwillingness, "I will kill you when I am promoted to the late stage of Martial Saint!"

Song Yun waved his hand in relief, he likes this kind of indomitable opponent.

Regardless of those who escaped from the city, the bronze sword came out of his hand, turned into a blue rainbow light, and circled around the city.

Kill all enemies that are still alive.

[Song Yun, the town warrior, killed 1 seventh-tier enemy, 18 sixth-tier enemies, 191 fifth-tier enemies, 1006 fourth-tier enemies, 9852 third-tier enemies, 22391 second-tier enemies, and 129357 first-tier enemies , Martial arts cultivation value +80]

[Current state: Tier [-] Martial Dao Grandmaster, the pinnacle]

[Required initial cultivation level to advance to the seventh level: 82/100 million]

Very close to the realm of Martial Saints, the power of qi and blood is full, and I feel very comfortable, and the pain from the previous injury has almost completely subsided.

Song Yun turned around slowly and came to the trembling three ghost fairies.

Xuan Dixi lifted it up, allowing them to catch their breath.

"Song Yun, I..." Venerable Thousand Faces said anxiously.

Song Yun waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's not your turn yet."

His eyes first fell on Zhang Songhe.

This Great Tang Imperial Master no longer had the prestige he had just now, his red robe was blown to pieces and covered in smoke and dust.

Song Yun: "I once said that if you want to destroy the Tiangang Sect, all the people under your command should come today, right? It doesn't matter if there are still those who stay in Longyou Dao, they will accompany you on the road soon."

"No, I have..." Zhang Songhe hurriedly said.

"It's useless if you have the Heavenly Rank Supreme Treasure." Song Yun slapped him on the forehead, and with a little force, his five fingers crushed with a click.

The Xuandi Seal was crushed down.

Now Song Yun is very proficient at killing ghosts and immortals, and he won't let go even with a single divine thought.

Seeing Zhang Songhe disappearing into ashes, Li Yong was so frightened that he shook like chaff. The murderous aura from when he hit Song Yun before disappeared without a trace, and begged for mercy: "You want the throne, and I will give you the throne, don't kill me..."

Song Yun lifted Li Yong up and walked slowly to the grave of the old soldier.

A few days ago, the cemetery was covered with sand, which was well prepared. Now the sand was blown away by the explosion, and the cemetery was exposed again, without much damage.

Song Yun stepped on Li Yong's fat head, facing the tombstones, and said coldly:

"The three thousand veterans here all died because of you, then I will stab you three thousand swords and sacrifice the loyal soul with blood."

After finishing speaking, the bronze sword stabbed down.

Li Yong's miserable howling sounded like killing a pig again and again.

Li Tianyang on the altar was sore when he heard that, he turned around and gave Li Yong a hard look.

The embarrassing sixty-year-old man lying on the ground was considered his second grandfather in terms of blood relationship, but he was the executioner who ordered the slaughter of his family.

"Brother Song, let me strike the sword too!"

"Huh? The sacrifice is complete?"

"It's done." Li Tianyang glanced at the burnt black altar, not sure if it counted.

"Yes, go and call out the envoys from various countries in the cellar, announce it to the world, and ascend to the throne."

Although the messengers stayed deep underground, they were also dizzy from the shock. Just as they wanted to catch their breath when they came out, the smell of blood and burnt smell came to their nostrils, making them want to vomit.

Those who were in a slightly better state looked around at the world-like scene in Anxi City, stunned, and exclaimed:

"Dead, all dead!"

"Li Yong's 10,000+ court army was killed by Song Yun!"

The hundred and ten people yelled, and soon noticed the fat man crying and howling at Song Yun's feet.

Seeing the sword piercing one after another, the blood flowed out from all the wounds, and the faces of the messengers turned pale.

"Honorable Song, this is..."

Li Yong was covered in blood, and he was already unrecognizable.

Song Yun said indifferently: "The traitor Li Yong will be executed today."

As he said that, he stabbed with a sword again, and then gave Li Yong a elixir to continue his life.

Three thousand swords, not one sword less.

The envoys shivered and looked away, trying not to look at the extremely miserable scene.

Song Yun: "Leave me alone and continue with the enthronement ceremony."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head and looked westward, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's finally here, it should be the last wave of today."

"Whether they can be promoted to Martial Saint in one fell swoop depends on them."

In the west, the black torrent rolls forward on the long yellow sand...

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