God Xiao Sha Xian

At night, the imperial city of Dazhou was ablaze, Jiang Hao and Tang Ji had already rushed out, and the five thousand imperial army raised their torches and blocked the water around the imperial study room; roofs, palace walls, gardens... everywhere were mighty warriors dressed in gold, silver and iron armor. Warriors, all of them looked at the several figures that suddenly appeared in the sky with tense expressions and awe-inspiring expressions, and their spirits were extremely tense. 26nbsp;

The three monks with flying swords in the air put extremely heavy pressure on the five thousand Imperial Forest Army. Facing cultivators like Shangxian, no amount of mortals would be useless.But even so, the five thousand Imperial Forest Army still had no intention of retreating, and those unwavering eyes seemed to be ready to die.

Wei Yuanzheng was worthy of being the prime minister, when he heard the news of the enemy's attack, he immediately reacted and arranged for Ting Wei to secretly escort Murong Rui and Murong Yuxi out of the city.

"Uncle, nephew is here to defend against powerful enemies, the emperor and princess may have to ask uncle."

Wei Yuanzheng's voice was steady, without any panic.

Lu Chen glanced at Wei Yuanzheng, without making a sound, and walked out of the secret room with a light smile.

Wei Yuanzheng and Murong Rui were taken aback. They knew what kind of means the people who attacked Qian Yumen had. At least they had to be monks in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. It's just a rising star who has practiced for several years.

Wei Yuan was planning to stop him, but when he stretched out his hand, he found that Lu Chen's figure had disappeared into the secret room.

The two were stunned for a moment, and hurried out.

In the sky above the imperial city, three figures stood side by side, all three of them covered their faces with cloth, apparently not wanting to reveal their identities.Looking at the flames intertwined outside the imperial study room, the red-shirted monk in the center sneered: "I'm overestimated, a mere mortal, even if he is ten times stronger, he's just an ant."

A chubby gray-robed monk on the left smiled, and said, "Kill that little girl quickly, and we can go back and die."

"There are masters." The black-clothed monk standing on the right side who had been silent all this time suddenly frowned, his cold eyes burst out with murderous intent from the edge of his face scarf, and looked towards the door of the imperial study.

Lu Chen, who walked out first, had a body protected by the Dayan Immortal Art, and his aura was well hidden. The three monks were all in the late stage of foundation establishment, so naturally they couldn't discover Lu Chen's details.At the beginning, the black-clothed monk was quite suspicious of Lu Chen's identity, but then Wei Yuanzheng, who came out later, revealed the strength of the late foundation establishment, which immediately made the black-clothed monk heave a sigh of relief.

The red-shirted monk and the gray-robed monk also felt a strong aura coming out of the imperial study room. When they saw Lu Chen, they were first surprised.But then, like the black-clothed monk, he thought that his feelings were misunderstood. The aura was not emanating from Lu Chen, but an old man in brocade forging court clothes behind him.

The red-shirted monk sneered for a while, then suddenly said: "In the late stage of foundation establishment, I didn't expect there to be such an expert in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Seeing his own cultivation at a glance, Wei Yuanzheng was startled. It is difficult for monks of the same realm to see the cultivation of a monk with comparable strength to his own. If someone sees it, the opponent's strength must be higher than his own.

Wei Yuanzheng glanced at Lu Chen silently, for some reason, the murderous intent gushing out of Lu Chen suddenly subsided.Wei Zhengyuan sighed secretly, thinking that Lu Chen was also overwhelmed by the opponent's aura, and couldn't help being extremely disappointed.

At this time, the red-shirted monk in the air typed out the seal formula, and after a few breaths, he suddenly said: "Don't waste time, that girl is in the room, kill her and leave quickly."

Cultivators are not allowed to bully mortals, and the three of them were obviously afraid of being discovered by others, so the red-shirted monk gave the order to kill.

Hearing the words, the two monks beside him suppressed their contemptuous smiles, their eyes sharpened, and they quickly rushed to the door of the imperial study room with flying swords.

"No, stop them."

Wei Yuanzheng was shocked when he saw this, and rushed forward with a roar.

The sword light shone in the dark night. Wei Yuanzheng, who hadn't done anything for many years, took out the medium-grade magic weapon taught by Master Yuyang himself. After a blue brilliance lit up, a tapered long sword came out of his hand.

"Shoot 7e"

"A medium-grade magic weapon?" The fat gray-robed monk was overjoyed when he saw this, and his straight figure drew an arc in the air. He gave up the imperial study and went straight to Wei Yuanzheng.

Wei Yuanzheng didn't back down, and quickly made dozens of sword fingers with his ten fingers secretly clasped to transform the sword with his fingers, which is the essence of Qianyumen Yuyang swordsmanship.

The two masters clashed in the air in an instant, and the other black-clothed monk curled his lips, and his eyes were also greedy, but right now there were more important things to do than to win the treasure, so the black-clothed monk could only bite bitterly. Gritting his teeth, he slandered the gray-shirted monk secretly for a while, then rushed to the imperial study room.

No matter how calm Murong Rui was, the lord of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he couldn't help but feel terrified when facing the cultivators. He subconsciously took two steps back, and suddenly a big hand behind him pressed against his back.

Murong Rui turned around in surprise, just in time to see Lu Chen's murderous face.

With a light pull, Murong Rui was pulled behind him, Lu Chen took a step forward, and his whole body burst out in an instant.

The khaki light flower quickly condensed the tortoise-like light armor on the body surface, and Lu Chen remained motionless, staring at the black-clothed monk who came to kill him without squinting.

The corner of the black-clothed monk's mouth curled up in disdain, and he murmured, "I'm courting death."

At this moment, almost everyone thought that Chase Lu would be decapitated under the sword light pointed out by the monk in black, and most of the Imperial Forest Army could not bear to turn their heads away.

The red-shirted monk in the air didn't feel the slightest threat from Lu Chen. In his eyes, the black-clothed monk's strength was enough to remove all obstacles in front of him.

However, just when everyone thought Lu Chen was going to die, suddenly the sword light of the monk in black pierced Lu Chen's chest accurately. The crisp sound of fighting and fighting.

"When 7e"

I thought that blood would splatter everywhere in the next moment, but what splattered was not blood, but sparks.

The disdainful smile of the monk in black froze on his face immediately after the clear voice sounded, and when his eyes fell on Lu Chen's face, he was full of disbelief.He found that the sword power he was proud of could not penetrate the opponent's earth armor condensed only by mana.

"What?" The black-clothed friar turned pale with shock. Just after the blow, the black-clothed friar believed that he had no intention of holding back. Under the impetus of his boundless magic power in the late stage of foundation establishment, the flying sword, a low-grade magic weapon, became Jing Shihan. Iron will also be penetrated, but at this moment it cannot penetrate the opponent's mana armor.

The strange change made everyone present gasp, and the figure of the red-shirted monk who was still so proud that he didn't want to make a move couldn't help shaking in shock as he stepped on the flying sword, showing a horrified expression.He knows the strength of the black-clothed friar the most. Regardless of his status as a leader, if he really puts his life to work, he dare not say that he can kill the black-clothed friar in a short period of time, let alone mana armor alone. Can resist the opponent's sword.

"This..." The red shirt monk involuntarily took two steps back.

The sword shadow soaring to the sky disappeared as soon as it lit up. The moment of silence made Wei Yuanzheng and the gray-robed monk who had already fought not far away feel very puzzled. The two separated from each other and looked towards the door of the imperial study , happened to see that unbelievable scene.

At this moment, Lu Chen's right hand had already been stretched out, but the seemingly slow movement made the monk in black unable to back down. He could only watch helplessly as his flying sword fell into the opponent's hand.The black-clothed monk wanted to pull out the flying sword, but suddenly a black fire gushed out of Lu Chen's hand.The fire wrapped around the flying sword ㊣(6) like a dragon.In the blink of an eye, the black-clothed monk's flying sword turned into molten iron.

This scene made people exclaim again and again, melting soldiers with fire, this is a great ability, even if it is a Jindan master, it may not be able to do this.

All the cultivators present are not ordinary people, and Lu Chen can tell others that this person must be a powerful person with the method of refining weapons.

"The refiner?"

The red-shirted monk exclaimed again, and he was already retreating in his heart.

The fat monk backed back again and again in shock, and the two looked at each other, and even fled towards the distance without even thinking about it.

Lu Chen had expected it a long time ago. With a sneer, he raised his hand and flipped a tower of red flames flying out of his palm. In the blink of an eye, the red-shirted and gray-robed monks who were fleeing grew larger on top of their heads. Under the horrified eyes of thousands of imperial guards, they tightly covered the two of them in the tower.

"Peng 7e"

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