Zhentiandi Road

"I want to establish a Godless Dynasty. Can Mr. Feng come to my dynasty to do things? It must be much better than in Dachu?" Dijing looked at Feng Taiqing and smiled faintly.

Feng Taiqing was stunned for a moment, speechless.

Dijing knew that Feng Taiqing or that Prince Zhong wanted to recruit him, so he deliberately asked Feng Taiqing to block Feng Taiqing's mouth.

After being stunned for a moment, Feng Taiqing smiled mischievously, and said: "Mr. Dijing, my prince is very powerful, and will be the master of Chu in the future. If Mr. Dijing can work under the prince's command now, he will be a minister in the future."

Di Jing chuckled, and said: "It's a pity, it's a pity that I can't wait so long. I appreciate your prince's kindness, and the humble house is simple, so I won't entertain a few of you." After speaking, Di Jing picked up the fishing rod and ignored the three people.

Dijing also knew what Feng Taiqing meant. If he couldn't recruit, he might just kill people and take treasures, so after knowing what he wanted, he would no longer be polite to him.

"Don't be ignorant of good and evil. His Highness the Third Prince sent someone to recruit you because he thought highly of you. You are so rude. You are looking for death." Seeing Dijing's attitude, Chu Luo, who was standing next to him, felt a twitch in his heart Furious, coupled with the resentment that Dijing had hurt him, he couldn't help but say angrily.

There was also a burst of fire in the eyes of the expressionless Xue Jian, and the fighting spirit erupted faintly in his heart, and a murderous aura rushed straight to Dijing.

Feng Taiqing's embarrassing face was also slightly angry, but he was very good at nourishing Qi, stood up, and said leisurely to Dijing: "Since Mr. Dijing has made a decision, then Feng won't bother me, and I will leave. "After speaking, he took the first step and flew towards the way he came.

On the cloud boat in the air, Chu Luo asked Feng Taiqing: "Mr. Feng, why didn't you just kill that Dijing and get back the treasure?"

Feng Taiqing said calmly: "Can you kill him?"

Chu Luo looked embarrassed, and said weakly: "Isn't there another one?" He pointed at the blood sword next to him.

Feng Taiqing stopped looking at him, turned his head and asked Xue Jian: "Are you sure?"

Xue Jian's voice was hoarse: "No, but you can try."

Feng Taiqing nodded and said: "Then wait for a while, I'll call in some more people, no matter how strong he is, he's only one person. Let Nanhe City be informed first."

Two days later, in a valley.

The three of Feng Taiqing were among them, and suddenly a person flew in from outside the valley.

The man flew closer and saluted Feng Taiqing: "Mr. Feng, Nanhe City has failed."

"Failed? How could it fail?" Feng Taiqing was stunned for a while. Based on his understanding of Ren Fang and his own layout, it should be easy to succeed. How could it fail?

"Then Ren Fang drove our people out, and said that if they go again, they will be killed." The man said.

"Hmph! If you don't come, you will have to force it." Feng Taiqing was furious, and this time the matter was completely messed up. "Send someone to hold Ren Fang, and capture him alive if possible. Go."

The man nodded and turned to leave.

Feng Taiqing said to Xue Jian again: "I will trouble you to go to Dijing, and I will send someone to help."

Xue Jian nodded, and flew out of the valley.

Dijing stood quietly by the lake, he already knew what had happened in the past two days, and he made up his mind, it was almost time for Feng Taiqing to deal with him.

Sure enough, Dijing had already seen the blood sword flying over from a distance, and his body was full of evil spirit, and the momentum had accumulated to the peak.

Xue Jian fell down, looked at Dijing and said coldly: "I am ordered to take your life."

Dijing indifferently looked at the blood sword falling in front of him, and said indifferently: "I have been waiting for a long time, since I have come, I will show up." Seeing that there was still no movement around, he said: "So, I have to Come, everyone, come out."

Di Jing swung his right hand, the speed was extremely fast, and he had already slapped eight palms in eight directions in an instant.

boom

Only eight bangs were heard, almost at the same time, some were in the air, some were behind the rocks, and some were in the water, and then eight figures appeared, with a streak of blood flowing from the corners of the eight people's mouths, obviously injured.

Eight people and eight directions, together with the blood sword, vaguely surrounded Dijing in the middle.

"Your Excellency is good at cultivation!" A sword appeared in Xue Jian's hand, pointing at the imperial capital.

"Do it." Dijing didn't pay attention, but said lightly.

Xue Jian stared, his eyes were blood red, and the sword in his hand turned red instantly, as if he had just been fished out of the blood, Xue Jian gently waved the sword in his hand, and suddenly streaks of blood appeared in the air, turning into A pool of blood trapped the capital in it.

I saw one after another figure emerging from the pool of blood, either male or female, or holding a sharp sword, vicious; or delicate and charming, seductive;

This is the blood pool transformed by the blood sword's natal weapon. The figures in the blood pool are all absorbed by the souls of the people killed by it. In the blood pool, attack at any time.

Di Jing stood in the pool of blood, ignoring the Blood God Son who rushed towards him, these things could not help him, he was looking for the location of the blood sword.The blood god child rushed towards him in a blink of an eye, Di Jing raised his hand, and saw the bloody water dodge where the palm passed, and the blood god son who rushed was patted into a puddle of blood water, but the blood god child seemed to be unable to kill, and in a blink of an eye he condensed out of his body again Pounce on the imperial capital.

Dijing snorted coldly, and slapped his palm away again, but this time the palm passed by, the void annihilated, the blood disappeared, and the Blood God Son wailed, and was swallowed by the void in a blink of an eye, disappearing forever.

Xue Jian in the dark was secretly shocked. He didn't expect this imperial capital to be so powerful, but this was a good opportunity.There was a burst of blood, and the blood sword had already disguised itself as a son of the blood god and rushed towards the capital.

Di Jing, who was dealing with the Son of the Blood God, sensed a faint sword energy in his consciousness, and his heart moved: I have been waiting for you for a long time.The hidden technique is so subtle that another person might not be able to discover it, but it cannot be hidden from Dijing's spiritual sense.

Immediately, Di Jing didn't take back his palm, but still slapped forward slowly. Seeing the blood god son transformed by the blood sword coming, his palm changed from a slap to a grasp, and he grabbed the sword in Xue Jian's hand, clenched his left hand, Slammed to the sword.

砰噗

There were two consecutive sounds, the sword broke and the person vomited blood.A look of disbelief flashed in Xue Jian's eyes, someone broke his natal weapon with his fist!He wanted to dodge right now, but it was too late, a fist had already come in front of him.

The blood sword's natal weapon was destroyed, and the blood pool disappeared immediately. Dijing looked at the blood sword that kept vomiting blood in the distance, and knew that his own punch had broken its tendons just now, and the natal weapon was destroyed. Losing combat power is nothing to worry about.Turning his head and looking around, he found that the eight people had formed a formation to surround him.

Dijing shook his head slightly, clenched his fists, and blasted towards the formation around him. The formation was only slightly blocked, but it was broken in an instant, revealing the eight people who formed the formation, each vomited blood, fell to the ground, obviously The injury was serious.

Dijing clapped his hands lightly, and said lightly: "You are too weak."

Blood Sword and the eight people in the formation felt bitter, too weak?That's right, it's indeed too weak, and it can't even take a single move.Although the eight of them were all cultivators at the Void Stage, they had besieged so many monks at the Composite Stage by virtue of their formation, and they didn't expect to be defeated by someone with a single move today.

Xue Jian's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his head to look at Dijing, and asked, "Aren't you a Daoist?"

Dijing smiled faintly, and asked back: "Who told you that I am in the Daoist period?"

Hearing this, Xue Jian and the eight people felt even more bitter. Who is this person they have to deal with?

Dijing didn't pay any attention to these nine people, they wanted to kill him, and he had no reason to keep them alive.