God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

Yan Chunjun in the palace looked horrified, looking at this scene, his face was pale, two wars, cold sweat broke out, and he shouted sharply:

"Block, block me! Shield! Shield!"

Hearing this, a group of shield soldiers rushed up and formed a strong shield barrier behind the gate.

There were also a group of people who rushed directly to the gate of the mansion and went all out to withstand the gate of the mansion.

But whether it was Yanchun-Jun or these guards, all of them were extremely nervous and panic-stricken.

Although the gate of the house is strong, can it resist Mo Yi's sword energy?

It's hard to say.

Although their shield formations are powerful, can they withstand the impact of sword energy?

It's even worse!

The only thing that can be understood is life and death.

Next, live.

If you can't take it, you'll probably die tragically.

Just when everyone was nervous, thousands of sword qi directly bombarded the huge gate of the mansion.

boom!boom!

The gate of the Yanchun King's Mansion is indestructible, comparable to the city gate, and has survived the impact of the winner's siege.

But at this moment, in the face of Mo Yi's thousands of sword qi, it was like a piece of paper, and it exploded instantly, shattered, and turned into powder.

The guards who stood behind the door even screamed in agony, blood spilling into the sky.

But in just a moment, there was no life, and it was directly penetrated by thousands of sword qi, and they fell down one after another, which was terrible.

And that condensed sword energy, but it was castrated, and it went straight to the shield formation in front.

Bang! Bang!boom!

The sword energy slammed into the shield formation, making a thunderous sound.

Although breaking through the gate of the house and consuming a lot of energy, the impact of the sword energy is still like a shield soldier complaining.

Every time they hit, it made them feel stuffy, their internal organs seemed to be displaced, and they vomited blood.

The hand holding the shield was already numb, the tiger's mouth was cracked, and blood was flowing.

But everyone knew that they had to survive until the end, otherwise there would be only one death, and even no bones left.

At this time, Mo Yi had already come to the sky above the palace, looking at the shield array that was struggling to support him, but he smiled coldly: "I think you can still hold a few waves!"

The words fell, and thousands of sword qi roared, hitting the shield formation formed by thousands of people again.

boom!

With a roar, the shield formation completely collapsed, and thousands of sword qi whizzed past, invincible and unstoppable.

Directly kill thousands of shield soldiers.

And the rest of the sword energy went straight to Lord Yanchun.

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And the rest of the sword energy went straight to Lord Yanchun.

"Protect the king!"

The master next to him, with a horrified expression, made a decisive move and took the others to meet him directly.

There were even people who protected Yan Chunjun, kept retreating, and retreated directly inside.

The sword qi was rampant, and many masters of the palace went all out.

Some of them are battle-hardened generals, and some are congenital masters with extraordinary strength and rich experience.

But even so, under Mo Yi's ten thousand swords, he was still vulnerable and suffered heavy casualties.

However, their all-out efforts to fight to the death still delayed Mo Yi's success for a while.

Finally, the sword energy in the sky disappeared, and in the entire courtyard, only Mo Yi was left, and there were corpses all over the place.

(bgbf)

Whether it was the innate masters of the palace, or the generals under the command of Jun Yanchun, they all lost their lives.

Mo Yi shook his head, didn't care, walked in and went straight to the depths of the palace.

Looking at the gate of the inner courtyard, Mo Yi smiled lightly, waved his hand, and his internal force roared out, directly blasting the gate into the air, and then walked in.

In the inner courtyard of the palace, however, there are tens of thousands of elites who are waiting for them.

Yan Chunjun stood at the very center and was guarded by everyone.

Just looking at Mo Yi, who was still calm, Yan Chunjun's face was ashen, and his heart was terrified.

This is his last line of defense, and there is no turning back!

In the past, so many masters, generals, and generals tried their best to stop Mo Yi, but they couldn't stop Mo Yi for a moment, and it was unbelievable that they couldn't hurt him in the slightest.