Da Bong fights more people

"Xu Qi'an, don't you claim to be the master of the people, don't you have a conscience, don't you have a better reputation than the court?"

Emperor Zhende's eyes were sharp, jealous, angry, hated and disdainful, holding the sixty-foot sword, he shouted:

"If you dare to dodge this sword, how many people will die in the city?"

The whole story of the city massacre case has always been a thorn in Joan's heart that cannot be removed. He planned for many years to refine the blood pill and the soul pill, but in the end they were destroyed. King Huai's avatar died in Chuzhou.

For a vicious "demon", this is enough to drive him mad.

What's more, Xu Qi'an broke into the Meridian Gate, beheaded the Duke, and slapped him in the face of the ninety-five venerable in front of the people.

How does it feel to be slapped in the face by such a small person?

Later, Jianzheng, Zhao Shou, and military officials forced him to commit his crimes, and his face was stripped off again, and he was trampled on.

No matter how deep the city is, people will be furious. What's more, he never hides his evil thoughts. Like Dizong's demon, Emperor Zhende firmly believes that human nature is inherently evil.

"You can try to prevent me from condensing my sword power, but you can't catch up to me... Of course," Emperor Jeanne paused, and said with a slightly crazy smile: "You can also hide!"

While speaking, another iron sword flew across the sky and merged into the giant sword, and the momentum increased a little bit.

On the top of the city, there are soldiers trembling, preheating the artillery with trembling hands, and filling the shells.

But the centurion kicked him over? He shouted in a deep voice, "Run!"

Such a fairy-like figure? How can artillery be able to deal with it.

All of a sudden, the soldiers and warriors spread out towards both sides of the city wall like birds and beasts. The city behind Xu Qi'an was empty.

The gigantic sword is mighty, sixty feet long, and the sword energy pierces the sky. It contains sword energy, which was condensed by a second-rank Renzong with all his strength.

If Luo Yuheng's talisman sword was a random sword of Renzong's second rank? Then Joan's sword was a full-strength sword of a Renzong second rank master who had stored his energy for a long time.

The reason why Emperor Jeanne summoned a large number of iron swords? It is purely because ordinary weapons cannot withstand his monstrous sword intent, so they cannot do it.

This sword not only contains the brilliant sword energy, but also the power of the heart sword that specializes in beheading the primordial spirit.

Even though Xu Qi'an fused with Shenshu and made his qi boil to reach the peak level of the third-rank, he felt a huge threat and pressure in the face of a second-rank Taoist master whose attack and killing skills were not weaker than martial arts master Ren Zong Jianxiu.

If you insist on this sword, the body may survive, but the soul may not.

Under normal circumstances, he could dodge, but Emperor Jeanne used the people in the city as a threat to force him to take a sword.

This was Joan's purpose in pushing him out of the city.

If you pick it up, you have to bear this world-defying sword.

If he doesn't answer, let alone his reputation, Xu Qi'an's own heart of martial arts will definitely be stained with dust, no matter how difficult it is to be clear-headed.

Under tremendous pressure, Xu Qi'an searched for his own methods in his mind. The Buddhist precepts are not valid for Joan of Arc, unless he is also the second or first rank of Buddhism.

Sitting meditation skills will definitely not be able to stop this sword.

Confucian magic cannot be used. If the sword is eliminated by means of words and methods, the backlash after the event will not be much weaker than bearing the sword.

The supervisor didn't make a move, and it seemed that he was indeed entangled by Salun Agu. Although he had a home court advantage in the capital, Saren Agu was a first-class who had lived for thousands of years. He couldn't beat Jianzheng in Dafeng, so hang him for a while Always no problem.

The last iron sword merged in, and Joan of Arc finally finished concentrating on the sword, his sword fingers trembling slightly, as if he couldn't even control this huge force.

In the entire capital city, 300 million living beings were under the pressure of this sword force, panicking.

This is the second product.

Like Tianwei.

"cut!"

Joan of Arc roared, joy flashed across her face, she manipulated the giant sword with her sword finger, and slashed down with all her might.

Xu Qi'an opened his eyes wide, watching the sky-dipping sword cut down, took a step forward, opened his hands, and roared:

"Come the knife!"

In the sky, a clear light whizzed over, like a shooting star, surrounded by layers of turbulent clear clouds.

Confucian saint carving knife.

The most precious treasure of Confucianism, Confucian saints once used it to carve a series of classics on bamboo slips.

The carving knife buzzed and trembled, joy never before, it no longer appeared as if performing official duties like the previous two times.

This time, there was a strong emotional fluctuation from the carving knife. It was cheering, happy, and boiling with passion, as if it had returned to the owner's hand.

Holding the carving knife, Xu Qi'an's eyes shone with clear light, he stepped forward again, and stabbed the Confucian saint's carving knife forward.

Sword Qi and Saber Intent collided head-on.

Before the collision, the air world between the two erupted with dazzling flames, just like the intersection of two fields with opposite attributes, producing a violent reaction.

boom!

The collision of the two energies produced a terrible explosion, the entire space seemed to collapse, and the force of destruction swept across.

The soldiers and warriors at the top of the city fell down in pieces and died unexpectedly.

The city wall behind Xu Qi'an first collapsed with the guardian circle, then the wall cracked, wandered through the gaps, and finally collapsed.

A small half of the city wall collapsed.

The dust on the ground was scraped off layer by layer, and rolled up into the sky with the boiling air flow, like a sandstorm.

There was another bang, and the ground collapsed into a deep pit more than ten meters deep. Xu Qi'an and Emperor Zhende stood still, stepping on the void.

Emperor Joan's face suddenly twisted, his cheek muscles bulged, and his forehead was bruised. His right arm holding the sword finger trembled violently and was extremely unstable.

The light in Xu Qi'an's eyes flashed again, and he roared in a low voice: "I don't believe in kings in my whole life!"

With this roar, above his head, a thousand-handed demon with twelve pairs of arms flashed away, and an image of an old man wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown disappeared in a flash.

Both Confucian saints and Shenshu thought it was very good.

Grala...... At the node where the carving knife and the giant sword collided, there was a tooth-piercing sound.

One by one, the iron swords were shattered, or blasted into shards of iron, or melted into molten iron.

After all, Fantie is Fantie. After the sword energy of Renzong's second-rank powerhouse is exhausted, they disintegrate quickly, starting from the node of the attack, and spreading to the whole giant sword.

Xu Qi'an advanced all the way amidst the falling crimson molten iron and pieces of iron, and stabbed the carving knife into Emperor Zhende's chest, and while the opponent roared in pain, he pulled hard.