After receiving this blow, Song Kai stopped moving forward directly, standing in the air, staring deep in front of him, and his pupils were clearly marked with a figure of Ali Hague.

One glance, you can cut off life and death!

In an instant, Ali Hague felt a cool air flowing straight into the sky spirit cover from the tailbone. Without thinking, he used the true energy to protect his body. Then he felt endless coldness emerge from the void around him. It was a pale dead aura that was driven by Song Kai from the sky.

The vast dead spirit was as white as bones, surrounding Ali Hague condensed into a palm, and then bent his five fingers and held it completely. The surging meditation power penetrated into his body even more crazily.

In fact, these death powers are not strong in terms of impact, but they cannot resist the death energy here, and are constantly being introduced by Song Kai into the power of death.

At this moment, Ali Hague seemed to have returned to the ice and snow kingdom that was even further north in northern China. The cold and coldness was everywhere, and no matter how strong his body was, it still could not stop its invasion.

With [Gratio of Underworld], Song Kai brushed his left sleeve and rolled up strands of dead energy to condense into a long sword phantom. After holding it, he pointed to Ali Hague from afar.

Ali Hague's pupils suddenly shrank, and for some reason, he sensed the arrival of death. He was unwilling to die and immediately motivated his true energy to break free from the shackles of the power of meditation.

Seeing that Song Kai was about to raise his sword and slash out, a violent roar suddenly broke out from the city below. Then four figures jumped up to the city wall one after another, and then jumped down to the top of the city and jumped to the battlefield outside the city.

Although the distance was far away, Yao Ruoyu, Xu Xuanrong and others could clearly see that the three of the four were clearly Chu Xuan, Chu Yuan, and Chu Hao.

Seeing that the three sons of the Chu family were unable to take down the young man holding a spear, Yao Ruoyu's eyes were a little surprised, and Chu Zheng was even more surprised: "Who is that?"

"Atu?" One of Wang Yaoda's subordinates looked at him a few times and suddenly exclaimed.

Yao Ruoyu suddenly remembered that the person ranked sixth in the Jinxiu Qianlong List was named Atu. At this time, Xu Xuanrong had already nodded: "The Jinxiu Qianlong List is sixth, [Dry Wood] Atu, the son of the seventh Mongolian prince Alibuge."

The sixth place in the Qianlong list is a person with higher rankings than Cui Qiaoxin, Li Yuezhou, Yang Yanzhao, Xu Xuanrong and others. No wonder they can defeat the three sons of the Chu family with one against three.

No, it’s not the third son of the Chu family, but the fourth son!

As they entered the Song army camp, Chu Dun, who had just rested, also carried a shield and killed him. However, even if he joined, the four of them barely blocked A Tu and still did not gain the upper hand.

"Good skills!" Zhang Ziqiang, who had always stood in front of the remaining troops of the Yanggu Legion, saw A Tu's brave posture from afar, and a fighting spirit suddenly surged in his bloody eyes. He clamped his legs and rode straight out and charged towards A Tu.

Breaking through the seventh realm will affect the changes in the laws of heaven and earth. Therefore, when Zhang Ziqiang broke through the seventh realm a few days ago, the Mongolian side had already known it. Now seeing him suddenly rushing towards Atu, Zhang Hongfan and others on the top of the city couldn't help but change their colors.

Without even speaking much, Zhang Hongfan pressed his hands forward with his palms down. The plain outside the city suddenly sank and sink, and a ditch formed instantly separated Zhang Ziqiang from the battlefield under the city.

Zhang Ziqiang frowned, his right hand held the Pangu axe and shook the reins in his left hand. He raised his red eyes and black dragon horse under his crotch, raised his head and let out a long roar. He suddenly kicked his four hooves, jumped up with Zhang Ziqiang and instantly crossed the ditch dozens of feet wide.

Seeing that Zhang Ziqiang was about to rush to the place where Atu and the four sons of the Chu family fought, a sword light suddenly rushed out in Luzhou City, like a rainbow and liberated. In the blink of an eye, it had already passed by most of the battlefield and hit Zhang Ziqiang's face.

Although Zhang Ziqiang's attention was all on A Tu, the sword came from the front and couldn't see it. He immediately laughed loudly, and the Pangu axe that had already condensed and formed raised slightly, and then slashed out suddenly.

Clang! The swords and axes attacked each other, and the vast sword energy and the deep black true energy also exploded at the same time. Zhang Ziqiang's charge was so powerful that he was stopped by the flying sword.

At this time, A Tu had also noticed Zhang Ziqiang's approaching, and he shot and forced the four sons of the Chu family to retreat, turned around and left, and in the blink of an eye, he had already returned to the top of the city.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Yao Ruoyu narrowed his eyes slightly. The only one in the Mongolian army who could use the flying sword to force Zhang Ziqiang was the former classmate Ding Yanzhi.

Sure enough, after blocking Zhang Ziqiang, the flying sword soared up, drew an arc and returned to the top of the city, falling into the hands of Ding Yanzhi, who had appeared here at some time.

Next to Ding Yanzhi was Mongge, Kublai Khan and two middle-aged men with unknown identities.

The only people who can stand side by side with them here are the remaining two seventh realms in Mongolia, the seventh prince Alibuge and the famous Mongolian general Tu Tu.

After looking at the Zhuxian Sword in Ding Yanzhi's hand, Ali Bu Ge laughed and said, "I heard for a long time that the national master has an ancient divine sword, and his divine power is unparalleled. When I see him today, it is indeed worthy of his reputation."

"The Seventh Prince is so praiseful," Ding Yanzhi smiled faintly, looked at Zhang Ziqiang outside the city, and said coldly, "Unless the enemy provoked, the Seventh Realm must not attack the following Seventh Realm at will. This is an unwritten rule in China. Zhang Ziqiang, do you want the Song Dynasty to be the target of public criticism?"

Although in the conventions of various Chinese countries, there are only eight realms that cannot attack the weak at will, the destructive power of the seven realms is second only to the eight realms. Therefore, although there are no explicit regulations, it has become a hidden rule known to all countries.

After so many years in the army, Zhang Ziqiang naturally knew this. He was just happy to see the hunt. Besides, he had just broken through the seventh realm and was shocked and had not yet fully adapted. He always thought that he was still in the sixth realm, so he went out to attack in an impulse.

Seeing Ding Yanzhi questioning, Zhang Ziqiang was a little stuck, and then snorted angrily: "Who saw me attacking him?"

Ding Yanzhi was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed and said, "That's Ding's words."

"Ding..." After a pause, Zhang Ziqiang frowned, "Mongolian national master, everyone says that although you are in the sixth realm, you already have the strength to compete with the seventh realm. Why not fight and see if you and I do it?"

"If you have the ability, come up!" Ding Yanzhi glanced at him and said with a calm smile.

Seeing the two of them quarrel, Chu Kuangmou shook his head slightly and glanced at Mengge, Kublai, Alibuge, and Tutuha. His eyes were slightly condensed and he shouted coldly: "Marquis Longyang, Marquis Beijing, Marquis Nanfa, three of them will take action."

"Here!" Long Wu shouted softly, and with Wang Yaoda and Xin Qiji, they soared into the air, turning into a ray of light and rushing towards the top of the city.

The big man with a fur coat on Kublai Khan touched the handle of the knife and laughed: "Three people, how do you divide the princes?"

"Long Wu is my defeated general, so I'll give him to me." Kublai Khan sneered.

"Then I want Wang Yaoda!" Ali Buge smiled sinisterly, "I heard that his martial arts are used to overcome my Mongolian bloodline, but I want to see if it is that magical."

Seeing that Meng Ge was silent, Tu Tu laughed and said, "Then I will deal with Xin Qiji."

After the opponent was assigned, Kublai Khan, Alibu Ge, and Tutuha rushed forward and rushed towards their respective opponents.

Seeing Yao Ruoyu pressing the hilt of the sword with his hand, Chu Kuangmou smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, the Mongols must have a trump card that has not been released. You are our trump card and cannot be used at will."

While talking and laughing, six people and seven realms had already collided, but both sides deliberately avoided the Song Meng army below and came to the clouds above to fight.

But even though the distance was deliberately widened, the fight between the six people still changed the sky. The various colors in the vast sea of ​​clouds shone brightly, sometimes like a tsunami buzzing, sometimes like a rumbling mountain collapse.

At the same time, Zhang Ziqiang had already arrived under the city wall. He slapped the horse's back and jumped up with the force. He took seven steps in the air in the air, as if the air under his feet had turned into steps. After seven steps, he had already arrived at the top of the city.

Seeing Zhang Ziqiang rushing up to the city wall, Ding Yanzhi waved his sleeves without saying a word, and another immortal sword behind him was unsheathed, and he turned around and cut into the soles of his feet, then took him into the air, just avoiding the energy that Zhang Ziqiang had just punched.

"What are you running?!" Seeing Ding Yanzhi rising into the sky, Zhang Ziqiang glared with bloody eyes, raised his Pangu axe and slashed forward. The true energy of the axe blade exploded instantly, turning into a huge illusory axe shadow, which suddenly slashed across the sky from right to left, and hit Ding Yanzhi heavily.

Unexpectedly, he had already opened nearly a hundred feet away and was attacked by Zhang Ziqiang. Although Ding Yanzhi held up a light white shield in time, he was still staggered by the shadow of the axe.

Before he stood firm, Ding Yanzhi felt his waist sinking, and was hooked by the illusory axe shadow with the axe blade, and then pulled it hard towards Zhang Ziqiang.

"Zhu Jue!" In a dangerous situation, Ding Yanzhi was not panicked at all. He whispered lightly, and the Zhu Xian Sword that had already hovered beside him immediately rushed out. The vast sword energy on the sword edge seemed illusory, but in fact it was condensed by the way of Zhu Jue. Its power was amazing. Before it was approaching, the strands of sword energy had already cracked the void wherever it passed.

After his breathing tightened, Zhang Ziqiang shook his right wrist. The Pangu axe that he had originally pulled back suddenly turned the axe blade and slashed from bottom to top. At this time, he had already unfolded his God-killing Realm. The huge battlefield, including the seven realms above, all the murderous intents were absorbed by him at this moment, and all the blessings were placed on the axe blade, stimulating the power that could once be broken.

The sword scars are like a pillar of energy. The sword art that once was a divine realm is full of its sharpness at this moment!

The axe blade splits into the void, and the way of killing that condenses countless people's murderous intent fills the world!

Boom! Another axe and sword attack, Zhang Ziqiang's feet suddenly sank, his muscles all over his body protruded, and then he straightened up again, his face turned red and spit out a mouthful of turbid air mixed with countless sword energy.

While the Zhuxian Sword was hit by Zhang Ziqiang, Ding Yanzhi's body trembled. The original majestic aura had inexplicably weakened several points. However, even so, he still raised his hand expressionlessly and called the Zhuxian Sword back into his hand, and then looked at Zhang Ziqiang with a cold look.

The two of them had just finished their attacks for a few breaths. The ground under Zhang Ziqiang's feet suddenly cracked. In the blink of an eye, the city wall that was almost two hundred feet left and right collapsed. Fortunately, the soldiers of Song and Meng had already withdrawn from this area, otherwise there would be no idea how many people would die.

"Kill." After gently reciting the great way that Zhang Ziqiang mastered, Ding Yanzhi revealed a bit of solemn color for the first time.

After breaking through the seventh realm, Zhang Ziqiang's martial arts naturally sublimated into the realm of the realm, and the great way he mastered naturally derived the great way of killing the god-killing martial arts.

As the name suggests, killing is the way of killing. This is a way of killing that is even more terrifying than the way of killing. If the way of killing killing killing kills the external and physical body, then the way of killing targets life.

This is also the reason why Ding Yan's ambition was suddenly weakened just now. Even though it was hundreds of feet apart, the Great Way of Killing still followed the Zhuxian Sword and Ding Yanzhi's spiritual thoughts, "killing" some of Ding Yanzhi's vitality.
Chapter completed!