The devil is cruel and murderous, and he uses blood to achieve the path of martial arts.

As the commander of the Golden Scale Guards, Jincheng fought his way out of countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His killing power was just as powerful as Long Xuan's.

The competition between the two masters is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and the situation becomes increasingly difficult.

In an instant, the two sides faced off and clashed for dozens of rounds, with no outcome in sight.

Jincheng was a little surprised.

The more Long Xuan fought, the stronger she became, and her fighting power almost surpassed him.

This is not a good sign. If this continues, he will be the one who suffers, and he will be at a disadvantage.

At this moment, Long Xuan spoke.

"The commander of the Golden Scale Guards is nothing more than that."

This is what Long Xuan said, cold and forbidding, giving people a chilling feeling.

After a blow, the two separated on their own without any deep fight. Jincheng looked at Long Xuan. At this moment, Long Xuan gave him an unparalleled pressure.

At this time, Long Xuan was full of fighting spirit, and the demon spear in her hand kept ringing, as if urging the battle.

Long Xuan stepped forward with such heavy weight that the whole street was trembling. Not only that, even Jincheng's heart was pounding.

"Seven steps to defeat the devil!"

Long Xuan shouted loudly, and black light surged out from under his feet. The next moment, Long Xuan took a step forward and soared into the sky. In an instant, Long Xuan's afterimages were everywhere, covering Jincheng in an instant.

"Huh?" Jincheng frowned. He felt a pressure like a mountain and sea coming towards him.

Thousands of figures of Long Xuan appeared in the sky above the street. Each figure was more majestic than the last, and they all flew towards him.

Jincheng stood ready, his bronze sword blooming with immeasurable light, and his body also blooming. At this moment, the spiritual power in Jincheng's body kept fluctuating and emitted instantly, revealing Wu Zun's peak strength.

"Little girl, after all, you have to sit in a well and look at the sky. This time, you can't escape even if you have wings!"

Jincheng shouted, and all the beams of light in his body condensed into one point and turned into a beam of light. He disappeared and merged with the beam of light. Like a cannonball, he rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.

The stone slabs paving the streets of Yuejiang Town were rolled high into the sky. Among the rocks, two figures seemed to collide with each other.

There was a fierce clash of gold and iron, and the two men clashed instantly. They had to fight countless times. The battle between the two was very fierce.

Many ordinary people were opening their windows to watch the battle, but they could not see anything clearly. All they could see were two groups of light.

The two groups of light were fighting and constantly colliding.

In mid-air, the aftermath of spiritual power was rising continuously, one after another, one after another.

No one knows what happened there.

After a moment, the bronze war weapon was stained with blood, was cut off from the middle, and fell to the street. The bright beam of light disappeared, and the golden city fell out of it.

Those stone slabs suddenly fell to the ground with a crash, like dumplings being dropped.

Long Xuan stood proudly with a gun in her hand.

Jincheng was kneeling on the ground, holding up Duan Ge with both hands, his face full of blood and disbelief.

"How can this be?"

Jincheng couldn't understand why he was defeated, why he was defeated?

How did you lose?

"Why did I lose?" Jincheng asked in surprise.

"You're not strong enough!" Long Xuan's tone was indifferent, just these four words.

Jincheng's face was ashen and his shape was withered. His hands were trembling and his eyes were filled with horror. He could not believe his failure.

Long Xuan raised her spear, preparing to harvest Jincheng's life.

"Xuan'er."

A voice came from the inn, which immediately made Long Xuan stop.

"Brother."

Lu Heng, dressed in white, stepped out calmly. There were various visions behind him, and there was a phantom of a god roaring.

"Vision of the Holy One!"

Jincheng was stunned.

At this moment, countless emotions surged through his heart, including horror, fear, and accident.

In this world, besides that person, who else is a martial arts saint? The lord of martial arts saints!

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

On Demonic Mountain, Demonic Heaven Ancestor!

Jincheng couldn't help but tremble all over. Even though this tremor made him cough up blood and worsened his injuries, his body was still out of control.

He was lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head. He was even more uneasy and did not dare to show any disrespect.

"Stop everyone!"

Jincheng roared loudly, and in the entire inn, the Golden Scale Guards suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke.

The fighting stopped, and Jiang Zhiyao no longer had to fight hard. She was stained with a lot of blood, but it all belonged to the Golden Scale Guards. She killed several Golden Scale Guards with her own hands, making the Golden Scale Guards red-eyed.

But even so, with a loud shout from Jincheng, all the Golden Scale Guards stopped and did not dare to attack.

This made Lu Heng somewhat admired.

As the most elite force in the Tianfeng Empire, its execution ability is truly extraordinary.

"Jin Cheng didn't know that the ancestor was here, so I ask the ancestor to forgive me." Jincheng immediately knelt down and did not dare to say anything.

Several Golden Scale Guards who rushed out of the inn were stunned when they saw this scene.

Their leader is actually kneeling to the young man in front of him! This is incredible. Who is this young man?

Without thinking too much, even Jincheng knelt down, how dare they not kneel down?

They still don’t know that the person in front of them is the number one person in Tianfeng Continent, Patriarch Motian!

There is no one in this world who has some knowledge who does not know the vision of the saint.

Jincheng obviously knew it.

Lu Heng said nothing, but at this moment, it was like a big mountain was pressing down on Jincheng. In front of Wu Sheng, he didn't even have the courage to escape, and could only be suppressed by Lu Heng's momentum.

"Commander of the Tianfeng Empire's most elite troops, tut tut." Lu Heng stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Jincheng, and said calmly.

But those words were so harsh in Jincheng's ears, they were simply unsightly and unspeakable, which was a shame.

Jincheng clenched his fists, but he was helpless. What did he dare to say?

It was easy for Lu Heng to kill him.

At this moment, Lu Heng did not speak, which was a blessing for them, but for Jincheng and the others, it was too much suffering, and every moment seemed like a year.

"Ancestor, we didn't do it on purpose. Please forgive me," Jincheng said.

The Golden Scale Guard also nodded repeatedly.

At this time, Jincheng had already sent a message to the Golden Scale Guards, and now everyone knew that the person standing in front of them was the Patriarch of Motian.

However, they did not expect that Mo Tian would be so young, only in his early twenties.

They couldn't help but have wild imaginations.

Everyone was waiting for Lu Heng to speak, but Lu Heng did not speak. He just made a sarcastic comment and looked at Jincheng with his hands behind his hands.

This makes Jincheng very stressed. If he extends his head with a knife, he will also get a knife with a knife. He has to give him pleasure, right? You are the ancestor of Ferris, are you awesome? If you don't use such torture, your pants are wet with cold sweat. It's so bullying.

People.
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