At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two weapons collided, and a deafening sound suddenly sounded.

The strong energy shot out in all directions, destroying all the surrounding grass and trees, turning them into dust all over the sky.

In this extremely powerful duel, Wang Changqing and Sikong Changfeng were both shocked back several steps.

"Xiaoyao Tianjing Daxiaoyaojing?" Wang Changqing frowned, looking at Sikong Changfeng with fear.

Even though he had practiced for decades, his realm only remained in the Daxiaoyao realm in Xiaoyao Tianjing. Now he was half in the coffin, and there was no hope of breaking through the realm of wandering.

When he was young, his master had warned him that if he was not distracted and was willing to practice diligently, he would be able to break through the legendary realm of spiritual wandering in the future.

But when he was young, he was not doing his job properly. He liked to study strange arts and did other things during the best time for practice.

I am afraid that it will be difficult to enter the realm of spiritual wandering in this life. Otherwise, how could Sikong Changfeng, a junior, be his opponent.

Wang Changqing waved his hand and whispered something to the general beside him.

Then he saw the general with ragged clothes and disheveled hair holding a long sword and slashing at Sikong Changfeng with one sword.

Swish! ! !

The sword shadows overlapped and intertwined into a dense sword net covering the direction of Sikong Changfeng, forcing Sikong Changfeng to retreat again and again.

Sikong Changfeng squinted his eyes and immediately knew that the visitor was probably a master of swordsmanship in his life.

Facing this swordsman, he felt a little stretched and dangerous. Fortunately, Sikong Changfeng had rich practical experience and could escape danger every time.

However, every time he fought with the opponent, the familiar swordsmanship shocked Sikong Changfeng.

He shook his spear and swung it forward. The strong spear force blew away the opponent's hair, revealing the familiar true face.

When he saw the opponent's face clearly, he was stunned.

Jiang Chen's face was covered with black lines, as if crawling with earthworms, which looked extremely hideous and ugly, shocking.

His pupils were dilated and out of focus, his arms were bulging with blue veins, and the surface of his skin had black and red blood vessels faintly protruding, looking like a zombie.

"Prince... Prince!" Sikong Changfeng opened his mouth.

But a ray of cold sword energy burst out and pierced directly into Sikong Changfeng's chest.

Puff!

Blood splattered, Sikong Changfeng flew backwards in an instant, and his body hit the ground hard.

He struggled to sit up from the ground, looked down, and saw a bloody scar on his chest.

But he didn't care about the wound on his body, but looked at the Langya King who was refined into a general, and the anger in his heart completely broke out.

"Wang Changqing!"

Sikong Changfeng stood up, tore off his black clothes, revealing his strong body.

There was a hideous and terrifying sword scar on his chest, deep enough to see the bone.

But he didn't care about the wound on his body, but looked at the Langya King who was refined into a general, and the anger in his heart completely broke out.

The black gold spear emitted a shocking spear intent, carrying a powerful force and striking out, pointing directly at Wang Changqing's head.

Wang Changqing's face was cold, looking at the furious Sikong Changfeng, his face was still fearless.

He slowly raised his right hand and said expressionlessly: "Just meeting an old friend can make you furious, but how can you understand the feeling of losing your beloved when you have gone through so many hardships and are about to welcome the light."

"Kill him!" He waved lightly, and the King of Langya instantly rioted.

Buzz!

A silver-white long sword appeared in front of Sikong Changfeng, flashing a cold light, and a sword slashed towards his neck.

Sikong Changfeng hurriedly put away his gun and dodged sideways, but he was still half a second slower, and a cut was made on his right shoulder.

Clang clang clang! ! !

The sound of the gun and sword clashing echoed, and terrifying forces fiercely converged.

The two fought, and it was difficult to tell.

Sikong Changfeng originally planned to kill Wang Changqing with a gun, but because of the King of Langya's obstruction, he became restrained.

Soon, several cuts appeared on his body, and blood was dripping.

But he was panting, and Wang Changqing also joined in with a sword.

The King of Langya was originally the strongest person in the Xiao royal family. Now he was refined into an emotionless puppet, and his strength skyrocketed. In addition, Wang Changqing, who was in the Great Free and Easy Realm, was also defeated.

Even if Sikong Changfeng used his gun brilliantly, he was still beaten back step by step, and had no power to resist.

If this goes on, let alone killing Wang Changqing and saving the boy behind him, even he might have to die here.

Sikong Changfeng repelled the King of Langya and Wang Changqing with a gun, domineering

The spear force knocked the two men far away.

He leaped up and came to Xiao Ruolin, then looked at the disheveled and unconscious Langya King, and his killing intention towards Wang Changqing reached its peak.

He picked up Xiao Ruolin and planned to avoid the sharp edge for the time being, not to mention killing Wang Changqing today.

He had no chance of winning before the other party used the tens of thousands of medicine men.

He had to take a step back and make plans later.

His thoughts were seen through by Wang Changqing at a glance, looking at Xiao Ruolin held in Sikong Changfeng's arms.

Wang Changqing's eyes instantly became crazy, his voice trembling, and he roared: "Put him down!"

The Holy Spirit Boy was his only chance to take revenge on the Xiao royal family. Without the other party, these 100,000 medicine men were just a group of ants and useless.

He had worked hard for so many years, abandoned everything, and became the person he hated the most in order to destroy Beili. How could he let Sikong Changfeng destroy it?

The Tai Chi sword was swung out, carrying the power of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, and the sword rain poured down.

Swish, swish, swish!

In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the sword shadows overlapped and intertwined, and a huge sword net wrapped Sikong Changfeng inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sikong Changfeng waved his spear, sweeping away the sword energy, and then he jumped up and shot the Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish with one shot.

The same realm is also divided into upper and lower levels. Obviously, Wang Changqing is lower.

After years of studying evil arts, he missed the best time to practice, and was even worse than Sikong Changfeng, who was exhausted by a city.

Wang Changqing's sword failed, and the Langya King behind him handed another sword to Sikong Changfeng.

The momentum of this sword was filled with a strong sense of death.

Sikong Changfeng did not dare to be arrogant. He poured pure and majestic true qi into his spear, making the spear's power reach its peak.

He swung his sword fiercely, and with a whistling wind, he shot the King of Langya away.

Looking at the 100,000 medicine men in the deep forest, Sikong Changfeng frowned, then clamped Xiao Ruolin, threw a spear, jumped onto the spear, and left the 100,000 mountains.

Looking at Sikong Changfeng's elegant back, Wang Changqing laughed crazily, hysterically, and sadly.

Back then, he brought 5,000 medicine men into Tianqi, faced the current emperor, forced the four major supervisors of Tianqi to come out together, and almost cut off the emperor's head.

But he was defeated by the big supervisor in the end and was on the verge of death.

In these years, he has traveled all over the land of Western Chu, the land of Miaojiang, and even the outer world, living with darkness and poisonous evil spirits. Before he could accomplish his great cause, he was disrupted by a mere gun fairy.

He is a loser, a complete loser.

He slowly took out a dark green pill from his arms, looked at the medicine men hidden in the depths of the dense forest, and a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

Only by completely abandoning human nature can it become a real disaster!

He swallowed the pill, and his turbid eyes gradually became clear, replaced by scarlet bloodthirstiness.

A sharp pain spread from his lower abdomen to his whole body, as if every inch of muscle was torn, and his bones seemed to be broken, and the pain almost made him faint.

This pill is not a healing pill, but a corpse pill made from a dead body. To take this pill, you must endure the taste of thousands of insects biting your bones in order to gain more powerful strength.

He looked at the direction where Sikong Changfeng was going with bloodshot eyes, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wait!

All this has just begun...