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Fang Yi finally chose to follow Xiao Feng back to Chang'an.

He really didn't expect that the Salvation Heavenly Monarch would be so anxious, his

subordinates were still surrounding Xiao Feng,

and he himself was leading the army to Chang'an in a fiery manner.

"Xiao Daxia, don't you know, that demon army is really too weird!"

The soldiers who came to report the letter were full of happiness after the disaster.

"Brethren cut with knives, stabbed with spears, burned with fire... All kinds of methods are used, and you can't kill them.

Now it all depends on the military generals of various Wen Chen, the masters of the Great Interior, and

His Majesty the Emperor who personally stood on the front line,

so that he could barely fall.

"Hateful." Xiao Feng listened to the soldier's report, and was furious, hoping to have two more pairs of wings on his back and fly to the battlefield quickly.

When Emperor Qin was Fusu, the eldest son of the First Emperor, he was benevolent and the one who had the deepest friendship among Xiao Feng's many righteous brothers.

He has not been on the throne for a long time, but he already enjoys a good reputation in the world, whether it is private or public, Xiao Feng should go to help him as soon as possible.

......

A few minutes later, Fang Yi and his party arrived at the gate of Chang'an City one after another.

Strangely, when they arrived at the battlefield instructed by the soldiers, they didn't even see a single figure.

The city gates were wide open, both inside and outside the city, empty and uninhabited.

The morning was still full of traffic, but there was not even a single figure in the bustling street at the moment.

"What's going on?" The accompanying soldiers couldn't believe their eyes

, "Obviously, I was still in the emperor when I came,

and His Majesty was still leading all the courtiers to fight."

He quickly turned around and explained to Xiao Feng and the others, wanting to tell them that he was not lying.

"Don't panic, we were just rejected by the owner of this place."

Fang Yi sneered, pointed his finger behind him, and following the direction his finger pointed, everyone clearly saw that

those martial arts heroes who had followed them all the way, wanting to make up for their achievements and rescue Emperor Qin

, but whenever they reached within fifty meters of Fang Yi's group,

their bodies would slowly fade and disappear in front of their eyes.

"Senior Fang, does there a solution?" Xiao Feng looked at Fang Yi, his eyes full of impatience.

The longer he spends here, the more dangerous the situation of his brother Fusu will be!

"Naturally." Fang Yi raised his hand and pressed it, as the power of reason penetrated the real illusory

, in an instant, the space in front of him was shattered like a mirror, and the rest of the people only felt that their eyes flickered

, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already in the center of the city gate, and behind them were densely packed pieces of flesh squirming

towards them, and even the red blood flowing on the ground also transformed into countless arms,

pulling towards Fang Yi and them.

"Xiao Daxia!" On the city wall, the emperor saw Xiao Feng and several strangers suddenly go out under the city wall.

So anxious that he ignored the left and right obstacles, leaned out, and hurriedly greeted

, "Use internal force to block the limbs and blood and water, don't use your body to make direct contact,

otherwise you will become a monster like them!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Xiao Feng struck out with a palm, and the dragon-shaped qi soared, rolled up the stump and flew into the distance, emptying all the fields in the ten-meter circle.

The whole process was assisted by his peak palm power cultivation, and there was no omission in the whole process.

"Several seniors, we..." Xiao Feng turned his head and wanted to greet Fang Yi and the others to go up together, but saw their figures fade and disappear at the same time.

"It's really a demon method." Seeing this, Xiao Feng immediately knew that the demon was afraid of Fang Yi's profound skills,

so he specially used ghost tricks to break through from the middle side.

"I hate that my skill is low, and I can't help them."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the stump and flesh and blood coming at a faster speed

, Xiao Feng did not dare to delay, took the trembling soldier between his arms, used the kung fu

of the gecko swim, and in a moment moved to the city wall, together with Fusu,

to resist the army of the living dead who were still storming the city gate.

......

Mirror space.

When Zhang Sanfeng opened his eyes again, Fang Yi and A Qingju had disappeared, and he was the only one left in the gray space.

"Are you planning to break them one by one?" Zhang Sanfeng looked around vigilantly, not daring to be careless.

"The world is foolish, why don't you pay homage to the Heavenly Savior?"

There is a mysterious existence that sighs melodiously, and seems to have experienced the vicissitudes of the world.

"Pretend to be a ghost, still can't come out?" Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, and the Taiji True Realm burst out, sweeping

out two True Qi into the gray mist one after another.

"Under Yang Guo." A one-armed man walked out slowly with a heavy sword on his back, his handsome face white with white sideburns.

"In the next Zhang Muji." Another empty-handed young man walked out slowly, his temperament square and easygoing.

"Hehe, I really looked down on the old man, so I arranged two for me."

Although whether Yang Guo or Zhang Wuji, the skill of any of them at this moment is not inferior to

Zhang Sanfeng, and the best kung fu practiced in the martial arts, but Zhang Sanfeng's face was completely unafraid,

but the fighting intent was unprecedentedly high.

"Taiji gives birth to two yi, two yi gives birth to three talents, and three talents give birth to four elephants....

The old way is not talented, now it is only deduced to the stage of four elephants, please enlighten! Zhang

Sanfeng outlined Yin and Yang Taiji with both hands, and used this to derive heaven and earth, with endless changes and mysteries.

What responded to him was a gloomy artistic conception, but the strength of the palm was not inferior to the palm of the eighteen palms

of the dragon, and there was a supreme yang to rigidity, and the two masters of the colorful Buddha Dao, and the endless superior true qi.

......

"Why is it the same everywhere, I can't find a way out."

Ah Qing walked in the gray space for a long time, and could not find a way out

, so he had to use sword qi to poke the fragile nodes in the mirror space,

hoping to break the space like Fang Yi.

"Amitabha, the donor's mind is distracted, so how can he be detached? If you don't convert quickly, you will be comfortable early. A

green-robed thin monk came slowly, very old, with a slow and orderly demeanor, with a strong old man's twilight.

"Uncle, can you tell me the way out?" A Qing's eyes lit up, and he turned around and asked excitedly.

"Nan no Amitabha Buddha." The old monk only chanted the Buddhist trumpet in a low voice, his eyelids drooping slightly, as if A Qing did not exist.

"It's so noisy." As the old monk spoke faster and faster, Ah Qing only felt irritable in his heart, and instinctively wanted to tell the old monk to shut up quickly.

So he stabbed out the bamboo stick, and the sword qi came with it, extremely fast and sharp.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A Qing stabbed out the bamboo stick three times in a row, and the sword qi shot out was sharper every time

, but unfortunately, every time he reached three feet in front of the old monk,

he would automatically disappear into invisibility.

"The benefactor is so obsessed that the poor monk will cross the benefactor and get out of the sea of suffering today." The old monk stopped chanting the Buddhist trumpet, and his gaze suddenly sharpened.

Raising his left hand, he pressed downward, and the long palm force collided with the sword qi, and the entire space that shook trembled.

For a time, the battlefields everywhere were fighting fiercely, and the real anger was fierce.