The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

Huairen lifted the bodies of the two guards, broke open the gate of the Prince's Mansion, and walked in.

"Bold, trespassing on the prince's mansion, die."

As the voice fell, a flying sword shining with spiritual light shot from the depths of the prince's mansion, attacking Huairen.

Huai Ren slapped Fei Jian with a slap and slapped Fei Jian aside.

Immediately, Huairen frowned, and a small wound appeared on the palm of his hand, which healed and scabbed in the blink of an eye.

His physical body was somewhat weak against the flying sword of the cultivator.

Feijian flew back crookedly and shot towards Huairen again.

Huairen slapped again, and slapped the flying sword on the ground, and the big foot stepped on it.

"Bahuang Xue'er comes out, the eldest prince can't protect you." Huairen said coldly.

"Bold rat, how dare you humiliate me like this."

In the depths of the prince's mansion, an old man wearing a robe embroidered with flames flew over the roof.

The flying sword is not only a weapon, but sometimes it may also be the natal magic weapon of the immortal cultivator, and it is like the second life of the immortal cultivator.

Obviously, this flying sword is the old man's natal thing, Huairen stepped on the flying sword, no doubt the same as stepping on the old man in red.

"Humiliate you, when did I humiliate you, don't label people indiscriminately, old man."

Huairen picked up the flying sword on the ground.

The blade of the sword trembled, trying to break free from Huairen's palm.

"Your Excellency, put down the red fire, I can spare your life."

The old man landed on the roof, looked at Huairen who was holding the Scarlet Fire Sword, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, this person could actually grab his natal flying sword with bare hands.

"Red fire."

Huai Ren took a look at Fei Jian's shiny body, curled his lips, the name didn't match Fei Jian at all.

"If you want it, I'll give it back to you."

With a flick of the sword, true energy surged out, rushing into the red fire sword, intending to destroy the spiritual imprint in it.

"puff."

The old man spit out a mouthful of blood immediately, and the flying sword of his own life was attacked, so he, the master who cultivated his life, would naturally feel the same way.

"Oh, so that's the case, you are still so deeply involved with this broken sword."

Huairen let out a cry of surprise, then laughed, rushing into the Scarlet Fire Sword brutally with mental power, destroying it to his heart's content.

"Dare to be a junior."

The old man spat out a mouthful of old blood again, his hands joined together, and a yellow flame the size of a watermelon condensed out.

The formula changed, the watermelon-sized flames turned into two, two into four, four into eight, and turned into flames the size of candied dates.

"Rain of fire, fall."

The flames fell towards Huairen under the guidance of the old man's law.

Seeing the flames flying towards him one after another, Huai Ren showed a strange look on his face.

These flames are not ordinary fires, but higher temperature and more destructive flames than ordinary fires. What kind of fire is it and what is it called?

But, coincidentally, Huairen just happened to be able to restrain this flame spell.

Spring Breeze and Rain

The rainwater condensed by true qi is not ordinary water. Although it has no ability to hurt people, it just has the ability to restrain some low-level fire spells.

Squeezing Fa Jue with his hands, a small cloud gathered in the sky, and soon a small cumulonimbus cloud formed, and the light rain fell, covering Huairen and irrigating the earth.

As soon as the bright yellow flame hit the rain, it was instantly extinguished, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and dissipated in the space.

"Water spells."

The old man's face turned ugly. Among the low-level immortal spells, the water-type spells can completely defeat the fire-type spells, and it is only possible to counter-restrain the high-level fire-type spells.

"Haha, I didn't think of it! I can also do magic tricks."

"Zhu Zi, don't be complacent, soon the strong men from the imperial city will rush here, you are dead."

"Oh, I forgot if you didn't tell me, I still have something to do?"

Huairen jumped up and shot at the old man on the roof.

Seeing Huairen take the initiative to go forward to die, the old man let out a sneer and advanced instead of retreating.

The old man is also a person who turned from a warrior to a cultivator of immortality. He has never been afraid of anyone in close combat.

When he struck Huairen with a palm, under the blessing of true energy, the palm was enough to split mountains and crack rocks.

Before becoming an immortal, he relied on a set of palm techniques to make a name for himself in the arena.

Seeing the opponent's palm strike, Huairen didn't dodge, let the opponent's palm hit his shoulder.

"boom"

It's so hard, doubts flashed in the old man's eyes, why did he feel like he was hitting King Kong when he hit the opponent's shoulder.

At the same time, the Scarlet Fire Flying Sword had pierced into the old man's chest.

Huairen circulated the Ten Thousand Devils Sutra, wanting to absorb the true energy of the old man.

But the Wanmo Sutra, which is always invincible, failed this time.

"Oh, boy, I want to absorb the old man's skill, even if I die, I won't give it to you."

The old man let out a miserable laugh, the Yuan Dan in the dantian shattered instantly, the dantian was like a broken sieve, the true energy could not stop flowing out and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

As the Yuan Dan shattered, the old man's breath of life also disappeared.

"Bahuang Xue'er, come out."

Under the blessing of true energy, the voice spread throughout the Prince's Mansion.

"Squeak."

The door of a guest room opened, and Bahuang Xue'er walked out.

Huairen jumped off the roof and looked at him indifferently, "Where's your eldest prince? Isn't he in the mansion?"

"Hehe, if you broke into the Prince's Mansion and killed the priests of the Prince's Mansion, the Great Yuan Empire will no longer have a place for you."

Bahuang Xue'er looked at Huairen with a sneer, without the slightest expression of fear.

"Oh!"

Huairen responded, then stretched out his hand and pointed out two fingers, directly shooting through Bahuang Xue'er's knee.

"Pfft."

Bahuang Xueer knelt down, the ground was stained red with blood.

But he stubbornly endured the pain, did not cry out, and looked at Huairen stubbornly.

Zhong Shan couldn't bear to turn his head and looked elsewhere.

Meanwhile, the military general busy and Mr. Song, who were secretly observing here outside, gasped.

This demon is so vicious, such a beautiful person will do it as soon as he says he wants to.

"Hey! Why do you bother? Why do you want to break the tacit understanding between us? Living, isn't it good?"

Bahuang Xueer looked at him resentfully, "Alive, when brother Xiao Yan died in your hands, Bahuang Xueer was already dead, the reason why I am still here is that I haven't seen you, this devil I am not willing to die head and body."

"Okay! Since you want to see your brother Xiao Yan so much, then I will grant you."

"You want to kill me, do you dare? Do you dare to kill me? If you kill me, you or the entire Great Yuan Empire will be buried with me, hahaha, do you dare?"

Bahuang Xue'er looked at Huairen with a sneer, her pretty face turned ferocious and crazy because of hatred, ruining her beautiful face.