Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

At this time, the Wushuang City disciples summoned by the Great Elder saw the body of the old city lord Liu Yunqi, and killed Lei Wujie and the others with anger.

"Xiaojie, you go first, sister Xiyin and I will clean up these miscellaneous soldiers together."

Sikong Qianluo had been watching Murong Xiyin's concern for Lei Wujie just now, she felt that her younger brother must have captured the heart of another beautiful woman, so she naturally regarded Murong Xiyin as her own.

Murong Xiyin came to Sikong Qianluo's body a little more gracefully, turned around and said with a smile:
"You and Xiaojie evacuate first, my Dou Zhuan Xing Yi is better at group battles."

Suddenly, a group of panicked Wushuang City disciples crawled to the Great Elder who was hiding in the dark.

"Great Elder, something is wrong, our granary is on fire."

"Great Elder, the lecture hall is also on fire."

"Great Elder, the Martial Arts Hall is also on fire."

"Great Elder, Wenxintang is also on fire."

"Great Elder."

"What are you talking about!" The Great Elder's face changed drastically, and he came to a safe high platform to observe, and found signs of fire everywhere in the city.

Looking back at the four Supreme Elders whose defeat had already been decided, he made a decision in his heart.

"Order all disciples to fight the fire."

His confidant disciple just got another new news, people from Songshan Sect are coming with Jian Wudi.

But Jian Wudi is different from Liu Yunqi and Song Yanhui, he is from the Red King's sect.

Now that the White King faction's Wushuang City high-level group is about to be wiped out, why should he go into this muddy water, anyway, following the White King is to serve the court, isn't it the same to follow the Red King?
Seeing those Wushuang City disciples retreat one after another, Lei Wujie smiled triumphantly.

"It seems that Sister Bai, Sister Yueyao, and Godfather successfully set fire to an important place in Wushuang City."

Sikong Qianluo also smiled, but found that Yan Zhantian had come to them again.

"Rage Sword Immortal, in your current state, do you still want to kill us?"

She remembered that in the original book, after Yan Zhantian used up the three ultimate moves, he no longer had the combat power of a sword fairy, so she was not afraid.

"I won't kill you." Seeing Sikong Qianluo put down his guard, Yan Zhantian suddenly became violent, "The only person I want to kill is Lei Wujie!"

Sikong Qianluo hurriedly threw the spear in his hand, but saw a flash of silver light, and was hit by Yan Zhantian's sword.

But in the next second, Murong Xiyin's participating sword intent followed, and Yan Zhantian moved half a step in the air, allowing the sword energy to penetrate his right shoulder, avoiding the end of being pierced through the heart.

And the broken army in his hand slammed towards Lei Wujie who had no weapons.

Lei Wujie's right hand was injured now, so he had to move three feet sideways to reach the fallen Silver Moon Spear.

Yan Zhantian came back to his senses, and once again slashed across Lei Wujie's waist.

"Hundred blows to the prairie fire!" Lei Wujie made a decisive decision, picked up the silver moon gun, and imagined thousands of red gun shadows, like a prairie fire, attacking Yan Zhantian from all directions.

"Huh, his marksmanship is actually so good." Murong Xiyin was shocked, unable to recover for a long time.

Yan Zhantian was at the end of his strength at this time, with more than a dozen gunshot wounds on his body, he hurriedly tapped his foot and swept back, and once again used that move of anger to draw his sword.

Facing the red sword light again, Lei Wujie couldn't help but vomit: "Is it over?"

"The real trick should be like this."

Lei Wujie turned his wrist and spun the Silver Moon Spear, forming a ten-foot-long flame storm around him, and swung it forward.

A flame light wave similar to Kameha Qigong instantly swallowed the red sword light, smashing Yan Zhantian's internal organs into nothingness.

"No Scattering Profound Truth, the Heavenly General will run fiercely!"

"Good marksmanship!" Yan Zhantian murmured, his body stood upright, but he didn't breathe anymore.

Lei Wujie wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's really tiring to kill the Sword Immortal."

In Apocalypse City, White King Xiao Chong kept pacing back and forth in the mansion, his eyelids twitching non-stop.

"Chong'er, I still think you are too impatient." Jinyu sat aside and said softly.

"Actually, Lei Wujie didn't show any intention of being your enemy, why do you have to put him to death?"

Xiao Chong replied with his head sideways: "Second Master, he is a terrible person, if you want to become a king, you must not be soft-hearted!"

Jinyu got up and wanted to say more, when suddenly out of the void, a white-robed Taoist, with white beard and hair, was holding a white dust whisk.

Xiao Chong and Jin Yu were both of high status, but they all saluted the Taoist respectfully.

"See National Teacher."

The Taoist nodded slightly, his bright pupils looked at the dark cloud-covered sky in the east.

I saw a red light soaring into the sky, flying straight to the sky, and then the dark cloud-covered sky turned back to the blue sky.

"Master, what is the meaning of this celestial change?" Xiao Chong had a bad premonition in his heart.

The Taoist is the current national teacher Qi Tianchen, he shook his head and sighed: "A sword fairy has fallen."

"Could it be..." The blood on Xiao Chong's face faded, because the red glow he saw was exactly Yan Zhantian's sword energy.

It is said that after the death of the sword fairy, his sword energy will return to the sky above the heaven, so.
"I hope that King Bai's mourning will change." Qi Tianchen left a word, and then disappeared suddenly, as if he had completely melted into the sunset.

"Master, I will definitely kill Lei Wujie to avenge you." Xiao Chong clenched his fists tightly.

Jinyu wanted to persuade him again, but seeing Xiao Chong's ferocious face, she swallowed back what she was about to say.

After Yan Zhantian died, and a large number of disciples were taken by the elder to fight the fire, the morale of the other Wushuang City disciples present was even lower, and they were killed by Lei Wujie and others so that they did not dare to move forward.

The four elders of Feng Lin Huo and Huo gradually couldn't hold on anymore, and they were defeated by Jimo Huaxue and Su Muyu. Fortunately, they were relieved when they saw Song Yanhui who came back to support them.

Suddenly, behind the disciples brought by Song Yanhui, a terrifying tornado blew up, blowing a large group of Wushuang City disciples into the air.

Afterwards, the flying needles all over the sky and the shining sword energy complemented each other, beheading those Wushuang city disciples who flew flying.

Lei Wujie was delighted when he saw the three people supporting them, it seemed that the startled salamander was not lying.

"Song Yan go back to this group of people, leave it to us, you go and kill those four old men." Startled Salamander directed with a smile.

"Okay!" Lei Wujie did not hesitate, let Murong Xiyin protect Sikong Qianluo, and attacked the four Supreme Elders from behind.

Jimo Huaxue and Su Muyu looked at each other, and the Passing Water Sword Technique and the Eighteen Sword Formation poured out again, and cooperated with Lei Wujie to kill the four Supreme Elders with lightning speed.

"Could it be that today is the end of my Wushuang City?" Song Yan looked up to the sky and sighed, losing all fighting spirit immediately.

"City owner don't panic, it seems that reinforcements are coming from the west." A guard suddenly said.

Song Yan turned her head to look, and saw a skinny man walking slowly, with an extremely long sword hanging from his waist, he looked a little eerie.

"Are you brother Jian Wudi?"