I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

When Zhao Shuo and others saw Su Po appear, their hearts suddenly sank.

Regarding Su Po's current situation, they had limited knowledge and would only think that the other party was all the way to Chang'an City.

Of course, for the current situation, there is really no difference...

Su Po looked indifferently, looking at Fengming City in the distance.

Then, there seemed to be an invisible giant blade between the sky and the earth, cutting away the fire that enveloped Fengming City.

King King Zhao Shuo looked serious and swung a knife.

The raging flames turned into a huge blade hundreds of meters long, and the blade's edge continued to extend, slashing the enemy that had always been committed.

The iron sword in the young man's hand was unsheathed.

The blade of the sword just raised, and the blade of the huge long sword turned into by the flame broke in the middle.

The sky flowed in the sky, and the invisible blade continued to move forward.

Zhao Shuo let out a low shout, and then shot the knife.

The blades of countless flames criss-crossed in mid-air, like a fire net that covered the sky and the sun.

However, the burning flames froze in midair.

Then I saw the fire net, breaking open from it.

However, as King Emperor Zhao Shuo's blade slanted, the seemingly broken fire web exploded in midair.

The explosive and powerful force finally managed to eliminate Su Po's sword.

But Zhao Shuo, Zhao Minglun and others' hearts have all sunk to the bottom.

Sure enough, the next moment, the remaining gunpowder was broken by Su Po's second sword.

The invisible swordsman wiped out the fireworks.

King Emperor Zhao Shuo had no time to stop him with a knife.

Silently, the wall of Fengming City was cut through a neat gap, and the entire wall was broken.

The invisible blade castration continued without stopping, and continued to move forward.

Zhao Shuo crossed the knife to the first gear, sparks splashing everywhere.

But then, Su Po was the third sword cut out.

Zhao Shuo made a muffled noise.

A crack appeared on the ancestral earth heart flame **** armor of his Zhao family.

A blood stain was revealed in the broken fire armor.

Both Zhao Minglun and Zhao Pingyuan were shocked.

The higher the level of cultivation, the smaller the strength gap with the practitioner.

Even if it is only one level higher, the perception will be huge.

Although "Sword Demon" Su Po was overbearing in the past years, he would not cause the three swords to severely injure the King Zhao Shuo of the same state.

Could it be that he broke through to a higher level?

No, it's not right.

Su Po seemed to be still the fourth realm of Emperor Wu, the realm of Tuo Liuhe.

But his kendo has improved to a higher level than before.

The Baize Demon Sword of the Sword Demon in the past has an insight into the truth of all things, and it breaks ten thousand magic with one sword. Since the sword broke through the mountain of Shu, it has become famous all over the world.

But today he played the sword again, and he saw the truth in the ordinary, and he could not even see the appearance of Bai Ze.

Seeing that Zhao Shuo was in critical condition, Zhao Minglun and Zhao Pingyuan, the other two masters of the thirteenth stage of the Dajing Dynasty, hurriedly stepped forward to help each other. The two Mingyi swords crisscrossed and helped Zhao Shuo block Su Po's fourth sword.

Only in this way, they can hardly take care of other Changan masters.

Ao Kong looked at the foreground, with a smile on his face.

However, he didn't say much, he just broke into Fengming City and rushed to other experts in the Zhao family.

Long Te thought the same way as Zhao Shuo and others, thinking that Su Po was all along the same path as Chang'an.

Seeing Ao Kong's movements, he first followed Ao Kong into Fengming City, thinking about meeting with Su Po after the war.

Once Ao Kong and Long Te entered Fengming City, the opponent's line of defense was no longer able to support.

In the past, the masters of the Zhao family dynasty could also rely on a large number of people to cultivate a higher level, suppress and even counterattack Chen Mengyang, Li Jie, Yuan Zhe, Lin Ying and others.

But now that Ao Kong and Longte have changed their shots, it is a completely different scene.

Because of Zhang Dongyun's secret manipulation, Long Texiu's strength suddenly increased to the thirteenth realm, that is, the fourth realm of Demon Dao's true body, evil shadow.

Zhao Pingyuan, who is also at the thirteenth level, needs to deal with Longte's evil shadow carefully and go all out.

Now, for the practitioners of the Zhao family dynasty in the 11th and 12th realms, each person dealt with an evil shadow, enough for them to drink a pot.

Long Te released more than a dozen evil shadows of the sea, fire, tiger, and surrounded the people of Dajing Dynasty from all directions.

However, Ao Kong moves more directly than him.

The old demon head manifested the transformation of the magical dragon, and then a pair of golden wings appeared on the back of the silver-clawed white dragon.

When the wings vibrate, there are golden winds all over the place.

This golden wind is not as violent as the golden storm caused by the golden-winged roc.

However, the mystery of the magical powers of the magic sky dragon is the magical powers that belong to Ao Kong alone, the golden wind magic fog.

Many practitioners of the Zhao family dynasty, when they felt enchanted, fell into a trance, knowing not to dodge or resist.

A person stands rigidly in place like a statue.

Bloodstains and wounds appeared on them.

The seemingly soft golden wind blew, but it killed the people whose spirits were suppressed on a large scale.

Only the master of the twelfth stage with the current Ao Kong, under the pain, barely awakened from the spiritual suppression.

The rest, even if they were severely cut by the golden breeze, or even dismembered, they still stood stiffly on the spot, as if they were trapped in a nightmare and it was difficult to wake up.

Many people show pain on their faces, but they are still unable to move.

People with high cultivation base barely broke free and avoided, but they had to face Long Te's evil shadow.

In Fengming City, a massacre immediately began against the masters of the Dajing Dynasty.

Chu Yaoguang did not enter the city, but stayed outside the city, standing quietly in the air.

Her eyes were cold, but she quietly watched Su Po one person and one sword, and then she pressed the three of Zhao Shuo into danger.

Although Su Po was in the realm of martial arts cultivation, he hadn't gone further, breaking through to a higher realm.

But for everyone present at the moment, he is not much different from the masters of the fourteenth state of martial arts and the peak state of Wuhuang.

Chu Yaoguang was wary.

If Su Po suddenly gave her another sword at this time, she would only have to turn around and run away.

However, Su Po's gaze was always indifferent and calm.

Previously, Chu Yaoguang's gaze swept across Chu Yaoguang, without stopping, nothing unusual.

Chu Yaoguang was reincarnated and reborn, although his face changed, but the Xingluo Shishishidao was still there, and Su Po had seen it just now.

But Su Po doesn't seem to remember that he once gave the opponent a sword.

Chu Yaoguang was still vigilant in his heart, examining Su Po on the sidelines to prevent any changes.

However, for other Chang'an people, seeing the three swords of Sword Demon defeating King King, everyone's morale was greatly boosted.

Chen Mengyang and others, who had been forced to withdraw from the city, immediately attacked Fengming City again.

Zhao Shuo, Zhao Minglun, Zhao Pingyuan and others faced Su Po, while the other high-level powerhouses of the Dajing Dynasty faced Ao Kong and Longte.

The people on the next level in Fengming City have no advantage in the face of Chang'an Zhongren.

A piece of pitch black ink spread out, and it instantly covered a group of masters of the Dajing Dynasty.

Even a person who has reached the tenth level and has cultivated into a martial emperor's body is trapped in the thick ink and cannot break free for a while.

The thick ink image turned into an ink pond with a radius of more than ten acres.

A white shadow slowly appeared in the pool.

The girl in white, stepping on the paper boat, quietly watching those who float in the ink.

A blank piece of paper in her hand, unhurriedly folded out a paper sword.

The white-clothed girl with eyes like ink raised her hands, and the paper sword was raised up, turned into flying sword light, and then landed from the sky in the ink pond.

Jian Guang just hovered, and several heads flew together.

The blood melts into the surrounding thick ink, making the thick ink appear dark red for a time.

Qi Mo made fewer shots, not to mention the people in Fengming City, it was the people in Chang'an who met at this time, and many people were also secretly surprised.

Li Jie and Meteor Snake Meteor, who had dealt with her a lot, both secretly said in their hearts that the other party had cultivated into the Taoist soul and reached the tenth level of cultivation, they were much stronger than they were in Qi'eyuan that day.

At the beginning, they could not hold each other together, but now they feel that the gap is bigger.

With thoughts in their minds, their hands are not slow.

The snake meteor screamed silently.

The ground fire outside Fengming City, which had been dimmed, suddenly rose again, and in turn surged into the city.

Everyone in the Zhao family cursed secretly.

The ground fire that burned the sky that he defended the city was destroyed by Su Po and Chu Yaoguang, and it was difficult to control and use it.

As a result, the remaining ground fire has become a powerful weapon for the snake.

The snake is good at controlling the ground fire. If the big formation is still there, it will be difficult for him to take the lead. Now all this has turned into his geographical advantage.

So Meteor was full of demon power at this moment, igniting the ground fire, and counterattacked Fengming City together.

The people of the Dajing Dynasty in Fengming City were resisting with difficulty, and suddenly heard a heavy and sharp loud noise from the sky above their heads.

Everyone looked up in amazement, and saw that the treasured sword in Zhao Minglun's hand was broken.

At the same time, blood spurted wildly on his chest.

High-level Wuhuang's blood was as hot as magma, and it spurted out at this time and poured down.

When it fell on the building on the city wall on the ground, it was instantly crushed and melted.

For a time, fire broke out everywhere in Fengming City.

The snake meteor remembered the orders of Mr. Zhang and Mr. Wu Yun, and at this moment, he quickly absorbed and controlled the blazes by himself, spreading the fire and hurting the people in the city.

The Chang'an side still had free time to distract, and the Dajing Dynasty side had a low morale at this time.

Zhao Shuo supported the seriously injured Zhao Minglun, and could no longer support him, and immediately ordered his subordinates to break through and evacuate.

In Fengming City, there was even more chaos.

The imperial capital of the Dajing Dynasty changed hands today.

The representatives of all parties who originally came here to gather to discuss the fight against Chang'an were only evacuated together in a panic.

"Su Poxiu is stronger than before!"

Song Xuan of the Northwest Dagan Dynasty said without hesitation: "It is Peng Zhenren, the master of Confucius and Taiqing Palace head teacher, and they may not be able to defeat him!"

"It's not the worst." Shen Xingyuan of Jiufeng Academy sighed, "What's worse, he is not the Lord of Chang'an, but there is someone else."

"You must contact the entire Middle-earth as soon as possible and kill them together."

Wang Yuanchun of the Southwest Dafeng Dynasty said solemnly: "Otherwise, Ao Kong and Chu Yaoguang will soon return to their former peaks and even make progress."

Everyone nodded with expressions.

Just when they broke out of the city, they all felt horrified.

When everyone looked up, they saw a young man standing with his hands on the empty plain in the distance, waiting for them.