Bang!!!
The battle between Won Jin-yang and Jun Wentian was even more intense than the battle between Li Mubai and the Sword Saint and the others.
Won Jin-yang's eyes flickered with a mysterious light. Every move he made was filled with the power of deduction. No matter how Jun Wentian attacked, he could easily block it.
"Won Jin-yang, your deduction skills are indeed amazing. However, how about this move of mine?"
Jun Wentian suddenly shouted angrily.
Vigorous True Qi suddenly erupted, and a majestic aura rose around Jun Wentian's body. Then, Jun Wentian used his palm as a knife and instantly chopped down. As his palm chopped down, it was as if time had stopped.
Won Jin-yang's expression did not change as he lightly pointed his sword finger at Jun Wentian's palm.
The moment Won Jin-yang's sword finger and Jun Wentian's palm met, the long sword that had been dancing in the sky shot towards Jun Wentian's chest like lightning.
Looking at the long sword that was shooting towards his chest, the corner of Jun Wentian's mouth rose slightly.
"Not good." Won Jin-yang's expression suddenly changed when he saw Jun Wentian's strange smile.
Roar!!!
A shadow rose around Jun Wentian. "Qilin Art."
Jun Wentian's body was covered with pitch-black scales, and the shadow of a Qilin enveloped him.
Won Jin-yang's long sword collided with the Qilin shadow, and sparks instantly flew everywhere.
Bang!!!
Won Jin-yang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell to the ground.
"What's going on?" Shen Wuming, who had been commanding on the city wall, saw Won Jin-yang being shot down from the sky by Jun Wentian, and his expression changed.
The Sword Saint and Li Mubai, who were in the middle of the battle, also saw this scene. Both of them frowned slightly. They did not know how Won Jin-yang, who had been very cautious all this time, was defeated by Jun Wentian in just a few moves.
Won Jin-yang, who was smashed into the ground, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood as he looked at Jun Wentian with a grave expression. "You've actually cultivated the Qilin Art to the pinnacle?"
Jun Wentian's robes fluttered in the wind as he said faintly, "Won Jin-yang, you're too careless. This Qilin Art is something that I've comprehended from an ancient cultivation technique. It's a cultivation technique that I've created myself. How could it not be cultivated to the pinnacle?"
"The reason why I didn't let anyone know that I had cultivated the Qilin Technique to the peak was to prepare for the critical moment. I didn't expect that the person who could make me use the Qilin Descends would be you, Won Jin-yang."
Just as Won Jin-yang was defeated, Lin City's city gates were also destroyed. A siege vehicle smashed through the city gates, and countless Qianwu Empire soldiers swarmed in.
When Dongfang Wudi saw that the city gates had been destroyed, he was overjoyed. He immediately shouted, "His Majesty has ordered that no one from the Shen Family will be left alive."
Although the city gates had been destroyed and the Shen Family had fallen into a passive position, Shen Wuming wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he continued to organize his people. They went down the city walls and began to engage in close combat with the Qianwu Empire soldiers.
The Shen Family's people were all warriors. They were much stronger than the Qianwu Empire's soldiers. Even if they were Houtian warriors, they could fight against a few soldiers. Even the stronger Houtian warriors could fight against a hundred soldiers alone.
However, there were too many soldiers from the Qianwu Empire. They were like locusts, constantly pouring in through the city gates. The Shen Family's warriors were exhausted from dealing with them.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, a group of Qianwu Empire soldiers who had just rushed in were all killed by a terrifying attack.
The Enchanted Moon's white clothes fluttered in the wind. Her entire body emitted a bright jade-like luster. With a wave of her palm, no less than a hundred soldiers died tragically under the Enchanted Moon's palm.
The appearance of the Enchanted Moon was just the beginning. As the Enchanted Moon's palm fell, five wheels that looked like spinning tops flew out in all directions. The five wheels were of different colors. Wherever they passed, the heads of all the soldiers were sent flying. Blood splattered everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody.
A monk wearing a monk's robe appeared on the roof of a house. As soon as the monk appeared, he flew down like an eagle. When he landed on the ground, the earth seemed to shake.
Roar!!!
The dragon and elephant trumpeted. The soldiers who were close to the sound were all bleeding from their seven orifices. They lay on the ground wailing in pain.
However, it wasn't over yet. Two figures rushed out of an alley without any delay. The two figures wore sinister Rakshasa masks on their faces. They brandished two long swords. One of the swords was like a cold venomous snake. Every strike would pierce a fatal spot. Everyone who was slashed by the long sword died silently. As for the other sword, it filled the sky with frost. Everything within a hundred meters was covered in frost. The Qianwu Empire soldiers were attacked by the frost and instantly turned into ice sculptures.
"Mysterious Bright Divine Palm!"
An angry roar exploded in the crowd. The two figures combined their strength and struck out with their palms. In an instant, the figures were sent flying. The enemies around the two figures were all sent flying.
"Do it."
As soon as the Enchanted Moon's voice fell, black robes appeared in the sky. Gao Jianli and the others had all changed into the Hades uniform. In an instant, a terrifying atmosphere enveloped everyone. Even the Shen Family members couldn't help but tremble when they saw the Hades uniform that suddenly appeared.
However, what followed was excitement. What a great honor it would be to fight side by side with the people of the Hades. Ever since Shenlang's identity was exposed, everyone in the Zhenwu Continent knew that the Shen Family and the Hades were in the same faction.
"Kill!"
The warriors of the Shen Family were originally in low spirits. However, after the appearance of the Enchanted Moon and the others, it was as if they had been injected with stimulants. One by one, they rushed forward with bloodshot eyes.
A warrior of the Shen Family was in the midst of a massacre when he was suddenly cut in half by a Qianwu Empire general in armor.
"Hmph, stubborn resistance. Under the iron hooves of the Empire, a mere Shen Family is nothing."
As soon as the general finished speaking, a cold voice that sounded like the voice of the Grim Reaper resounded in his ears.
"I think you have lived too long. After I, the Hades, kill all of you, I will flatten your Qianwu Empire and send your Qianwu Emperor to hell to reunite with you."
The beautiful figure of the Enchanted Moon appeared behind the general like a ghost. The Meng Po mask that emitted a cold aura seemed to be smiling.
"Puff!"
Before the general could turn around, his chest suddenly caved in. The sound of bones breaking could be heard from his body. Then, he fell to the ground unwillingly.
The generals of the Qianwu Empire were all above the Innate Realm. The higher their rank, the higher their realm. Some high-ranking generals were even at the Emptiness Realm.
However, it was a pity that they were defeated by the Enchanted Moon and the others. Some of them were even defeated by the Enchanted Moon and the others when it was two against one.
It was chaos in Lin City. Battles were happening everywhere, especially in front of the Shen Family's gate. A group of direct descendants of the Shen Family swore to defend the gate of the Shen Family with their lives. Thousands of soldiers were unable to take a step forward.
At this moment, a beautiful figure walked out from the Shen Family. Shen Qing was holding a guqin. She held it with one hand and placed her other hand slowly on the strings.
Ding!!!
The sound of the guqin was played. A ripple spread out. Wherever the ripple passed, blood rained down. Broken limbs and blood flowed like a river.
Following the sound of the guqin, a figure appeared in Shen Qing's mind. That figure was so tall and imposing. He was like a Divine King who had the sky above his head and the Nine Underworlds beneath his feet.
"Young Master, I remember you once said that when there is a war, there must be a massacre. Any truth in the world must be defended with one's fists. I didn't know this in the past, but now I know. In troubled times, blood must be used to quell the chaos."
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