Looking at Mrs. Qingwei, who had a slightly red lips around her, she suddenly felt an obsession in her soul for collecting herbs.

The reason why she had such words as "being within her ability, watching and helping each other" was because she had a vague sense of her own and knew that her family had an opportunity to reincarnate.

At this moment, the thoughts move again, it is obviously not bad.

"Madam, there will be a big change here. It's better not to interfere." The implication is that, go back quickly.

Mrs. Qingwei shook her head with her eyebrows and said, "Since I have agreed to the King of Langzhong to do things, I can't give up halfway. The pharmacist's kindness is my heart."

After thinking about the herb, he laughed silently and said, "If you force it, it will make a mistake. It's better to let it go."

Thinking of this, I was no longer talking nonsense, I said to take care of myself, turned into a green rainbow and left.

But King Murong, as a fat sheep among the seventy-two princes, was quite self-aware. He knew that his territory was large and powerful, and would inevitably become the first delicacy in the Yan Tianwang lineage.

So, all the time, he had big moves and small moves. This time he finally couldn't stand the temptation and took in a powerful demon, intending to refine the "God and Demon of the Eternal Gods and Demons" to compete with the Heavenly King's Heavenly King's lineage.

Unexpectedly, he leaked the news. He also arranged an expert in the Yan Dynasty. He knew that the Heavenly King Palace had issued a devil removal order and dispatched heavenly soldiers and generals to swear to destroy his power and even eliminate the roots.

He is not an easy person, and he has countless capable people under his command. This time he participated in the alliance of princes, which was different from other families. He was directly given to a small town by King Yan to garrison troops.

At this time, where King Murong was located, surrounded by thousands of sword hands, formed a huge sword formation, and the sword formation was arranged like seven stars. The sword intent and sword force rushed straight into the sky, the blue sky and the sun was in communication with the Beidou, and the sun star appeared.

With a radius of hundreds of miles, birds are extinct and mosquitoes are hard to cross.

Judging from its formation, without the guidance of experts, let alone the formation of the swordsmen, it is difficult for even hundreds of swordsmen to point out.

In the array, in the tent.

Dozens of Qi training men were separated on both sides. King Murong was at the top of the list, at around thirty years old, handsome and elegant, and extraordinary. There was a golden plaque behind him, with five big words written on it: I admire the virtuous and embrace the crowd.

The leader on the left is the leader. There is a star robe and a sword is scattered. There is a person who is scattered with swords. The sword intent between his eyebrows is imminent. Cold Ran said: "The soldiers come to block the general, and the water comes to cover the earth. Just a few heavenly soldiers and generals, just kill them. Could it be that Murong still dares to stand on his own?"

The leader on the right is dressed in a military general. He is covered with a battle robe, a golden whip on his waist, a long bow, and a big sword. He said solemnly: "Master Yu's swordsman is superb. I admire him, but he dares to come, so he will definitely win..."

Master Yu interrupted him and pulled the corner of his lips slightly, sneering: "Unless you take ten or ten, you will die. We sword cultivators have a glimmer of hope and can try it out. You should leave the so-called military sayings and techniques that know yourself and your opponent for yourself."

The general was not angry either. He knew that this person was more serious and anxious. He also knew that King Murong was young and energetic, Zhong Yu took risks, and he liked this person's remarks the most on weekdays.

If it weren't for this kind of personality, the devil wouldn't have been invited into the house.

But this sword master Yu did not stop him, but instead praised the "God and Demon of No Form", which made King Murong even more expect the devil's magical powers and devils, which led to the disaster today.

King Murong still valued this general very much, and he bet on him and asked, "General Shi thought, how should he resolve it?"

This general was born into a military art family. Just like the Huangfu family's status in Dalian City, it has a much deeper foundation. There were only dozens of innate generals in the family, and he is one of them now.

When the general heard Murong's question, he spoke carefully: "This matter arose because of the demon king, and it must be on him."

King Murong said with interest, thought for a while, frowned and said, "It's not appropriate, the Demon Lord just joined my disciple. It's too unauthentic to do this."

"So long-winded." Master Yu snorted coldly, but stopped talking.

The general glanced at him quietly and winked. Although Master Yu ignored it, since he had done it, the other party must understand what he meant.

After a pause, the general glanced at Yu Jianxiu again, confirming that the other party had blocked the place and it was impossible for outsiders to peek at, such as the demon. He coughed and said, "Although the Heavenly King Palace had long removed my heart from my king Murong, as long as I was not caught, there was no reason. After all, the Heavenly King Palace was powerful, so I cannot turn against you immediately in case of precautions. When the heavenly soldiers and generals arrived, my king might as well make the illusion of being controlled by the demon, and then make a decision based on the situation."

"It's reasonable." The cultivators and advisers agreed. Seeing this, Murong King glanced around and had to reluctantly agree. In fact, it was just a means of controlling people. He was not a young person with shallow knowledge, but such unauthentic things always had to be at the bottom of the way, otherwise it would make his disciples and subordinates feel disappointed.

Two auspicious clouds floated against the ground, and although they fell to the ground, they were not stained with dust.

The head of auspicious cloud suddenly turned out and came into the air. When it landed, it was already in front of the Murong King’s sword formation.

The auspicious clouds dissipated, revealing forty-eight armored soldiers. Everyone was sharp and they all pressed their swords to stare at the sword formation. Forty-eight divine intentions were scattered, as if each of them had the power to break through the sword formation.

How did these thousands of swordsmen see such a formation? Some people unconsciously retreated, leading to the changes of the entire sword formation. One person retreated, and countless people retreated. The sword formation suddenly condensed. Another person drew his sword and the sound of the sword being unscathed was endless. In an instant, there was chaos.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly flashed out of the sword formation, and took the seven heavenly soldiers with great swordsmanship.

Seven people drew their swords at the same time and met them. Seven sounds and the swords were broken, like scrap iron landing on the ground.

The man took his sword and landed on the ground, his star robe was emitting, and he stood with his sword with a jade-like look. If this sword was deliberately killed, no one of the seven people could hide.

Mo Xing came out from the crowd, with one hand in the ink-colored jade ruler and the other hand in the black painted iron rod. It seemed simple and was actually a divine weapon. He was about to confront this person to prevent him from using his sword to rush forward. Unexpectedly, another person in the other side stepped out, dressed in a military general, holding the iron bone and golden whip on his waist, which had locked Mo Xing.

Mo Xing's face was calm and he was shocked. The sword cultivator was not able to restrain him. He could only use the identity of the heavenly general to suppress others, because he saw that the sword cultivator did not dare to kill the heavenly soldiers. As soon as his identity of the heavenly general appeared, the other party would have to worry about it.

Unexpectedly, this general's cultivation was nowhere under him. Especially the killing intention of being tempered by thousands of times could completely suppress him. It seemed that he was slightly distracted, and even Mo Xing's clone was torn apart by a blow. As a result, he couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper. He had already left the sword cultivator behind and focused on dealing with this general's killing intention, thinking about the way to defeat him.

With a sigh, Prince Xu's sedan chair appeared in another auspicious cloud. Xie Feng followed him close to him, and there were thirty-seven heavenly soldiers, silver armor and white cloaks, each with a bright silver spear. The only thing bright red is the red tassel on the helmet.

Xie Feng is not wearing gold and silver armor at this moment, he is wearing a thin shirt and a jade pendant. He is as handsome as jade, with a white jade gui in his hand and a green sword on his waist, which further highlights his Confucian style. (To be continued...)
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