There was a soft "poof".
A master from Yanjing had appeared in front of Huang Zhenwei like a ghost, and the purple natal sword in his hand directly pierced Huang Zhenwei's chest and abdomen, and came out from behind Huang Zhenwei.
Seeing that nearly 20,000 soldiers were killed by Yuan Wu's sword, this master of Yanjing's eyes were already red, and his heart was full of desperate intentions, but he was still stunned for a moment.
He never thought it would be so easy.
Huang Zhenwei is the direct descendant of Mo Shoucheng who guarded the Changling Mausoleum. He has long been a master of the Seven Realms. How can he be stabbed so easily by his sword
Blood and true essence rushed out from behind Huang Zhenwei like a rainbow.
However, when the master of the Yan realm was astonished, the blood and true energy suddenly stopped like living things, and instead shrank towards Huang Zhenwei's body.
Huang Zhenwei's face was indifferent, his right hand pointed at the sword, and he directly shot out a golden sword aura.
The Yanjing Grandmaster drew out his natal sword sharply to block the golden sword, but amidst a roar, the Yanjing Grandmaster couldn't stop the sword's power at all, and half of his body was directly shaken into blood mist!
Huang Zhenwei didn't stop, the pierced blood hole on his body was entwined with two kinds of gold and gray mist, it didn't look like the flesh and blood of a normal practitioner at all, it looked like a mysterious world was being transformed, the wound was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye recovery.
His figure disappeared directly beside the Yanjing Grandmaster who was killed by him with a single sword, and appeared next to a Grandmaster wearing a black robe.
It seemed that just looking at the grandmaster, the two golden vitality in the air were like two waterfalls, attacking left and right, like two giant walls pressing down on the grandmaster.
The black-robed grandmaster let out a loud shout of fear, his body's vitality surged crazily, and countless black winds swirled around his body, but they couldn't break through the encirclement of these two huge walls. Bang bang bang, countless violent impacts sounded at the same time in an instant, and countless pieces of flesh and blood flew out of the overflowing black wind.
This master was actually killed by Huang Zhenwei with a single blow.
Everyone was shocked!
The rest of the masters who were desperately attacking also stopped, trembling all over.
Huang Zhenwei's instant killing of the Grandmaster was completely as if Yuan Wu was doing it himself, and even the means of using the vitality of the world were not limited to the seven realms.
As for the vitals of the body being pierced in an instant, it recovered quickly, and it didn't even affect the shot. This is something that even the practitioners of the Daqi Dynasty who practiced the methods of yin, gods and ghosts could not do it at all.
Emperor Yuanwu stood still with his hands behind his back.
Countless smoke and dust rose from the ground along with the chaotic vitality, like a thick fog, gradually covering his figure.
On the extremely bloody battlefield ahead, blood gathered into a river and spread towards him along the ground.
His face is confident and dignified, and his heart is full of joy and contentment.
This kind of joy and satisfaction is even comparable to the joy and satisfaction he had when he occupied Zheng Xiu in Changling.
He completely controlled Huang Zhenwei, and deliberately received the sword from the master.
The medicinal power of this kind of Zushan elixir is exactly as he expected, it is just so powerful.
On the bloody battlefield, Huang Zhenwei struck again.
His feet landed heavily on the ground, splashing a layer of blood. He ignored the shock of these grandmasters, his whole body was wrapped in a layer of golden sword energy, and he directly hit a grandmaster in front of him.
The grandmaster was terrified and didn't dare to fight back at all, and fled back crazily.
There were three masters on the left and right sides joining forces, and three sword qi blasted towards Huang Zhenwei like three mountains.
Huang Zhenwei took it hard!
There was a loud bang, and many sergeants in the rear felt that their eyes were darkened, their ears were roaring, and they couldn't hear other sounds for a while.
Huang Zhenwei's advancing figure was abruptly restrained, his body was surrounded by sword energy, there were deep wounds that could be seen to the bone, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
However, one of the three grandmasters who were fully unleashing their swords let out a horrified exclamation.
Because such injuries did not affect Huang Zhenwei in the slightest, he waved his hand, and several flying swords formed by holy rays of light flew towards the Grandmaster.
And because of the blow just now, the real energy in this master's body was still turbulent, and he couldn't condense it.
Puff puff puff!
This grandmaster was completely unable to defend effectively, and his body was cut to pieces by the sword lights.
"Yuanwu! An dare to fight with me alone!"
A grandmaster went crazy, regardless of Huang Zhenwei, jumped straight into the air, and rushed towards Yuan Wu like a meteorite, screaming loudly.
"presumptuous!"
"Depending on you?"
Shrouded in smoke and dust, Yuan Wu uttered two cold shouts.
Following these two cold shouts, two obvious holes appeared in the smoke and dust, in which transparent sword light burst out.
The first sword light surged, and the grand master pressed his hands, and countless golden sparks bloomed in front of him.
The second sword light surged, and the grandmaster let out a scream, his body was cut off, and he fell tragically from the sky.
At this time, the Great Qin Cavalry Army had rushed not far behind Yuan Wu. Seeing this scene, there was another burst of cheers and shouts like a tsunami.
The three Yanqi vanguards in front of them were completely terrified.
Even the masters who rushed out earlier could no longer control their state of mind.
"ah!"
There was a master who couldn't suppress the fear in his heart first, turned around and fled.
"This kind of immortal body is too weird, and it is meaningless to fight to death."
Another grandmaster even said this sentence, and then quickly retreated. Apart from explaining these words to these grandmasters who fought side by side, it was more like persuading himself, so that he would not lose his fighting spirit forever in the future, and his cultivation would never improve. .
The rest of the masters are still hesitating, Huang Zhenwei has continued to cover up.
There was a loud bang.
Huang Zhenwei broke a grandmaster's huge sword with one hand, and with the light of the sword in his hand, his whole arm pierced the grandmaster's chest, lifted the grandmaster up first, and then shook his arm, the grandmaster's body directly The broken wadding generally falls apart and floats out.
"This person is definitely no longer Huang Zhenwei!"
The three-way Yanqi vanguard army was completely unable to charge forward and began to be defeated. Some of the practitioners only had this voice in their hearts.
Even if it was the enemy dynasty, they were sure before that the Huang Sishou in the Changling Tomb was a gentle and elegant young practitioner. Even if he killed the enemy, he would not continue to destroy the enemy in such a cruel way after death remains.
Such thoughts were quickly responded to.
This response came from Huang Zhenwei himself.
The rest of the masters no longer wanted to fight him anymore, and fled in all directions.
Huang Zhenwei, who was not stopped by these masters, instantly rushed into the fleeing three-way vanguard army.
Two golden sword lights continuously swayed out from his hands, each of which was several tens of feet long, and each sway caused a wave of blood, which was bloody and cruel to the extreme.