Xu Yi walked very slowly because there were constant streams of people coming up to die.

One step, one blood.

One step, one corpse.

The princes' mansion had been alarmed long ago.

Auras emanated, and masters rushed out one by one.

But before these masters could say something harsh, a hole would appear on the body as the cold light flashed, blood would splatter, and then they would fall to the ground and die.

When the dead masters have reached thirty, the remaining people are scared.

No one dares to step forward again.

Xu Yi took a step further, and they took a step back.

When he arrived at the main hall of the Prince's Mansion, Xu Yi stopped.

Hundreds of warriors have gathered from all directions, including more than a dozen of ninth-grade masters.

Crunch...

The palace gate was open, and three figures strode out.

Two men and one woman, full of energy and blood, are both masters!

One of the old men was a second-grade master, holding a scimitar in his hand and his eyes were cold.

"Who are you? Why did you come to the princes' mansion to make trouble?" the old man asked coldly.

Xu Yi was too lazy to answer.

Mu Tian pointed his spear gently and his fingers hooked indifferently.

Xu Yi felt this scene was very natural, but in the eyes of others, he was extremely arrogant.

Anger spreads from everyone's heart.

"Since you are here, just die here! Even the forces behind you will die!"

The old man growled: "Array!"

"Drink! Ha!"

Hundreds of people formed their own array, with the power of the formation swaying, and murderous intent locked on Xu Yi.

With Xu Yi as the center, the cyan airflow seems to be scattered, but in fact it implies some pattern.

"roar!"

A fierce tiger jumped out of the void, three feet in size, and was hideous and terrifying.

Xu Yi glanced up slightly and shook his head.

"It's much worse than the White Tiger Battle Formation in Xiyuan, and the prayers are still too small." Xu Yi thought to himself.

Although he didn't say this, his contempt was revealed when he shook his head.

"kill!"

The old man roared wildly.

Similarly, the sound of a tiger roar came out.

The tiger pounced on Xu Yi.

Xu Yi raised the gun and waved it, Mu Tian's gun shone brightly, and an illusory gun shadow escaped.

Puff!

The tiger was pierced directly, making a whine cry, and disappeared.

"puff!"

At the same time, hundreds of people blew blood together, shocked inexplicably.

The old man was shocked: "What?"

He couldn't believe what he saw.

The young man in front of him was obviously very young, but his strength had reached such an unpredictable situation.

Taking a deep breath, the old man said, "Who are you? Why did you come to the Prince's Mansion to cause trouble?"

"Surrender, never die." Xu Yi said calmly.

"Rareless! Let us wait for surrender? It seems that there is no possibility of reconciliation!"

The old man roared and headed straight for Xu Yi.

At the same time, two masters beside him, one man and one woman, moved quickly.

The three of them exploded with all their might and wanted to kill Xu Yi as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, they really don't know who their opponent is.

One of the four kings of Tianlong, he is known as Mutian God of War. Xu Yi's strength has few rivals in Tianlong, let alone the three of them.

"red lotus!"

Xu Yi whispered two words lightly.

Mu Tian's gun shook, and a phantom of a scarlet lotus appeared, centered on Xu Yi.

Then, when the three men attacked quickly, the lotus bloomed like a flower.

Every lotus petal contains endless murderous intent.

Before the three of them could make a move, they felt the terrifying murderous intent coming, and they were panicked and resisted.

But the rest of the people didn't have such good luck.

The Red Lotus Gun is a range-based attack. Everyone will suffer indiscriminate attacks when they are within the range of the Red Lotus blooming.

Puff puff puff!

Nearly a hundred people, who had no time to react, had their hearts exploded by murder, fell to the ground and died, their faces flushed as blood.

Until the vitality is completely cut off, blood flows out of the corners of the mouth uncontrollably.

"Damn it!"

The old man's eyes were so angry that he saw it.

Everyone here is the elite soldiers he carefully taught, and the most elite soldiers around Tang Zhan, the prince.

Just like Xu Yi's Mu Tianjun.

But now, nearly a hundred people died in one blow.

This kind of anger cannot be described in words.

"Surrender, never die." Xu Yi's expression remained indifferent.

As he fought along the way, his hands had already been stained with blood, a few more, no need to care.

The old men were so angry that they were trembling all over. Just as they were about to rush forward to fight desperately, a cold snorted out.

The next second, Xu Yi felt a powerful aura coming to his face.

A burly figure appeared at the gate of the hall.

Xu Yi's first impression was that he was quite ugly, comparable to Zhang Hei-faced.

But they are more domineering than Zhang black face.

After all, they are a prince.

Tang Zhan appeared.

In his forties, his aura was revealed, and he was the third grade of Grandmaster.

Good talent.

He is in his forties as a third-grade master, and it is rare for Tianlong to be considered a magnificent person.

But for Xu Yi, it was just good.

"die!"

Tang Zhan was indeed a reckless man. He didn't think about whether he was Xu Yi's opponent, so he rushed out and killed him.

He raised the wide sword in his hand and slashed from a high point.

This scene is very similar to the battle between Xu Yi and Qiu Hentian in Xiyuan.

However, he is two levels worse than Qiu Hentian. Xu Yi is not as good as Xu Yi at that time.

The Mutian spear is swung horizontally with a gun as a stick.

clang!

The deafening sound of gold and iron came out, and Tang Zhan was blown backwards.
To be continued...