"Kill, kill, kill!"

The empire shouted loudly, hoping to boost morale, but no matter how loud the shouts were, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the sluggish morale was difficult to recover.

On the other hand, although the Yanyun Pavilion is crying and howling, it shows its momentum even more. If the war is simplified, it is like this. No matter how good the commander is, it cannot compare to the direct victory after victory.

Ji Baizhan frowned. The Ming Dao, who had won ten consecutive victories, had already changed the original meaning of this battle. If the opponent is in the Kongming stage, the younger disciples will lose, and at most they will lose face, but the opponent is in the Tribulation stage.

The emperor lost so badly that he would not only lose face and morale, but also disintegrating people's hearts. If he retreated, the soldiers of the empire would inexplicably be three points shorter when they saw the people in Yanyun Pavilion.

But it would be inappropriate if you take action. It would be fine if the Evil Spirit Daojun, but the other party is just a rising star. No matter whether you win or lose, it is difficult to convince everyone.

Seeing that the attacking emperor had no chance of victory, and soon there was a tendency to be suppressed. Not only him, many people from the four royal families of the empire looked solemn and extremely nervous. If they fell down, there would be no way out.

It was just when a group of people was struggling, and suddenly Ji Hanyan tiptoed over, looked at Ji Baizhan and asked, "Master Qi, my master asked me to ask you something."

"What?" Ji Baizhan asked with his head turned around.

Ji Hanyan smiled and said, "My master asked me to ask you if he could avoid my family law if he went to war."

"Um!?"

Ji Baizhan frowned, and before he could speak, the old royal men on the side nodded repeatedly: "Only he can let the Ming Dao retreat, we will not pursue the blasphemy of you."

Although they are not top-notch people, they can decide many things that Ji Baizhan cannot decide due to various reasons such as seniority, such as enforcing family law.

After hearing the old men assured, Ji Hanyan hurriedly took out a piece of paper and handed it over: "It's no point to say anything, I'll make a note!"

A few old men took it and saw that all the requirements were written on it. As long as they signed it, they could only look at each other. They shook their heads at Ji Baizhan and wrote down their names one by one with a pen.

How could a good and honest baby give birth to such a worry-free and cunning master?

After writing it correctly, Ji Hanyan snatched the paper back, and had a gully in her chest. She waved to Chen Weiming and nodded repeatedly.

At this time, a muffled groan came from the ring, and the last emperor was also knocked away by the Nether Sword and was unable to fight again.

When the sword in his hand was inserted into the ring, the Ming Dao was about to invite the battle again, a powerful aura suddenly soared into the sky from the imperial troops. It was Chen Weiming.

Lying on the sedan chair, he did not get up, but just released his breath unscrupulously, and released the meaning he wanted to express.

Ming Dao seemed to have already expected it, and smiled slightly, and did not ask for a fight. Instead, he sat cross-legged, swallowed a few pills, and began to regulate his breath. Chen Weiming also pulled his breath away, lay motionless on the sedan chair, closed his eyes to rest.

The entire scene became weird for a moment, no one invited the battle, no one went to fight, but no one said it was about to end.

The people on the empire all looked in Chen Weiming's direction, not knowing what he was going to do. However, the Yanyun Pavilion, Shadowman and others did not express any surprise expressions, as if they had already expected it.

Ji Baizhan looked at Chen Weiming, looked at the Nether Sword again, and then looked at Shadowman and others. For some reason, he suddenly felt that these people were not watching this battle, but waiting for others.

In amazement, time passed little by little. No one was impatient, no one spoke, and no one urged him. The collision of breath just now had made many people clear that a big battle was about to begin.

The walker did not want to take advantage of the Nether Sword, and the Nether Sword also respected the walker very much and began to adjust his breathing for the first time on this arena.

After an hour, the Ming Dao on the ring finally stood up, took a deep breath, and his breath swayed, and his fighting spirit was wafting.

Chen Weiming on the sedan chair also slowly stood up, his breath gradually increased, just like a divine weapon wiped away the rust and gradually showed his sharpness.

The wind wings were condensed from behind and rose into the air, slowly landing on the arena like a fairy.

After looking at the knife that was stuck on the floor by the Nether Knife, Chen Weiming asked in a voice transmission: "Why use this knife?"

The level nine spiritual weapon he refined for the Nether Sword is definitely stronger than this knife and is more suitable for the Nether Sword.

The Nether Knife sent a voice transmission: "Some things must be used when they should be used. Before you can't find a better weapon, the knife will only be used at critical moments."

At the critical moment, Chen Weiming repeated this sentence in his heart.

The two of them had several life-and-death entrusted each other, and they had an invisible understanding. A few seemingly casual words revealed a message: for the Ming Dao, this is not an important matter.

However, Chen Weiming had already anticipated this and then sent a message to ask: "But the Evil Spirit Taoist Lord asked you to set up a ring here?"

"That's right!" Ming Dao replied: "He gave me the order, and I can only execute it."

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Chen Weiming rear-end said: "What's the point of doing this?"

Others thought that Ming Dao was inviting Ji Baizhan to fight, but Chen Weiming knew that he actually wanted to let himself go to the arena. He wanted to give himself some information, but there were too many strong people here, and only such close-range voice transmission would not be blocked by others. At this moment, the two of them spoke in voice transmission, and others seemed to be just looking at each other and testing each other.

"I don't know what he wants to do, but in fact no one knows what he wants to do!" Mingdao said: "I only know that he is carrying out a very secret plan. If he succeeds, he can get power beyond this world, and maybe he can open the door to the fairy world like Li Qinglian."

"But what does this have to do with this ring?" Chen Weiming asked again.

Ming Dao reached out and slowly pulled up the long sword inserted on the ground. At the same time, he said in a voice transmission: "I'm not sure. What can be speculated is that he seems to want to gather some people together through this ring!"

"Some people refer to the imperial magistrates?" Chen Weiming was puzzled.

"Of course not!" Ming Dao said: "You shouldn't pay attention to information from other places recently. Why do I have to limit the deadline to January and make things known to everyone in the world? Naturally, I want to let all the people of Lumenshan and the others come over. If I guess well, the people from the Tiandao Alliance should arrive soon."

Chen Weiming couldn't understand even more: "He wants to fight against the world with one person?"

"I don't know, but it's all right. As long as I'm strong enough, what's the difference between being an enemy and being an enemy in the world!"

After the transmission of the voice, Mingdao grinned. This time it was no longer a transmission of the voice, but a burst of laughter: "After so many years, I have always wanted to fight you, and I finally have a chance."

"Walker, if you are indecisive, I will kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Death Sword Explode rushed towards Chen Weiming. To be continued.
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