There was a silence in the space, and the eyes of the people on both sides were full of strong coldness.

Fang Wudao, on behalf of the Qinwu royal family, took the initiative to speak and wanted to turn fighting into friendship, but yuhuazong refused and staged a demonstration, which made the Qinwu royal family angry and broke out all their strength unreservedly to vent their anger.

The crowd of the Yuhua sect knew that Fang Wudao was a man. As long as he got the Yuhua palace, he would certainly turn against him, together with the Tianshen family, to suppress the Yuhua sect, and even sent out countless strong people to wipe out the Yuhua sect completely and remove the future troubles forever.

This is the way of kings, ruthless and cold-blooded.

Both sides refused to give in. The coldness on their bodies became stronger and stronger, making the whole space hiss and stiff.

Boom!

At this time, on the bluestone street in the distance, the sound of iron hoofs kept deafening. Even if it was far away, a strong vibration could still be felt here. The eyes of the crowd could not help looking at the sound source, and the pupils suddenly contracted.

"Iron blood knights!" Fang Wudao's voice was a little gloomy.

In the field of vision, a thousand horsemen roared.

Their bodies were dressed in bloody heavy armor. Even the smell was so bloody, as if they were fighting from the sea of corpses, which made the hearts of the crowd tremble fiercely.

"The iron blood knights is the strongest card of the Lin family. Every iron blood knight has stepped into the realm of Yuangang and knows the exquisite art of joint attack. Thousands of cavalry can resist tens of thousands of troops."

The onlookers secretly said in their hearts, but in an instant, the Knights stopped in front of the penalty hall. All people could only see the cold eyes of the Knights exposed outside, sharp as a knife, like an invisible blade, deeply penetrating into their hearts.

Shua!

The extremely neat voice came out, but I saw all the people of the Knights. At the same time, I pulled out the saber at my waist and pointed to the sky from a distance. The high fighting spirit, even the strong saints, had a sense of suffocation, which had nothing to do with strength, but simply the oppression of momentum.

"The end will be late, please bring the general down!" a tough man took off his helmet and bowed his head to Lin Shitian.

Lin Shitian smiled and said faintly, "it's not too late. I won't blame you for killing more people later."

Hearing the speech, the crowd stared. Lin Shitian's words seemed to have completely torn his face. He no longer served the Qin Wu royal family and wanted to advance and retreat with the Yuhua sect.

"I will obey!" the tough man nodded slightly and put on his helmet again. At this time, bursts of broken voices came from the sky, which made the hearts of the crowd tremble again. Moreover, this time, it seemed that countless array patterns floated in the sky.

"He is a master of Tianyuan sect!"

I don't know who said it. In the sky, countless figures slowly fell down. All of them were surrounded by many array patterns. Their breath was either hot or cold, which filled the whole space. At the same time, it also made the crowd of Qin Wu royal family feel more heavy.

First the iron blooded knights, then the tianyuanzong. Together, they have terrible strength. The Qinwu royal family can't easily crush it, so they must go through a hard battle.

"Do you feel a little cold?"

The bodies of the crowd trembled and felt a cold coming without warning. As soon as they looked up, they saw endless snowflakes falling down, hundreds of figures coming with the snowflakes and finally falling in the middle of the open space.

"Master?" when Nie Feng saw the visitor, his eyes trembled and shouted directly.

In the hundreds of shadows, an old woman in a blue robe stood, with a piercing chill all over her body. A decisive color flashed in her eyes, standing on the opposite side of the Qin Wu royal family.

This person is not Murong Bingxin. Who will he be?

Those who followed her were all elite masters of the Crystal Palace. Liu Lian was among them, holding Xiujian in both hands and staring coldly at the front.

"Murong old woman, have you finally figured it out?" Lin Shitian smiled brightly. In the crowd, when Murong Xue saw Murong Bingxin, his eyes were immediately soaked with tears and full of moving color.

"I've been wrong many times. This time, I can't be wrong again."

Murong Bingxin turned his head slightly and collided with Murong Xue's eyes. Suddenly, all the estrangement between the two disappeared. The rest was only the sincere meaning between mother and daughter, which was moving.

Until now, the Yuhua sect, the Tianyuan sect, the Crystal Palace, and the Lin family, the four most powerful forces in the Imperial City, gathered here, and the elite came out together without any reservation. They surprisingly stood on the same front and faced the Qinwu royal family.

The crowd looked at the two sides of the confrontation and held their breath for fear of missing any details. At first, the Qinwu royal family made a big attack. They thought that the Yuhua sect would be destroyed because the gap between the two sides was too large. Now, the four forces work together with each other. If they really fight with the Qinwu royal family, no one can predict which will win or lose.

"You're fine."

Fang Wudao gave a grim smile. Because of his anger, the whole face became distorted and said darkly: "since you can't wait to die, I'll make you happy and give you a pleasure!"

Arms, raised high.

Fang Wudao was overbearing all over. As the king of Qin Wu, he was never allowed to see anyone disobey him. Moreover, the four forces, his thorn in the flesh, had long wanted to be completely cleaned up. Today, he simply came to have a good time to wipe out all the four forces in one fell swoop and never suffer from future troubles.

"Fight, you must stick to the penalty hall until ye Chen leaves unharmed." Duan Chongyu first sighed deeply, tightened his eyes, burst out a sense of war, slowly took off, and stood at the opposite place hundreds of meters away from Fang Wudao.

Whew, whew, whew!

All the strong on both sides stood up. The solidified atmosphere made the whole space stiff. The rolling dark clouds covered the bright moonlight. At the beginning, it was dark, which supported the spirit of killing.

Countless eyes seemed to penetrate the void, and finally collided with each other at this time.

Boom!

At the moment when everyone wanted to fight, the punishment hall below suddenly burst into an earth shaking roar. When the crowd looked at it one after another, a dazzling colorful light suddenly rose into the sky, breaking the solidified space.

"The heavy treasure is coming." Fang Wudao was delighted. Judging from the colorful light, the heavy treasure, such as the ghost fire and blood flags owned by Han, must be strong. Is it a second rate Hongmeng Lingbao?

"Did you succeed?" different from Fang Wudao's ecstasy, Duan Chongyu and others looked at the colorful light deeply with doubts.

But just then, the colorful light suddenly disappeared.

Just like its appearance, there was no sign, which made everyone stunned. When they returned to God, they saw a figure over the penalty hall.

The figure was a young man, wearing a strong black suit and slightly thin.

Facing the eyes of countless people, he had no fear at all. His head was slightly raised, revealing a handsome and extraordinary face. On that face, there was also a faint smile, which was very warm and moist, forming a strong contrast with the solidified atmosphere.