The moment his finger touched Qianlong's ring, a powerful force burst out.

In an instant, all the forces around him were dissipated instantly.

Between the heavens and the earth, was flooded by a vast and terrifying force that could not be described in words.

The five people who killed Xiang Baiye were shocked instantly and looked at him incredibly.

"This... what kind of breath is this?"

"Oh my God, I... I actually have a shuddering sense of fear! It has been for many years, there is almost no existence that can give me a sense of fear, but today I actually felt it in this Jin Dynasty existence... Could it be... What amazing magic weapon does this person have?"

"Impossible... he... how did he do it? What exactly is he going to take out?"

The expressions of the others also tightened.

"You guys, be careful, there must be some other tricks here. You can kill them with me as quickly as you can, hurry! Don't give him any chance!" The red-haired man lowered his voice, and said a low drink. Sword attack.

The other four did not hesitate, roared, and rushed forward. The sadness of destruction was like a big hand, which directly wrapped Bai Ye's body, and then crazily contracted, wanting to completely imprison it.

The red-haired man seized the opportunity, his eyes were cold, and the person was like a swift wind, he was directly close to the white night, and cut his throat with a sword.

But just as he was about to lift the sword and fall, a rapid and terrifying sense of depression suddenly covered his whole body.

At this moment, the red-haired man fell into an ice cellar, feeling that his whole body became cold, and a sense of crisis that had never happened in his life came to his heart.

The red-haired man's face was dark, he felt something was wrong, and he drew back.

A dangerous signal appeared in his mind.

He felt that if he continued to attack, he would only die for himself...

"Why don't you attack?" Shi Yan was shocked, exclaiming in surprise.

But the red-haired man didn't answer, but kept backing away, without any hesitation.

The remaining four people are very confused.

And at this moment...

Wow!

A powerful sword intent against the sky suddenly burst out of Bai Ye's body.

"what?"

The four trembled and evacuated hurriedly.

But it was too late.

"Defense!" The long-bearded soul screamed, and his soul exploded, hurriedly resisting the blasting sword intent.

Bang bang bang...

The sword intent exploded, bursting into plum blossom-like ripples, blooming in the sky and the ground, all four of them were blasted out and fell heavily to the ground.

The weaker Shiyan directly overflowed with blood from the corner of his mouth, and almost couldn't stand up while clutching his chest.

As for the others, they were all uncomfortable, especially embarrassed.

No one thought that this little Jin Dynasty would have such terrible strength.

This is simply incredible! !

"How could this happen?" The old man stood up with a cane supporting his body, exhaled, staring at the white night, and said in a deep voice.

No one answered his words.

Just seeing everyone's eyes fell on Bai Ye.

He removed his finger from the Qianlong ring, and the moment his finger was removed...

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh...

A bright and magical halo burst from his fingers.

At that moment, the sun and the moon lost their color, and the stars were dim, as if everything in the world lost its color at this moment...

Everyone's eyes widened.

Especially the red-haired man, staring at Bai Ye with an incredible face, his breathing almost stopped.

After a moment, he yelled with trembling lips.

"Hong...Hong Bing!"

When the voice fell, everyone trembled.

However, seven halos appeared on Bai Ye's body, and in each halo, there was a shadow of a weapon...

"You mean... among his weapons... there is a red-haired man?" Shiyan asked, looking at the red-haired man in a daze.

Shi Yan's breathing became extremely rapid when she spoke.

However, the red-haired man still looked at Bai Ye stupidly. After a long time, he said blankly: "Not a hand..."

"No... not a hand?"

"Could it be that he... he still has two great soldiers?"

"Impossible! How precious is a red soldier! To get one is a chance against the sky. How good is this person to get two red soldiers? This is impossible! I don't believe it!"

The roar resounded.

It is the soul with long beard.

The others also nodded.

Even though they are stronger than them, so far I haven't seen the slightest shadow of a red soldier, let alone a red soldier.

But the other party has two?

How can this be done?

However... the red-haired man did his best, shouting in his throat: "He is not one, not two, but all the weapons around him! They are all Hong Bing!"

With this voice falling to the ground, everyone only felt that their brains were trembling crazily, and the soul seemed to be out of the body at this moment!

"Seven...seven...Hong Bing?" Shi Yan looked at Bai Ye stupidly, as if his head was about to explode.

The teenager next to him sat on the ground, his legs weakened.

"It's impossible...it's impossible, it must be fake! You must be mistaken! You must be mistaken!" The soul-bearded shivered, then shouted hysterically.

The red-haired man did not speak, but his sword hand trembled slightly.

Obviously... he was afraid!

Yes.

In front of Hongbing, no matter how strong the existence is, it will be feared!

Because of Hongbing, the strong are killed!

Until then.

Wow!

An extremely delicate technique of concentration and meditation covered everyone.

In an instant, the panicked people returned to their senses.

At first glance, it was the technique performed by the old man holding the rod!

He finally maintained a trace of clarity at this time!

"You all calm down!" the old man shouted.

The red-haired man took a deep breath.

Shiyan, the bearded soul and the young man also calmed down and calmed down a bit.

"We are all affected by the sword intent of the Hong Bing, and only then have we become terrified! Hong Bing is worthy of being a Hong Bing, and this spirit alone is not comparable to ordinary soldiers and martial arts!" the red-haired man said hoarsely.

"In fact, we don't have no chance of winning. In the end, this son is in the Jin Dynasty, we fight with it, maybe... there is still a chance!" The boy also whispered.

"You guys mean..."

"Try your best to fight him! If you can get rid of him, wouldn't these great soldiers be ours?" The old man said Shen.

This statement instantly caused everyone's hearts to jump to their throats, and the trembling soul... suddenly became extremely boiling...

Kill, just have a way to survive!

The strong must never yield, unless it is death...