Yuanji warriors may be just ordinary disciples in front of the Holy Land Dongtian, but in the eyes of super sects, big sects, martial arts families and small sect disciples "down there" such as Guo Jiang Zhiqing, they are absolutely as powerful as the moon. It’s hard for a powerful person to meet an ancestor, let alone take action now?
The young man shot out from the city wall, with black, white, and yellow infuriating energy flying around him, sweeping hundreds of feet into the sky. The clouds in the sky surged, and a bit of the human-level Nether Flower's origin shone with a terrifying and sharp light.
It's like a demon coming to earth!
Then he lightly pointed his finger, and like a big wave in the river, crowds of people flew in front of the city gate, and the moats on both sides splashed with waves tens of feet high.
The earth was cracked and made a "creak" sound.
So terrifying.
Thousands of people around him were running away frantically, first with shock and horror on their faces, and then with admiration.
A group of beautiful female cultivators recognized him and couldn't help shouting: "It's Murong Bo, the holy son of the Spirit Sword Sect! Mr. Murong Bo!"
On the city wall, Liang Wu, the young man who was strong as Song Xinruo, was full of envy, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Uncle Master's tyranny is unparalleled!"
Xin Zhuo and Song Xinruo, who were under attack, looked as helpless and pitiful as two dead leaves in a strong wind.
Miss Song Xinruo was stunned and looked at Xin Zhuo, who had her hands behind her back and a calm face.
She realized that she seemed to have made a huge mistake. This person was too young and handsome, just like the boy next door. There are too many frivolous youngsters in this age. There are many people who think that they are invincible when they hold a sword. , and he never made a move from the beginning to the end. Why did you believe him when he said he was old with the ancestor of the Spirit Sword Saint Sect?
You can already see the cold eyes of Murong Bo who descended from the sky with ten miles of true energy, as deep as the ocean.
Song Xinruo's body stiffened, her despair reached the extreme, yes, she was so stupid!
next moment,
"boom!"
The tyrannical Murong Bo, who was as domineering as a god and demon, with murderous intent in the sky, approached a foot in front of Xin Zhuo. Suddenly his aura disappeared, as if suppressed by a strange and endless force, he fell headlong and smashed a piece of it. The pit was deep, the bones were broken, the orifices were bleeding, it was too horrible to see.
It was only three breaths away from him falling down from his final victory.
He was so free and easy when he came, but he is so embarrassed now.
But the person he wanted to kill always stood alone with his hands behind his back, without blinking or even looking at him.
It was deathly quiet.
Song Xinruo suddenly looked at Xin Zhuo, her pupils shrank, and her heart, which had sunk to the bottom of the valley, suddenly jumped to the top of the clouds. Her scalp was numb and her hair stood on end. This young man suddenly felt to her as if... he had magical powers that could shatter mountains and seas. And the pressure like an immortal.
But he clearly did nothing.
Liang Wu, who was on the city wall, closed his mouth, the excitement on his face dissipated little by little, his eyes widened, and he felt cold from his scalp to his heels.
"Murong..."
Among the dense crowd around them, a group of female cultivators who were still cheering suddenly stopped, extremely shocked.
"Woo——"
The wind blew past countless dull faces and ruffled the hair of Murong Bo who crawled out from the bottom of the pit.
He looked at Xin Zhuo with difficulty, breathing quickly: "Senior, who exactly is...?"
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
"Which disciple are you from? Do you know our Holy Spirit Sword Sect..."
On the city wall, Liang Wuse was furious and shouted loudly.
Xin Zhuo still didn't say anything. Although the martial artist did not cultivate his mind, but when he reached a certain level of cultivation, his mentality changed a lot. He was not in the mood to talk to these junior martial arts cultivators.
He stretched out his hand and made a slight move, and Liang Wu flew over uncontrollably and fell next to Murong Bo with a "plop".
Then it rolled up the two of them and Song Xinruo, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only thousands of dazed warriors and civilians.
When he reappeared, he was already at the foot of the tallest and most luxurious "White Crane Tower" in "Wangjiangfang", the most luxurious area in the city.
The ancient city of "Linqiu" is 320 miles long and 160 miles wide. It is bordered by the Endless Wanzu Yuan to the south and the ancient Kingdom of Dalin to the north. It is the largest city in the southern territory of the Dalin Kingdom and is also the southern governor of the Dalin Kingdom. The government office is located.
There are twelve squares in the city, dozens of main streets, and a Cangluan River running from east to west of the city. There are many pavilions and it is full of frontier and exotic style. Barbarians and Hu people often come and go. It can be said to be all-encompassing.
The White Crane Tower on the bank of the Cangluan River is 379 feet high. It is the private property of the Governor, with a restaurant, brothel and bathhouse all in one.
But at this moment, the White Crane Tower is surrounded by tens of thousands of warriors from all major forces, all of whom are powerful, but they are all looking up at the top of the White Crane Tower, where the clouds are rolling, and the two are fighting, with three thousand sword energy and thousands of sword energy. Permeating the sky above the entire city, the original power seemed to fall from the sky, carrying endless killing intent.
"when……"
"boom……"
The terrifying infuriating energy, original power and martial arts vibrated with sound, and the formation of the city was touched, causing ripples to rise and fall.
There was a man and a woman. The man looked to be in his twenties, with a big nose, eagle eyes, and a naturally ruthless look. The woman was slender, tall, with jade-like muscles, and her eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.
They are all in the Yuanji Qilin realm.
Xin Zhuo stopped in the middle of the street directly below the White Crane Tower. He waved his sleeves and put down Murong Bo, Liang Wu and Song Xinruo. He looked indifferent.
Murong Bo struggled to sit cross-legged, his face turned pale.
Liang Wu was not a fool. He knew that the man in front of him looked young, but in fact he was afraid that he was an old monster. He stood obediently and said nothing, but his eyes flickered, and he quietly crushed a patterned purse.
Song Xinruo kept looking at Xin Zhuo dreamingly, not knowing what he was thinking.
At this moment, there was a "tall and thin" warrior next to him who was talking:
"In Linqiu City, there are now five super sects, sixteen major sects, eighteen martial arts families and ninety-three small sects. In terms of strength, the Feijian Sect ranks first, with three Quasi-Sage Ancestors, seven Yuanji, and There are 4,700 remaining disciples; the second in Xuance Palace, two Quasi-Sage ancestors, five Yuanji people, and 5,01 disciples; the third-ranked Spirit Sword Saint Sect, one Quasi-Saint ancestor, nine Yuanji people, and disciples Seven thousand; Bodhi Buddha Temple and Xiushan Sect ranked fourth and fifth respectively.
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhiruo, the No. 1 Saint of the Feijian Sect, and He Jiuhe, the No. 2 Saint of the Xuance Hall, started to fight. It was difficult! "
A bearded man on the side smiled and said: "Brother, I don't know. Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe were married to each other. Unfortunately, Lu Zhiruo's father was killed later and the clan uncle forcibly took power and treated her very badly. It happened that the He family came to regret their marriage again, saying that He Jiuhe had entered the super sect Xuance Palace and that the two families were no longer a good match, completely crushing her into the abyss.
Lu Zhiruo said at that time, "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully a young girl into poverty. Today's humiliation will be repaid tenfold in the future." Then she ran away from home. Later, she got a chance and joined the super sect Feijian Sect, where she flourished. Later, he personally destroyed the Lu family.
After He Jiuhe heard about it, he found that the woman he had abandoned had grown up to be as beautiful as a fairy, and she regretted it. Lu Zhiruo naturally dismissed it. The two had fought thirteen times in the past two hundred years. How could they be called the same person? Endless grievances? "
"The tall and thin man" said in surprise: "Huh? How do you know so clearly?"
The bearded man smiled and said: "I am Lu Zhiruo's domineering uncle. She didn't kill me back then, so I ran away!"
The "thin and tall man" was immediately shocked, clasped his fists and said, "Look up to me for a long time!"
The bearded man chuckled: "You're welcome!"
A middle-aged woman on the other side asked in a deep voice: "I wonder which of the two has a higher winning rate?"
The bearded man shook his head and said: "Of course it's He Jiuhe. The concealment technique he has cultivated is waiting for today. You can take a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man He Jiuhe suddenly flew back from the top of the hundred-foot-high building. He reached Yuanji Jiulin from Yuanji Seven Forests with an imposing manner. He was vast and fierce. He waved his sleeves and was enveloped by a sword in his sleeves. The power of the sky struck the woman opposite Lu Zhiruo in the blink of an eye, and sneered: "Miss Lu, suffer death!"
Lu Zhiruo couldn't resist in a hurry, her beautiful eyes widened, and she held her sword between her eyebrows.
"Ding!"
The majestic force shattered the sword, and she fell violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Die!"
He Jiuhe swept down quickly, slashed horizontally with one sword, manifesting three hundred and sixty swords, and the sky was full of sword shadows.
"Be bold!"
Six figures in the distance rushed towards him, blocking He Jiuhe's sword and supporting Lu Zhiruo. They were the other six Yuanji masters from Feijian Sect.
"The Flying Sword Sect's habit of bullying the minority by the many must be corrected!"
Four majestic auras rose from the other side, and four Yuanji masters flashed over, none other than the masters from Xuance Hall.
Twelve Yuanji masters from the two super sects faced each other in the air. Their momentum was overwhelming, their true energy was permeating, and the pressure was extremely heavy.
The densely packed warriors all around immediately stayed three miles away to watch.
Xin Zhuo didn't move, still standing where he was.
Murong Bo, Liang Wu and Song Xigruo behind him were a little confused, and Liang Wu said anxiously: "More than a dozen Yuanji seniors are fighting. You, if you want to die, don't implicate us!"
(End of chapter)
