At this moment, Hai Lao's Dantian was destroyed and he no longer had the ability to dodge. He was very unwilling, but he was helpless. He closed his eyes after sighing, thinking that it was impossible to survive after provoking such a terrifying force, so he might as well die. You can also give yourself a pleasure in the hands of the master.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of Box 1. The figure was very fast, pulling out a series of afterimages along the way, and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
With a smile on his lips, he punched Simenzo fiercely. This punch was tightly wrapped in golden spiritual power, and the other punches came down with all the sword intent without any tricks.
Ximenzo's pupils shrank. If he continued to take pictures at this time, he would definitely kill Hai Lao, but if he didn't take the action, he would appear guilty and frightened, and it would also arouse the suspicion of others.
But if he changed his moves in a hurry, he was afraid that he would suffer a loss. He hurriedly revealed his cultivation level of the third level of the Spirit King, held up a barrier to block it, and then hurriedly clenched the fallen palm into a fist, and struck with the fist. Together.
With a loud "boom", the two figures were each knocked back ten steps.
At this moment, the entire auction venue was excited, "This is another strong man with the strength of the Soul King. Who is in box No. 1 today?"
"Tianlong Auction House was suppressed..."
Ximenzo felt as if his fists were pricked by countless needles. He looked at the young man in front of him with solemn eyes and hurriedly said: "My lord, Ximenzo, the person in charge of Tianlong Auction House. Looking at you, I don't know who you belong to." Which force?"
Wu Xinghuai shrugged, "I'm afraid you won't know if I tell you, we are the Sanhuang Sect..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold snort rang out, "Hmph, I thought it was some big force that dared to act wildly in Tianlong Auction House despite being so unknown. Don't you know how to write the word "death"?
An old man with a red face and a slight stoop slowly walked into the venue from the backstage, followed closely behind him was a woman.
I saw that she was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a flawless and beautiful face, which alone made her beautiful.
Under the curved willow eyebrows, there is a pair of eyes that can speak. Their eyes are as charming as silk, and they are affectionate.
She was wearing a fiery red splendid cheongsam, which perfectly highlighted her curvy and graceful figure. Her long black and bright hair was carefully combed into a low bun.
If you look closely, she has a hint of immortality. Her surname is Siqi. She is one of the four beauties of the Wen Dynasty and the royal auctioneer of Tianlong Auction House.
A complex formation was quietly activated at this time, firmly covering the entire venue, and more than a dozen Lingzong masters also appeared in the venue.
Ximenzo hurriedly turned around, stepped forward, cupped his fists and saluted, and said, "I didn't expect that this incident would alarm Miss Siqi and Mr. Mo..."
Mr. Mo stopped him from continuing with a wave of his hand, and looked at the woman beside him, "Miss Siqi, there is no need for you to come forward in this matter, just leave it to me to deal with them."
Ximenzo's face was rather ugly. He had no right to speak as soon as the elder came. He sighed and stood aside.
"Mo Lao, God is kind to people, so I'd better give them some good words first. If they know they're wrong, I can spare their lives."
Mr. Mo nodded, "Miss Siqi has a kind heart, so I'll do as you say."
Some people immediately recognized the old man's identity and began to talk nonstop, "This Mr. Mo is a Supreme Elder who rarely shows up..."
"Now there's something good to watch..."
"How do you think they will end up..."
Ebi's ashen face suddenly showed joy, and his strong desire to survive arose again, "Mo Lao, please help me..."
Shan Siqi glanced at the two of them indifferently, "If you two know your mistake, we will definitely give you some mercy."
After saying that, she looked at Zeng Youhui and said coldly: "You... why don't you put away your flying sword and let us go without a fight!"
Zeng Youhui's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he laughed out loud, "I didn't expect you to be so beautiful, but have such a simple personality..."
Shan Siqi frowned slightly, with some anger in her eyes, "This place has been blocked by a large formation, and our... our great elder is here. Do you think that you will not dare to touch you because we have held our protector hostage?"
Zeng Youhui's playful smile gradually faded away, "You have gone too far to bully others, and now you want to use force to suppress us. If that's the case, you can give it a try..."
"No matter what the cause is, you have hurt our people now. If you don't want to die, just listen to me and I will keep your lives safe."
"What are you going to do with us if we are captured without mercy?"
"If you have destroyed Hai Lao's Dantian, then your cultivation will be destroyed."
Zeng Youhui and Wu Xinghuai looked at each other and burst out laughing, "Haha, idiot, please don't act so condescending, okay?"
An extremely cold air suddenly appeared on Shan Siqi's body, "You...if you don't know what is good and what is good, then I can only use the cold sword in my hand to make you bow your head."
After saying that, a long aqua sword appeared out of thin air in her hand. As soon as the sword appeared, the temperature of the venue began to drop sharply.
"Miss Siqi, don't get your hands dirty, let me deal with them one by one." Mr. Mo hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
After saying that, he revealed his cultivation level of the fifth level of the Spirit King, made a seal with his hands, and activated the confinement power of the formation, and flew into the air with a pair of maces in hand.
Cold sweat dripped from the protector's forehead. He had seen the power of the flying sword, and he shouted hurriedly, "Don't come here!"
Simenzo also shouted loudly at the same time, "No..."
Zeng Youhui struggled hard, but he was unable to break free from the restraints as he was still in training. Looking at the charging old man, he suddenly became furious and said, "Fuck, why don't you dare to kill him!"
A blue light flashed above the flying sword, and it broke free from its confinement and flew past at high speed.
There was a "pop" sound.
A huge bloody hole suddenly appeared on the protector's head. His eyes glanced at the flying elder with resentment, """Old...husband..."
Before he finished speaking, his life had ended.
Wu Xinghuai hurriedly revealed his golden body and took a step forward. Shan Siqi, who had already been watching him closely with a cold sword in hand, immediately rushed forward and slashed at him with a flick of her wrist.
An extremely cold sword energy instantly spanned a distance of several feet, freezing the void along the way with ice slag, and even the movement of the soul was affected.
Wu Xinghuai's face was solemn, and he hurriedly took a step back. A strong sword intent rose into the sky, shaking the large array of light curtains, and tiny cracks kept flashing.
A golden long sword appeared in his right hand. As soon as the sword came out, his whole body began to flash with golden light, and countless sword energy came out of his body.
Everyone felt their bodies stinging, as if being pricked by countless needles, and Shan Siqi felt the cold sword begin to tremble.
He swung out his sword and collided with the extremely cold sword energy, making a shocking noise, and the two of them immediately fought together.
"Seeking death..." Mr. Mo raised his mace with a cold face and was about to smash it down on his head.
Zeng Youhui controlled the flying sword and hurriedly stood in front of him, but at this moment a cold snort sounded, "Humph, you dare to attack my people even if you are a bastard of the fifth level of the Spiritual King!"
Although the sound was not loud, everyone in the venue heard it clearly. Then everyone heard Mr. Mo groaning, and they couldn't help but stumble and fall.
At the same time, a purple-gold figure rushed over from Box 1 like lightning. In an instant, it swelled to more than ten feet, and punched the old man fiercely.
"boom!"
The old man was then blasted high into the sky by this punch. While he was in the air, he couldn't help but the blood surged wildly. His soul was severely injured, and his body was also severely injured.
The entire chest collapsed completely, and blood mixed with internal organs began to flow out of the body.
Zijin's body was half-crouched with both legs still expanding. When he was about to touch the light screen, he suddenly pushed his legs up and punched the old man who was still in the air again.
There was a loud "boom"!
The old man was hit by a huge fist on the light curtain, and then the formation curtain began to tremble violently, and began to weaken at an extremely fast speed.
Wu Xiaoyao rushed out immediately, revealing her cultivation level at the fifth level of the Ling Sect, and slashed out a sword towards the light curtain. This sword was also extremely powerful.
An astonishing aura emanated from Box 1. Yun'er revealed that she was a ninth-level spiritual master and had successfully activated the repaired cyan feather coat.
Then a cyan light shadow cut through the void and crashed into the formation, so fast that no one could see the shadow clearly.
"puff!"
There was a soft sound, and the cyan light and shadow instantly penetrated the light curtain.
The fifth-level compound formation collapsed suddenly at this moment, and then the golden body instantly expanded to more than sixty feet, and the roof of the auction house was broken through with one punch.
A bloody figure flew high into the sky at an extremely fast speed, and the Supreme Elder, who was arrogant just now, was killed by a punch.
Yun'er didn't want to let him go. The cyan light and shadow burst out with intense light, and a series of amazing wind blades slashed high into the sky.
"Puff" sounds were heard one after another, and the figure was immediately cut into several pieces. The dead ones could no longer die.
The outcome was already doomed from the moment he made a strong move, and there was no room for him to fight back under Iwa Liang's attack.
Quiet, extremely quiet!
"Gudu..."
"Gudu..."
The sounds of swallowing continued one after another, and everyone lost their previous calmness. They all froze on the spot with their mouths wide open, and it took a long time before they recovered.
"Oh my God, today is such an eye-opener!"
"I have never seen such a powerful force in my entire life..."
"I have never heard of the Three Desolations Sect being so powerful, and I don't know which country it is from..."
"I seem to have heard of the Purple Gold Body somewhere, but I can't remember it..."
"When you said that, I suddenly remembered that the Purple Gold Body appeared during the Tiangong Sect war. It was Yan Liang, the peerless genius of the third cultivation of the soul body of our Wen Dynasty..."
Only then did everyone wake up and cheered, "Mr. Yanliang, it turns out to be Mr. Yanliang, the power of our Wen Dynasty."
"Master Yanliang was able to kill the great elder of the ninth level of Lingzong during the battle of Tiangong Sect. This Tianlong Auction House is really asking for its own death..."
"I don't know if the Sanhuang Sect will still accept people. I'm going to sign up..."
Hai Lao collapsed on the ground, with no trace of blood on his face. He felt extremely regretful and fearful in his heart, "I, what kind of monster have I provoked? If I fall into their hands, I will even die." , I'd better commit suicide..."
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