The visitor stood in front of the lobby door with his hands behind his back. With his slender figure and elegant manner, he looked like a high-ranking celebrity.
But such a "romantic celebrity" has a pair of eyes that seem to see everything, as if there is nothing he can't do in the world. Coupled with that handsome and majestic figure, it makes people feel a natural and impeccable look. It makes people feel that he has an aura of giving up to others.
Huan Xuan and Xu Daofu didn't recognize the person coming, but Ha Gongyuan already said: "Holy...Holy Lord!"
Mu Qingliu sighed softly and said slowly: "If the three of you still recognize me as the Holy Lord, you should follow me back to the sect now."
Qu Xingfu composed himself and said: "If the Holy Lord is really the Holy Lord of my Holy Sect, he shouldn't stop us at this moment."
The delicate laughter started, and the crisp and sweet female voice came again. Wei E also said: "We can understand that the Holy Lord is concerned about that person, but just because of his words, should my Holy Sect give up everything?"
Ha Gongyuan said: "The Holy Lord is unaware of something. Just now this Taoist brother said that the Heavenly Master is ready to fight with that man. Once the decisive battle is over..."
Mu Qingliu said calmly: "Do you think Sun En can win?"
Ha Gongyuan shook his head and laughed, and said: "So what if Sun En loses? This is also the best time for my holy sect. With the talent of a holy king, I should understand what Mr. Ha means!"
Wei E smiled and said: "Wei E thinks so too, what do you think Lao Qu thinks?"
Qu Xingfu stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Don't you think so, the Holy Lord?"
The three of you said something to each other. Although they didn't say it clearly, they also made it clear. None of you are stupid!
As soon as these words came out, Huan Xuan looked at Xu Daofu, and he sneered silently.
Mu Qingliu looked at the three of them and shook his head slightly. In his heart, he couldn't see that the three of them wanted to wait for both sides to suffer, so that they could reap the benefits.
He has also seen that the three of them are just for their own glory and do not care about the Holy Sect at all. In the early days, when we were able to take orders from ourselves, we were just doing what we needed.
After a while, Mu Qingliu sighed again: "You are the ones who don't understand. You have no idea what kind of person he is. You really don't understand what 'Tianjun' means arbitrarily!"
Ha Gongyuan said calmly: "It seems that the Holy Lord is still focused on that person."
Mu Qingliu said quietly: "Mu Qingliu is dedicated to the Holy Sect."
Qu Xingfu said coldly: "In this case, Holy Lord, please come back."
Mu Qingliu's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "In order not to harm the disciples of the Holy Sect, the three of you really deserve to die!"
Hearing this, Qu Xingfu and the other two secretly used their inner strength, and Huan Xuan laughed loudly and said: "I didn't expect that the Holy Lord of the Holy Sect is also a person who doesn't know what to say. You alone, actually... actually..."
Mu Qingliu stood with his hands behind his back, never moving, but a breeze blew up his lower robe.
There was a knife hanging on his waist!
Although the sword is not unsheathed, it is not sharp, and it is not shining, it is more powerful and more terrifying than any weapon in the world. In just one glance, in just a moment, they recognized the knife.
Just because it is a machete with infinite charm and unforgettable sight!
The magic sword was at his waist, and what was hanging on his waist was the Miao Yun magic sword!
At the first glance, everyone's expressions changed immediately, and the first thing they did was to retreat quickly.
However, as they were retreating, eighteen figures suddenly appeared. Their figures moved like the wind, flashed like a strong wind, and even swept in like a violent wind.
Several people stood still and looked around...
No more, no less, a total of eighteen people!
Each of them was dressed in black and had a silver face. Each of them had a strong bow, a scimitar at his waist, and eighteen silver spears. Eighteen people had surrounded them.
Outside the window, the moonlight shone lightly, but the murderous aura was as thick as blood.
This was the most frightening and helpless moment in Huan Xuan's life since he was born, as if he had fallen straight from the clouds in the sky into the mud on the ground.
Everyone said how terrifying Yanyun's Eighteen Riders were, but it wasn't until he saw these eighteen people that he suddenly realized that the Eighteen Riders were more terrifying than he had imagined.
Their eyes were emotionless, and they seemed inhuman as they stood there.
As rumored, they are eighteen demon gods!
The wind suddenly carried a faint scent of blood, and the outside of the hall suddenly became deathly silent. Everyone understood one thing, there was no living person outside.
Qu Xingfu, Ha Gongyuan, and Wei E wanted to beg for mercy, but before they could say anything, they heard one word, "Kill!"
The silver gun moved...
As soon as the gun was moved, it immediately turned into a stunning red flower, and the gun tip made a sharp sound: like a lion's roar, like a wolf's howl, like an eagle's roar, like a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar.
The gun has gun flowers, and the red tassel stirs up the beautiful flowers. The beautiful flowers are like dreams and illusions.
That kind of beauty makes people feel extremely beautiful.
Everyone feels like death!
Huan Xuan drew his sword like a whirlwind, and Duan Yuhan immediately took it out of its sheath. Facing the spear light coming at him, he struck out the most powerful sword in his life.
The sword energy and the true energy stirred up each other, elevating a powerful force. This sword seemed to crush the enemy, and with unparalleled sharpness, it struck the spear point with one strike.
Just listen to a "ding" sound!
Huan Xuan's sword energy was broken, and his true energy was forced back into his hand by the fierce force of the spear, and was exhausted against his pulse. His blood immediately surged, and stars appeared in his eyes.
But it wasn't over yet. I heard a woman's voice: "Open!"
The fierce gun power suddenly turned into fierce sharpness, and the light on the gun blade bloomed like a silver bird, accompanied by a thunderous roar, like the energy of heaven and earth swaying.
The knife shattered and turned into a silver glow, the spear continued to castrate, and with one stab of thorns, a hole suddenly appeared in Huan Xuan's chest.
Huan Xuan died immediately when he saw him face to face, while Xu Daofu drew sword auras with the long sword in his hand, and laid out a heavy sword aura, blocking the shadows of spears all over the sky.
The gun flowers were bright and the gun breeze was gentle. The gun pierced his throat, cut his chest, swept towards his waist, and struck his back.
Xu Daofu leaned forward, retreated violently, blocked his sword, and extended his palm.
In an instant, his chest was broken open, his back shoulder was pierced, his left hand was shattered, and his sword was severed.
Xu Daofu roared loudly and fired dozens of iron edges from his hands. At the same time, he used all his strength and broke out of the window!
The window lattice shattered, and suddenly, a sword flashed...
There was a moon outside, and he saw a full moon, and seemed to also see a crescent moon. Then he immediately saw a headless body flying out of the paper window.
That body, those clothes, that figure...
Realizing this sudden stop, the head flew down.
Huan Xuan and Xu Daofu were dead, and the three people in the hall, Ha Yuan Gong, Wei E, and Qu Xingfu, also felt the intention to die. They cooperated with each other and unleashed their magical powers.
With the three people in the center, there was a rolling sound, like a loud roar that could only be heard when the earth was shattering. The energy was surging endlessly. The three people used amazing strength and energy to block the spear point.
But the silver spear dances like a lotus flower, possessing both strength and softness.
One after another, the force of the spears was as clever as a torrent, and as fierce as splitting a mountain into the ground, drowning the three of them.
Amidst waves of roaring waves and streaks of silver light, the three of them could no longer handle it, and it was as if they were torn to pieces at the same time.
The blood mist disappeared and blood spread all over the sky.
