825. The Shock of the Sword Saint and the God of War

Just like Gao Bairen and He Xilai at this time, one could only lie on the side and wait for death, but the other could heal himself.

After a while, Gao Bairen, who was cross-legged, finally woke up.

The injuries he suffered were undoubtedly much lighter than He Xilai, but even so, after these few hours, he had only recovered halfway through half, which was enough to support Gao Bairen to fly in the air and take He Xi back and forth to China.

Gao Bairen did not delay, picked up He Xilai, jumped, and then rushed towards Yanjing.

Yanjing, the land of Yanshan Mountain.

Nie Nantian was standing by the window, looking at the direction of Yanjing, frowned and meditating. No one knew what he was thinking.

"Old Nie, the cold current seems to have begun to weaken. It seems that Xilai and the others have found the crux of Helai and have solved the problem of Qingshui Town."

At this time, the faint laughter of the Sword Saint Mo Wuji suddenly came from behind him.

The Sword Saint also walked over slowly, standing beside Nie Nantian, smiling, looking in a good mood, looking at the sky outside, he slowly said from the side.

Nie Nantian shook his head, "I'm afraid it's not that easy."

"What, old Nie, do you think that my top Chinese martial arts dispatched two titled masters and could not solve this small problem?" The Sword Saint looked at Nie Nantian and asked with a smile from the side.

In this world, there are no people who can deal with gun king He Xilai and Gao Bairen, but there are definitely only a handful of people.

The Sword Saint did not think that the incident was done by those peerless strong men. After all, Qingshui Town is just a small border town, and those strong men are creating trouble there, which is really meaningless. Instead, they will offend them the highest martial arts in China.

Therefore, the Sword Saint speculated that it was probably a trick caused by an unknown martial arts person in China. It was more than enough to let the Gun King and Gao Bairen go over and deal with such small things.

Nie Nantian did not explain too much, but simply said: "Sword Saint, this incident is probably not as simple as you and I imagined."

"Old Nie, you're too worried. How complicated can it be? Now that my Chinese martial arts world is at its peak, I have recently emerged as a genius like Chu Yunyang. What force can I have to dare to provoke us? This time I think it's a small character in our Chinese. I don't know what methods have been used to make a mess." Mo Wuji said lightly from the side.

However, at this moment, the door of the room was suddenly knocked open.

I saw a bald monk with a distorted appearance rushed in with a man covered in blood on his back.

After entering the room, the bald monk directly left the bloody man on the ground, and he was so tired that he lay on the sofa and couldn't lie down.

Flying from Jiangdong to Yanjing, and when he was seriously injured and had not healed, you can imagine how tired Gao Bairen was now.

"You... are you Bai Ren?"

However, after Gao Bairen broke in with He Xi on his back, the Sword Saint was shocked.

He looked at He Xilai lying on the floor in disbelief, then at the bald monk gasping on the sofa, and asked with fear on his face.

Gao Bairen didn't say anything, and was still gasping for breath, but his head was lit.

The Sword Saint was so confused: "Bai Ren, what's going on? What's wrong with your face?"

Looking at Gao Bairen's face that had been completely slapped by Chu Yun, the Sword Saint asked in shock.

"Wait... wait a moment, Sword Saint. Please let me take a break first." Gao Bairen still didn't rest. The Sword Saint hurried over and poured a glass of water for Gao Bairen.

Gao Bairen took a break for a while and it got much better.

"Now it's time to tell me what's going on?" Sword Saint and Nie Nantian looked at him.

"Sword Saint, it's Chu Yun. We are in Qingshui Town. We are fighting with Chu Yun."

"Chu Yun? Which Chu Yun? Is the one who was nominated for the titled Grandmaster by Old Nie?" Sword Saint Mo Wuji immediately wondered and frowned and asked, "Why, you have seen his strength. How about compared with Mingyu? Do you have the strength of the titled Grandmaster?"

Hearing the Sword Saint's inquiry, Gao Bairen smiled bitterly: "It's not just that. This Chu Yun's strength is more than enough, not to mention Mingyu, even compared with the Gun King."

"My face was beaten by Chu Yun. And when I came west, I was almost beaten to death by him!"

With a long sigh, Gao Bairen's voice suddenly floated slowly in the room.

Dead silence, dead silence.

The sword saint's pupils shrank, and his eyes were filled with shock.

Is this Chu Yun, who was about to be deposed and banned by them, really so powerful?

How is this possible?

He still remembers that it was only a year since Chu Yun entered the martial arts world.

A year ago, a country boy was still a powerless country boy. A year later, he actually incited hundreds of tortures and defeated the King of Guns, which was unparalleled!

The Sword Saint was trembling deeply.

However, when Gao Bairen was bitter and the sword saint was frightened, no one saw that the war god Nie Nantian frowned at this moment.

"Chu Yun, is it really you who is the disaster of Qingshui?"

Nie Nan's face was as deep as water, but deep in his heart, his earnest expectations for the young man immediately dispersed.

If a strong man kills innocent people indiscriminately, then no matter how talented he is or how strong his understanding is, the more harmful it will be to China.

The massacre of more than 100,000 people was enough to ban him by the Supreme Martial Arts.

"Chu Yun, Chu Yun, I have advised you not to kill you. But unexpectedly, you finally got to this point." Nie Nantian turned his head slowly, and his solemn eyes looked at the distant horizon.

There is Fenghai, Jiangdong.
Chapter completed!