"Xiao Ningzhen." A thunderous voice suddenly resounded through the sky.

Murong Ningzhen's prepared spell was also shattered by this voice, and the light dispersed, revealing the pig-headed face that was originally covered by the light, with a somewhat flustered and aggrieved expression, "Grandpa!"

The injury on Murong Ningzhen's face had already been drugged when Tang Niannian hit her. Even if she nourished it with spiritual power for a while, it could not be healed. When Murong Ningzhen discovered this, she was so panicked that she took out a silly hat from her Qiankun bag.

Wear it on your head, covering your entire face.

But even so, her image just now has been seen by everyone present and remembered in their minds. How can it be forgotten by just covering it up like this?

The person who spoke was none other than Murong Zhixun. His face was old but not old. He was wearing a navy blue Taoist robe and stood in mid-air. His expression was serious and his eyes were sharp. He really had the demeanor of a peerless master.

There were four people standing beside Murong Zhixun, including Murong Qianhua.

The old and young heads of the Murong family all appeared, and the younger generations of immortals who were watching all consciously kept their noses and noses in view, not seeing what they shouldn't see, and not listening to what they shouldn't hear. They all stopped their impolite comments,

Strict silence fell.

Murong Zhixun's eyes looked coldly back and forth between Tang Niannian and Siling Guhong, and his hands hanging in his sleeves tightened and loosened. He wanted to kill these two scourges directly, but he couldn't.

Regardless of Bi Qiong Sword Sect's face. To kill or not to kill? The gains and losses involved...

Tang Niannian looked straight at the old man beside Murong Ningzhen, her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression became numb, "I know you."

Nian Hong participated in the flower banquet in Dongchun City, and Siling Guhong destroyed Murong Ningzhen's golden elixir with his own hands. The man's voice suddenly appeared and injured Siling Guhong's hand. At that time, she had just given birth to a good baby through the wooden dragon spiritual veins.

, was kidnapped by the cooperation of Murong Ningzhen and Guan Zichu, who could have captured Murong Ningzhen, but it was this person who rescued Murong Ningzhen.

Every time Murong Ningzhen could be solved, this person was the one who got in the way and ruined the result.

Murong Zhixun saw that Tang Niannian had no hidden hostility towards him at all, and the murderous intention in his heart suddenly became stronger. He thought that for the sake of the Murong family, it didn't matter even if he was infamy from the world. As long as the Murong family stood at the top, these infamy would not matter.

It naturally disperses automatically and is intentionally forgotten.

The soul-killing curse was shot from Murong Zhixun's fingertips. Except for some old guys, only a few people from the younger generation noticed that the expressions of these people suddenly changed.

"Murong Zhixun, how dare you——!" With an extremely angry roar, the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Qinran, came out. He originally stayed in his residence because he didn't want to have any gatherings with the Murong family.

This time, when Tang Niannian, Siling Guhong and others arrived, they were deliberately stopped by the Murong family. When he found out and arrived, he happened to see Murong Zhixun take action.

Yuan Qinran, who had always looked gentle, now had fierce eyes and a cold and nervous face.

Murong Zhixun ignored Yuan Qinran at all, and stared at Siling Guhong who rushed to Tang Niannian's side in time and reached out to block Tang Niannian's soul-destroying curse. When he came into contact with Siling Guhong's ruthless eyes,

My heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Siling Guhong let go of Tang Niannian, put a small plate of crystal cake in her hand, and then walked towards Murong Zhixun.

"Ah——!" Uncontrollable screams came out from the mouths of the immortals around them. If they could understand that Tang Niannian suddenly attacked Murong Ningzhen, then Siling Guhong took the initiative to attack Murong Zhixun.

It is completely beyond their psychological acceptance range.

Lord Xueyuan, calling him Lord Xueyuan is a sign of respect and admiration for him, but there are only a few people who truly believe that Siling Guhong has reached the level of great master in the integration stage.

Murong Zhixun was already a Great Master in the Fusion Stage thousands of years ago. Now, even if he has not reached the Mahayana Stage, he is at least at the peak of the Great Master, right? With such a level of cultivation, considering Siling Guhong's age, he is about

A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator actually dared to fight him!

Occasionally, these onlookers didn't believe it, and even Murong Zhixun himself couldn't believe it. But soon he sneered and said loudly: "This person who doesn't know how to respect the elders really needs a lesson, and now he actually takes the initiative towards me.

It’s a provocation, but I hope everyone in the Bi Qiong Sword Sect will not interfere in the grudge between me and this junior.”

The leader of the Bi Qiong Sword Sect who came here was the great elder Tie Nanhe. He had a mane of white hair and an expression that seemed to be awake but not awake. Hearing this, he just raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Please feel free to do so. Don't kill or destroy anyone."

Just spiritual roots.”

To others, it seemed that Tie Nanhe was speaking to Murong Zhixun, but the old guys realized that he was also speaking to Siling Guhong.

Murong Zhixun felt angry after hearing this, but he couldn't bear to say anything to Tie Nanhe, so a whisk appeared in his hand.

Supreme? Supreme Immortal Source? Let’s see if you can survive until that time!

"You don't even hold a weapon, you are so arrogant, and if you get hurt, don't say that I am bullying the small." When Murong Zhixun spoke, Fuchen came out of his hand and rose into the sky. Dark clouds covered the entire ** Villa, and the purple clouds were as thick as a bucket.

Lightning struck Siling Guhong.

Not only that, but whether Murong Zhixun did it intentionally or unintentionally, some small thunder and lightning also hit Tang Niannian and Shu Lan.

Tang Niannian, who was biting the crystal cake, frowned slightly and waved his hands to set up a barrier around Shulan and the others. Obviously because of Tie Nanhe's words, Murong Zhixun couldn't offend him on the spot, so he didn't say anything to him.

Shu Lan and others were ruthless, but Tang Niannian could perfectly resist such an attack.

When Tang Niannian set up the barrier, a dark golden formation just happened to wrap up Shu Lan and others. It turned out that Du Ziruo had taken action, and eight formation crystals were floating around his body. With the two of them taking action at the same time, Shu Lan and others

Lan and others can be completely safe.

Tang Niannian glanced at Du Ziruo and nodded secretly. It was indeed very useful.

Du Ziruo once again confirmed other people's suspicions as soon as he took action. He once again expressed his relationship with Tang Niannian and his group, and wanted to fight against the Murong family with Tang Niannian and the others.

When Murong Qianhua looked at this scene, he felt jealous and angry, and felt uncomfortable. When the Murong family offered a bunch of benefits to Du Ziruo and invited him to be the guest of the family, Du Ziruo refused without even looking at it.

After Du Ziruo's reputation became more and more famous, the Murong family even intended to let Murong Ningzhen form a Taoist couple with him, but even with such implicit conditions, Du Ziruo still refused.

Such a person, whom the Murong family tried every means to acquire, failed to gain anything, and instead became an enemy of the family. How could they not feel uncomfortable?

It's a pity that no matter how uncomfortable and angry Murong Qianhua was, there was nothing he could do about it.

Tang Niannian ate the crystal cake given by Siling Guhong indifferently, and turned her eyes to the ten neglected ice sculptures of the Murong family.

If he dares to take action against her people, then the Murong family members should also suffer.

This thought flashed in Tang Niannian's mind, and the bodies of the Murong family members who were frozen by chalcedony ice and fire suddenly stopped being incinerated. However, the pain in their eyes did not lessen, but instead became more desperate.

It was just a matter of death. Now that the body has stopped incineration, is it necessary for them to live in such pain?

roar--

At this time, Cang Yuan's dragon roar suddenly sounded.

Black mist, like a real and illusory dragon shadow, emanated from Siling Guhong's body. The huge body coiled around Siling Guhong's body, and his blue eyes stared ruthlessly at Murong Zhixun in front of him.

That look held an ancient ruthless majesty.

Murong Zhixun's face twitched slightly.

The black dragon did not exist for long. Its entire body quickly turned over from Siling Guhong's body and turned into black mist and poured into Siling Guhong's hands.

When the black mist completely dissipated, everyone saw what the black dragon had transformed into Siling Guhong's hand.

It was a sword, completely pitch black, with double blades and a dragon head hilt. Two balls of blue light shone in the dragon's eyes, like a living thing.

When this dragon sword appeared, all the immortal cultivators present and the people of the Blue Sky Sword Sect were attracted. Even Tie Nanhe, the great elder of the Blue Sky Sword Sect who had always seemed half asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes and stared eagerly at the dragon sword that looked like a living thing. He soon sighed with regret and lowered his eyelids again.

Even if it is a magical weapon, it does not matter. After all, it belongs to others and will not become your own. If you care too much, you will mislead your own state of mind and only add to your karma.

When Siling Guhong's hand grasped the hilt of the dragon sword's head, the aura on his body also changed, and his whole person transformed into the boundless abyss.

The man dressed in white and ink-painted, holding a dragon sword, stands in the air, with a force that can cover the sky.

At this moment, many female cultivators were stunned, and they suddenly understood why Murong Ningzhen was so crazy. There are few women in the world who could not be tempted by such a man. Even if he could not be tempted, it would still be this man.

Without any indication, if this man is willing to give even half of his tenderness to anyone, what woman can resist?

Siling Guhong's figure turned into a black and white light and swept towards Murong Zhixun with a sword.

All immortal cultivators in Xianyuan know that the power of Dao cultivators lies in their powerful and ever-changing Tao techniques, which can attract attacks from the elements of heaven and earth. However, if a Dao cultivator is approached by a sword cultivator, unless he is carrying a heavy treasure, he will most likely end up dead.

.

Murong Zhixun was frightened. What was frightening was not Siling Guhong's sword skills and his momentum, but his indifferent eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, as if he was not talking to the Mahayana man like him.

In the early half-immortal battle, there was no trace of him in his eyes.

Murong Zhixun suddenly had trouble controlling his heartbeat. He remembered that Murong Ningzhen had said that this man would be the Supreme Immortal. It had only been so long before he had grown to this point. Is he still a human being?!

Once the mind is confused, the reaction will also be slow.

The navy blue robe on his body was torn by Siling Guhong's sword, leaving a neither deep nor shallow blood mark on Murong Zhixun's shoulder. The blood could not stop spraying outward at that moment.

"This is impossible!" Murong Zhixun exclaimed. He was wearing a spiritual weapon that could withstand attacks from even half-immortals, but he couldn't stop Siling Guhong's sword?

Siling Guhong did not stop the movements of his hands because of his shock. Each sword did not have any fancy swordsmanship, only the smooth flow of clouds and flowing water. It seemed casual but so fast that the human eye could not catch it. In the blink of an eye, Murong

The navy blue Taoist robe on Zhi Xun's body turned into waste.

Under such circumstances, few people noticed that Siling Guhong not only injured Murong Zhixun in this breath, but also affected countless people from the Murong family who came with his sword energy. However, people like Murong Qianhua were injured.

The keen discovery resisted, but most of the Murong family members were injured. Those with too low cultivation level even had their hands and feet cut off, with only their lives remaining falling to the ground.

This is really a case of treating others in their own way.

Tie Nanhe turned to the man next to him and said, "It's not unfair for you to fight him to a draw."

The man next to him was wearing a sword robe and had a cold face. He was none other than Guan Lanshu. He took his eyes back from Siling Guhong deeply, turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence, "If he had used

This sword is not a draw."

Tie Nanhe shook his head helplessly, raised his eyelids and looked at Siling Guhong and Murong Zhixun.

Murong Zhixun, who was hit by eighty-one swords in one breath, was covered in blood. He didn't know what method Siling Guhong used. The wounds on Murong Zhixun's body were obviously not too deep, but the blood just couldn't stop flowing out.

The flow has already stained the ground with blood red.
To be continued...