Chapter 966: Super Sect Feijian Xuance Hall
Yuanji warriors may be just ordinary disciples in front of the Holy Land Dongtian, but "below" there are super sects, big sects, and martial arts families like Guo Jiang Zhiqing In the eyes of the disciples of the small sect, they are absolutely powerful and ancestors who are as powerful as the moon, soaring into the clouds and grasping the moon. It is difficult to meet them, let alone take action now?
The young man shot out from the city wall, black, white, and yellow infuriating energy flying around him, sweeping hundreds of feet into the sky. The clouds in the sky surged, and the source of the human-level Nether Flower shone with a terrifying and sharp light.
It’s like a demon coming to earth!
Immediately I pointed my finger lightly, 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 tens of feet of waves.
The earth was cracked and made a "creak" sound.
It’s so scary.
Thousands of people around him fled 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 Lingdao Holy Sect! Mr. Murong Bo!"
On the city wall, that man Liang Wu, a young man who admired Song Xinruo, had a face 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 his hands behind his 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 kid next door. There are too many frivolous kids in this age, and they think they have the world with just a sword. There are many invincible opponents, and he has never made a move from beginning to end. Why do you believe him when he says he is 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 sea.
Song Xinruo's body stiffened, her despair reached the extreme, yes, she was so stupid!
The next moment,
"Bang!"
The domineering Murong Bo, who was like a god and demon, with murderous intent, approached a foot in front of Xin Zhuo, and suddenly his breath disappeared, like It was suppressed by a strange and endless force, and he fell down, smashing into a deep pit, breaking his bones, and bleeding from his seven orifices. It was terrible to see.
It was only three breaths before he fell down from his final victory.
I was so free and easy when I came here, but now I am so embarrassed.
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 all around.
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 gave her the feeling of... possession. He possesses magical powers that shatter mountains and seas and an immortal-like pressure.
But he obviously did nothing.
Liang Wu 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..."
In the dense crowd around, 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 rapidly: "Senior, who is...?"
Xin Zhuo said nothing.
"Which disciple are you from? Do you know our Holy Sword Sect..."
On the city wall, Liang Wuse was furious and yelled loudly.
Xin Zhuo still didn't say anything. Although the martial artist did not cultivate his mental state, 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.
With a gentle move of his hand, 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 city 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 Dalin Kingdom to the north. It is the largest city in the southern border of the Dalin Principality and also It is the seat of the governor's office in the south of Dalin Kingdom.
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. People from barbarians and Hu tribes often come and go. It can be said to be all-encompassing.
The White Crane Tower on the Cangluan River is 379 feet high. It is the private property of the Governor, with a restaurant, brothel and bathhouse.
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, and the city's formation was touched. , ripples rise and fall.
The two people are a man and a woman. The man looks to be in his twenties, with a big nose, eagle eyes, and a naturally ruthless appearance; the woman has a delicate figure, tall body, ice-like muscles like jade, and cold eyes. And full of 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 sat cross-legged with difficulty, his face turning 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 eloquently:
"In Linqiu City, there are now five super sects, sixteen major sects, eighteen martial arts families and ninety-three small sects. The most powerful Feijian Sect has three ancestors of the Quasi Saint, seven Yuanji, and 4,700 remaining disciples; the second most powerful one in the Xuance Hall is the Quasi Saint There are two holy ancestors, five Yuanji people, and 5,000 disciples; the Lingdao Holy Sect is third, and there is one quasi-sage ancestor, nine Yuanji people, and 7,000 disciples; Bodhi Buddha Temple and Xiushan Sect are ranked fourth and fifth. br>
Unexpectedly, the No. 1 Saint of Feijian Sect, Lu Zhiruo, and the No. 2 Saint of Xuance Hall, He Jiuhe, started to fight. It’s so difficult! ”
A bearded man on the side smiled and said: "Brother, you don't know. Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe were married at the fingertips back then. Unfortunately, Lu Zhiruo's father was killed later, and the clan uncle forcibly took power. She was very bad. It happened that the He family came to regret their marriage again, saying that He Jiuhe had entered the super sect Xuance Palace and the two families were no longer a good match. , completely crushing her into the abyss
Lu Zhiruo said at that time, "Thirty years from Hedong to thirty years from Hexi, don't bully a girl to be poor. Today's humiliation will be repaid tenfold in the future." Then she ran away from home. Later, he got a chance and joined the super sect Feijian Sect. After becoming famous, 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 tall and thin man" was immediately shocked. He cupped his fists and said, "Look up 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 cultivated is right. Just wait and see today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man He Jiuhe suddenly flew back from the top of the hundred-foot-high building. The momentum of his body reached from Yuanji Qilin to Yuanji Jiulin. It was vast and fierce. He waved his sleeves, and a sword in his sleeves contained the power of the sky. In the blink of an eye, it touched the eyebrows of the woman opposite Lu Zhiruo. He sneered: "Miss Lu, accept this." Die! "
Lu Zhiruo couldn't resist in a hurry, her beautiful eyes widened, and she held the 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 and slashed horizontally with one knife, manifesting three hundred and sixty knives, and the sky was full of knife shadows.
“Bold!”
Six figures in the distance came at a rapid pace, blocking He Jiuhe’s sword and holding Lu Zhiruo up. They were none other than the other six Yuanji members of the Feijian Sect. Master.
"The Flying Sword Sect's problem of bullying the weak with more people needs to be corrected!"
Four majestic auras rose from the other side, and four Yuanji masters flashed over, none other than the masters of Xuance Palace.
Twelve Yuanji masters from two super sects faced each other in the air, with overwhelming momentum, filled with true energy, and extremely heavy pressure.
Densely crowded warriors were surrounding, immediately staying three miles away to watch.
Xin Zhuo did not move, still standing where he was.
Murong Bo, Liang Wu and Song Xinruo 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 this chapter)