Murong Nan didn't know what the name of this young man was, and he didn't know which branch this fellow disciple came from. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, looking at this fallen disciple, there was only one emotion in his heart, that is, brothers, brothers who lived and died together.

Murong Nan knelt down slowly, and at the same time, his palm also waved towards the top of his head, the blood of ten disciples, how could he, Murong Nan, as an organizer, stand behind others?

But at the moment when his palm was about to swing, Ge Danfeng, who was standing beside him, hugged his arm and said, "Senior brother, you are our leader, and you can say death, here, there are more important things that need you!"

As he spoke, Ge Danfeng had an extra short sword in his hand, and the short sword was inserted between his heart and lungs like lightning.

Ge Danfeng, die!

As one of the Seven Swords of the Heaven Splitting Bloodline, Ge Danfeng's future can be described as bright, but for the sake of the sect, Ge Danfeng made a decision to end his life at this moment.

"Senior Brother Ge, be strong!" In a compliment, someone stood up again, and then, with his own knife, ended his life.

Eleven people, that is, in an instant, eleven people sprinkled the road paved with their own blood. All the disciples looked at the eleven young corpses.

Among them, three of them shot at the same time, so it was originally only the blood of ten people, but in the end it became the blood of eleven people.

But at this moment, no one cared about this, they looked at the same door where those people were dead, but the snow was still flowing, and one by one, their eyes turned bright red.

People don't fall, blood is always hot!

Elder Lu's body shook, for him, who was already in the Four Realms of Yuefan, this kind of weak trembling, no matter what, should not appear on his body, but at this moment, he felt that he was extremely weak.

Yes, it's incomparably weak.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt that he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his strength had been digested by this boiling blood.

In the end, he silently dodged the path he was blocking, while Murong Nan and the others, like a mourning army, strolled towards Huayun Peak.

In front of Huayun Peak, there is a festive and busy scene. Although most of the Vientiane Sect disciples had cold faces, at the request of the sect elders, the cheerful music was still echoing.

On a white dragon horse with wings, there sat a man who looked good, but his eyes were full of meanness. His body is not too strong, but his festive clothes and the crowd around him are showing his identity.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Chu, I heard that Senior Sister Xiqing is the number one beauty in Vientiane Gate!"

"Senior Brother Chu is not shallow, tsk, it really makes us envious!"

"Uncle Chu, I still have some elixirs to replenish my physical strength here, Uncle Shi, you keep them, hahaha, don't stop tonight!"

"Tsk, those things in the Vientiane Gate, they don't know what they are, they dare to disobey us to open the Yang Gate, they should know that it is their honor for the senior brother to take a fancy to them. ”

All kinds of congratulatory voices made Chu Yingyang's eyes raise high, and he said to a man beside him: "Wait a minute, you take a few people to bring me the expelled Ling Yun." ”

"Hehe, I'm going to let him look at my cave room, hahaha, do you think this idea is particularly good!"

Among the Kaiyang Sect, a few disciples who are still considered to have a conscience, all of them look a little unsightly, after all, this kind of practice is really too insulting, and it can even be said that this kind of practice is really inferior to beasts.

But they are also unwilling to offend Chu Yingyang, although Chu Yingyang's cultivation is not very good, but Chu Yingyang's father is the second elder in the sect.

The second elder who has reached the realm of the god of life, although he has many sons in this life, they all went before him, and Chu Yingyang, who was finally born a hundred years ago, has become the heart of the second elder.

Chu Yingyang's qualifications are average, and he doesn't like to cultivate, but that's it, the second elder still honors his status in the sect, and stubbornly uses heaven and earth treasures to pile up Chu Yingyang's cultivation to the Yuefan realm.

This is also why, as the special envoy this time, Yaoyangjun will spare no effort to help Chu Ying come out.

"Hehehe, Senior Brother Chu's idea is really great, I believe that kid will feel extremely honored. ”

"Hahaha, yes, yes, I believe he will have great admiration for Senior Brother Chu!"

In the midst of this sound, a mighty team stood in front of Chu Yingyang and them!

"Chu Yingyang, get out of Vientiane Gate!"

"People who open the Yang Gate, you are not welcome here, go back to your hometown!"

"Roll on, the toad wants to eat swan meat, get out of Vientiane Gate for me!"

All sorts of voices full of anger gathered together, and for a moment the surrounding people became buzzing.

Facing the angry gazes, Chu Yingyang and the others not only did not show the slightest fear, but even looked at Murong Nan and other disciples of the Vientiane Sect with a kind of joke.

"Oh, Senior Brother Chu, why am I so scared when so many people come?" said a man in his thirties with a smile towards Chu Yingyang.

On the surface, Chu Yingyang also made a scared look and said: "No, it's the first time to be blocked by so many rabbits, it's really terrible." ”

"Kill him, let him be arrogant again!" Chu Yingyang's words completely aroused the anger of the disciples of the Vientiane Sect, and even the disciples rose into the air and said loudly: "Chu Yingyang, it's a man, you can feel a fight with me." ”

"Chu Yingyang, Lao Tzu fought with you, this time it's either you die or I live!"

Chu Yingyang's eyes were a little more sadistic, and he looked at those angry crowds, and felt that his heart was extremely happy.

"Hahaha, I want to fight with you, but ah, my dog doesn't agree, what do you say?" As he spoke, he pointed to the distance and said with a smile: "Look, my dog is coming!"

Murong Nan and the others looked at Chu Yingyang's palm, and saw that Song Shuyun was coming quickly with seventy or eighty disciples of the Discipline Hall dressed in black.

Song Shuyun is the peak master of the Yuefan Realm, he can hear the words around him clearly, and when he heard the word Chu Ying Yanggou, his face showed a trace of angry killing intent.

But this kind of killing intent, Song Shuyun quickly reined in, and his gaze crossed the many disciples and fell on Murong Nan's face.

"Murong Nan, what are you going to do, don't you give me back immediately!"

Song Shuyun's voice was full of sternness. But Murong Nan, who was reprimanded by him, looked full of determination.

He didn't look at Song Shuyun, but stared at Chu Ying angrily and said, "Originally, I hoped that you could fight fairly, but now, since you are so courageless, then we can only kill you." ”

"Senior brothers, kill Chu Yingyang!"

As he spoke, Murong Nan drew his sword and stood up, and a brilliant sword light, with a killing intent that never returned, slashed directly towards Chu Yingyang.

Thousands of warriors who had long been bullied by the Kaiyang Gate and had long been blood-boiled because their companions had resisted the decrees of the sect with their blood, at this moment, they could no longer bear it.

They put the sword, they shoot!

Thousands of people, at this moment, almost at the same time, want to wash away the shame in their hearts with blood.

Chu Yingyang's blood, as well as his own blood.

Song Shuyun's face showed a look of anger, he didn't expect that these disciples would dare not to give themselves face.

Bold, these people are simply bold, they really deserve death.

The expressions of Chu Yingyang and the others suddenly became difficult to look at, although they looked down on the Vientiane Gate, and even more looked down on these disciples of the Vientiane Gate.

They didn't believe that these Vientiane Sect disciples dared to do it to themselves, but now, thousands of Vientiane Sect disciples were attacking at the same time, and what they felt was a threat and fear.

In terms of cultivation, they thought that the cultivation of their own and other people's people should be above those disciples of the Vientiane Gate, but there was one thing they also didn't expect, that is, these disciples of the Vientiane Gate would actually do something to themselves and others as soon as they came up.

There are thousands of martial artists, although there are very few who have leaped into the mortal realm, but so many people can also let them die without a place to be buried.

As soon as Chu Yingyang waved his hand, a colorful cloud belt appeared in his hand, and as he used the true yuan to urge this cloud belt, a colorless light shrouded Chu Yingyang's body in the cloud belt.

Five Cloud Belt, Chu Yingyang and his father gave Chu Yingyang the talisman inscription, even if it is a martial artist in the Leaping Realm, it is difficult to break through the protection of the Five Cloud Belt within half an hour.

It's just that although these five-colored light belts are tough, they are constantly trembling in the hundreds of sword lights, as well as all kinds of bombardments like cannonballs.

As for Chu Yingyang's junior brothers, they don't have the same background as Chu Yingyang, so at this time, they can only rely on themselves.

"I'm a disciple of the inner sect of the Kaiyang Sect, if anyone hurts me, the Nine Clans of Xu'er!" someone roared sharply.

But what answered this roar was seven or eight various sword rays, and even all kinds of palm power, which were like overwhelming mountains and seas.

Some Kaiyangmen disciples with advanced cultivation were still able to resist at this time, but a few Kaiyangmen disciples with low cultivation had already been knocked to the ground by the overwhelming attack at the moment of resistance.

Song Shuyun's face became extremely ugly. He had to stop these disciples, otherwise, in the future, his Song Shuyun's status in the sect would plummet, and he would not be able to explain to Jiang Yuan.

"Stop!"

In the midst of the loud shouting, Song Shuyun pinched his hands, and a fist-sized cyan ball flew straight out of Song Shuyun's storage bracelet.

Song Shuyun glanced at the cyan ball, and there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes, but he didn't hesitate at all, and a mouthful of true yuan sprayed towards the green ball. (To be continued.) )