Chapter 1322 The heir of the Murong family

"Xiao Zhenlong, get out of here. ”

At the auction, after the soul grass was successfully auctioned for a sky-high price, after that, it was the innate elixir - the innate creation fruit.

It was at this time when the audience was in a state of excitement that all of a sudden, violent shouts came from outside the door.

Bang......

It is very impolite to come, or more precisely, it is very unfriendly, as the top guest room of Yuelai Inn, the independent courtyard is specially open to martial arts people, and the soundproofing prohibition is very good. The gate of the small courtyard is made of a very precious natural treasure, and there is a strong prohibition on it, which can ensure that the residents of the small courtyard will not be disturbed by anyone.

However, the gate of the small courtyard has now been kicked open by someone with great force, and even flew far away.

From the gate, a boy in white walked out, with a boy holding a sword behind him, following closely.

"Is that you?"

Seeing the visitor, a look of surprise flashed on Xiao Zhenlong's face, and soon, this look of surprise was replaced by anger.

"Murong Nanfeng, what the fuck do you mean?"

Murong?

Wang Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He remembered that in the martial world, in addition to the Northern Heavenly King, there was also a Southern Murong. Legend has it that these two royal families have always been at odds with each other, and the heirs of each generation will definitely compete with each other, and they have always been talked about by the martial arts world.

Could it be that this boy in white is Nan Murong?

In this way, you might as well take a look at the excitement.

After making up his mind, Wang Yang was unmoved.

"Murong Nanfeng, if you don't give me an explanation today, Lao Tzu will kill you today. ”

Xiao Zhenlong's face was full of anger, his black hair was even more windless, and a fierce majesty naturally emanated.

Looking at Xiao Zhenlong like this, Wang Yang's eyes lit up.

The face of the person, the bark of the tree, the warrior is looking at that breath.

If the spirit is strong, the heart is strong, and the heart is strong.

This qi is its own momentum, and it is the convergence of real essence and spirit.

Although it was just a momentum, Wang Yang could see that this Xiao Zhenlong had a bit of the appearance of the Northern Heavenly King.

"I'm afraid you won't make it?"

Saying that, Murong Nanfeng actually took the lead.

It seems that the rumors are true, Southern Murong, Northern Heavenly King, and the descendants of the two royal families are always competing with each other.

This Murong Nanfeng, as soon as he made a move, it was an absolute killer move, and with a sword stab, it was directly stabbed towards Xiao Zhenlong's heart.

This is a must-kill sword, a powerful sword momentum, which directly locks Xiao Zhenlong's up, down, left and right, so that he can't avoid it.

It can be said that even the top first-class master on the rivers and lakes will inevitably die under such a sword.

However, such a sword, today, met his opponent.

Xiao Zhenlong is not one of those so-called first-class masters in the rivers and lakes. A good descendant of the Northern Heavenly King, in the face of such a dangerous sword, he didn't dodge or dodge, but just raised his palm with one palm, and slapped it towards the mortal sword.

Even Wang Yang, when he saw this trick, he had to shout hello.

Bang......

Murong Nanfeng's sword is like an indestructible spear, and this Xiao Zhenlong's palm is the strongest shield that can block all the spears in the world.

Is it the strongest shield that is stronger, or the indestructible spear that is more powerful? Even Wang Yang, for a while, was a little indistinguishable.

The powerful palm strength, and the terrible sword gang,-for-tat, incomprehensible.

Between the two, there was a fundamental competition.

Burst......

Suddenly, without warning, Murong Nanfeng was spurting blood from his mouth, and he was hit hard in the middle of the competition.

"Die!!"

Blood spurted in his mouth, his breath was naturally a little messy, and his sword strength was a little uncondensed, and in the middle of the competition, Xiao Zhenlong suddenly seized the opportunity, and he spewed out vigorously in his palm, directly pushing back the powerful sword energy, and counterattacked towards Murong Nanfeng.

Although Murong Nanfeng did not retreat, the sword in his hand was already bent in an arc that was getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, Murong Nanfeng still couldn't stand it, and the whole person flew upside down towards the gate of the small courtyard.

Burst......

The breath was out of tune, the blood was surging, Murong Nanfeng couldn't resist the impact of the domineering Dragon Descending Palm, and the person was still in mid-air, and it turned out to be another mouthful of blood spurting out.

Good guy, Murong Nanfeng deserves to be Murong Nanfeng, although he was beaten to the point that he vomited blood in his mouth, but his reaction was not slow at all, his fighting spirit was not weakened at all, his body was extremely fast, and the sword in his hand turned into a terrifying sword arc and stabbed towards Xiao Zhenlong's chest.

He actually wanted to use his powerful speed, and then with the sharpness of the sword in his hand, he attacked Xiao Zhenlong again.

Xiao Zhenlong dared to use his fear of flesh palm to forcibly connect the sword in Murong Nanfeng's hand, but he definitely didn't dare to use his chest to catch such a sword.

Obviously, in terms of speed, Xiao Zhenlong was slightly inferior, and for a while, even though he had the world's divine palm, he was still suppressed by Murong Nanfeng at an extremely strong speed.

Although there was nothing too dangerous, the rhythm of the battle had been drained from him.

If there is no change, perhaps, if it doesn't take long, under the suppression of Murong Nanfeng's speed, he will directly be beaten to the ground and collapse.

Good guy, worthy of being the descendant of the Northern Heavenly King, he is not chaotic in the face of danger, he is calm and unhurried, even if it is up and down the surrounding area, all of them are dense sword nets, under such an offensive, Xiao Zhenlong just did not move, and with his own pair of iron palms, he directly blocked all attacks.

The so-called long-term defense must be lost.

It seems that even Xiao Zhenlong is difficult to escape such a strange circle, under the continuous attacks of Murong Nanfeng, there is finally a sword, so that Xiao Zhenlong has no defense.

"Ah, die!!"

An opportunity that he finally waited for, Murong Nanfeng would definitely not miss it. The sword is stabbing towards the Xiao Zhen Dragon.

Kill!!

People are like frightening stars, and swords are like meteors. With the belief of victory, with the strength of his body, he shot towards the head of Xiao Zhenlong's head.

If this sword is stabbed, no one believes that Xiao Zhenlong will survive.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was finally seized by himself, and a burst of happiness flashed in Murong Nanfeng's heart, and he even made up his mind that this time, he must kill this bastard with a sword.

This sword, it seems, is the Grim Reaper sword, with the breath of hell in the forest, just to lock the soul of the hero in the world.

It seems that even Xiao Zhenlong has already acquiesced, and even given up resisting.

All this, as if it were, has not left any chance of change.

Even, a sincere smile appeared on Murong Nanfeng's face.

It's just that......