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The Second Elder's gaze froze slightly.

Distance.

Mu Lao Zu and Li Qifeng competed against each other, and no one was at all inferior, the sword qi in the sky was horizontal, exuding a majestic majesty, and Murong Lao Zu was constantly rushing to kill.

Murong Old Ancestor's expression was extremely solemn, the majestic internal force around him was constantly running, and the low humming sound was endless, constantly colliding with the heavy sword qi.

Take a deep breath.

The second elder said with a cold expression: "That's it." ”

The endless ruthlessness in Murong Changhong's eyes suddenly revealed, and when he looked at Murong Zihan, there was a hideous meaning, his eyes looked at Murong Changge, who was standing on the opposite side, and said in a low voice: "Don't be polite at all." ”

Murong Changge nodded heavily.

Over the years, Murong Changge has been like a doppelganger of Murong Changhong's dark place, and he has never refused his words.

His face was pale.

Murong Changhong and Murong Changge seemed to have a heart in their hearts, and they shot at the same time, and the two formed a strong flanking momentum and headed towards Murong Zihan.

Murong Zihan's expression changed.

The willow-eyebrow sword flickered and rattled, as if a breeze was blowing the leaves of a birch tree.

- Dragon Snake Tudan.

The soft sword body suddenly became extremely stiff, and it went straight to Murong Changhong.

After suffering a secret loss before, Murong Changhongzhi no longer dared to have the slightest carelessness, and the strong internal force swept out, gathered on his fist, and smashed out suddenly.

A tiger roar suddenly came out.

The strong internal force turned into a huge tiger, slaughtered down, and met the willow eyebrow sword.

The blade of the sword shook.

Endless sharp sword qi suddenly burst out, smashing the fierce tiger the size of a mountain to smash it in an instant.

A grim smile appeared in Murong Changhong's expression.

And all of a sudden—

Murong Zihan felt a rapid wind behind him.

Bang –

A strong fist slammed into her back.

The body couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

The swift dark energy suddenly seeped into Murong Zihan's body, making her feel the qi and blood in her body tumbling violently, as if she was about to break out at any time.

A trace of pale color appeared in Murong Zihan's expression.

One hit is a sure hit.

The body of the second elder quickly retreated like a ghost, widening the distance between him and Murong Zihan.

At the same time—

Murong Changge's body rushed out like lightning, and a series of afterimages appeared in mid-air.

In a moment-

The afterimage dissipates.

Murong Changge suddenly appeared in front of Murong Zihan.

One finger pointed out.

Above the fingers, there is a strong internal force.

- Heavenly Desolation Finger!

The earthy yellow color continues to flood out above the fingers, barren, and the bleak atmosphere makes people feel extremely depressed.

A finger directly and ruthlessly pierced Murong Zihan's shoulder blades, blood splattered out, and Murong Zihan couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

The body retreats half a step backwards.

Murong Changhong smiled even more in his expression, and suddenly stepped forward, and smashed out with a fierce punch.

Murong Zihan's face turned cold.

The willow eyebrow sword blocked in front of him.

Bang –

A heavy punch slammed into the blade of the sword.

This time.

Murong Zihan's body slid backwards.

The paleness of his expression was even worse.

The qi around Murong Zihan was a little disordered, and the originally strong aura was also a little sluggish.

The body retreated and retreated.

Murong Zihan took the opportunity to recuperate himself.

Murong Changhong and Murong Changge rushed out again with a pincer attack.

The body of the second elder once again hid into the void, and he disappeared, wanting to give Murong Zihan a surprise blow.

Exit the land for a mile in a row.

Murong Zihan's eyes became extremely indifferent, the willow eyebrow sword in his hand moved with the wind, and the aura of the whole person became extremely fierce.

Snort -

It was as if a blank piece of paper had been ruthlessly shredded.

Murong Zihan's body turned sharply, and the willow eyebrow sword stabbed out like lightning, and the speed was extremely fast, causing the sword body to turn into a white light.

A flash of white light flashed.

A streak of blood splattered out of the void, accompanied by a muffled snort.

The sword qi swarmed and became incomparably fierce.

The body of the second elder fell out of the void in a bit of embarrassment.

His complexion was as cold as frost.

Slide out in one step.

The willow eyebrow sword in his hand moved again.

- White Rainbow Running Through the Sun.

The extreme speed did not give the Second Elder much time to react at all, and once again ruthlessly stabbed into his chest.

The sword qi frantically tore through the wound.

The second elder's expression revealed a trace of panic, and a palm suddenly slapped out, and with the help of a powerful recoil force, it quickly swept backwards.

Murong Zihan's expression became more and more calm, without the slightest emotion.

The willow eyebrow sword moved again, and the momentum became more powerful.

Hmmm-

Hmmm-

……

The wind stirs the paper and disturbs anyone's mind.

Dense sword shadows suddenly spread out in the void.

The icy light was like the surface of winter ice.

Murong Changhong's and Murong Changge's expressions changed at the same time, and they clearly felt a trace of incomparably strong killing intent.

A flash of cold light.

Murong Changhong felt a slight pain, and soon the pain was infinitely magnified, and the rich smell of blood continued to penetrate into his nostrils, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The gaze follows the source of the pain.

Murong Changhong was like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail, and let out a sharp panicked sound, "My arm ......"

Murong Changhong's expression became extremely hideous.

Hearing the sharp voice, the corners of Murong Changge's mouth twitched involuntarily, and a strong crisis appeared in his heart, making him feel a trace of escape in his heart.

But Murong Zihan didn't give him a chance to escape.

The willow eyebrow sword pierced directly and ruthlessly through his abdomen.

The severe pain made Murong Changge a little crazy, and he retreated backwards as if he was crazy.

Everything happened between calcium carbide sparks.

By the time the second elder and the other three reacted, they had already suffered heavy losses.

"It's ......"

The second elder looked at Li Qifeng with a shocked expression, as if he had seen a ghost.

Murong Changhong's expression became extremely hideous, with bloodthirsty killing intent in his eyes, Murong Zihan was too vicious to attack, and directly cut off one of his arms, which undoubtedly ruined his general cultivation, a martial artist who lost his right arm, who cares?

The severe pain made the corners of Murong Changge's mouth twitch constantly, but his expression was extremely calm, and his hands covered the bleeding wounds, which made people feel very weird.

The eyes of the three of them focused on Murong Zihan's body.

Murong Zihan's expression became very pale, her body exuded a faint fluctuation of internal force, fine beads of sweat continued to ooze from her forehead, and her body was standing, giving people an incomparably thin feeling, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

But—

The second elder and the other three didn't dare to make a move easily, and they had a sense of jealousy in their hearts.

(End of chapter)

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