Chapter 137: Words are not speculative, always spoken

These so-called chess pieces are so well hidden that if they can't be caught red-handed, I'm afraid no one knows who they are.

I saw that the four dark list people carried Mu Chuqing and the others on their shoulders, and with the assistance of Tu Huang's powerful force, they successfully left from the battle fluctuations between Liu Yuntian and the old man Kurong, and were not harmed in the slightest.

Of course, during this period, the four Yin Wood Five Elements Bodies were in a state of coma, completely lambs to the slaughter.

"Mr. Kurong, let Benjun help you. After Tu Huang sent those people away, the anger suppressed in his heart instantly exploded, and when he raised his hand, a flame ignited, and he joined the battle circle between Liu Yuntian and the old man Kurong.

The old man Kurong ignored Tu Huang, at this moment he poured all his mind into Liu Yuntian's body, otherwise if this tug-of-war was a little careless, he would fall into a place of no return, after all, this is the Shenmu Sect, and it is Liu Yuntian's territory.

But Liu Yuntian was nervous, and while competing with the old man Kurong for the power of the totem, he was always on guard against Tu Huang, lest he sneak attack from behind.

Sure enough, Tu Huang was a dignified Heaven Rank powerhouse, but he still couldn't get rid of the problem of sneak attack, although he had been reminded before, he was still taking advantage of the danger of others, and a huge pillar of flame condensation was condensed between his hands, which smashed down from behind Liu Yuntian.

Liu Yuntian was slightly shocked when he saw this, and when he couldn't resist the sneak attack, he could only condense the totem phantom behind him, and use the power of Yumu Tiangang to exert the defense of the field. But Tu Huang's attack was not trivial, even if he could use the power of the domain in time, he still couldn't escape the fate of being hit hard.

Fortunately, when Tu Huang's attack approached Liu Yuntian, a condensed giant sword broke through the ground and pierced through Tu Huang, forcing him to defend himself and weaken to Liu Yuntian's sneak attack.

"This is Zimu Tianzong, Zi Yuanzi is really still alive?" Tu Huang was shocked, and recognized the move to attack him at a glance, but he never expected that the person who came would actually be Mei Yuan, the head of the Seven Veins of Shenmu.

At this moment, Zi Yuanzi Mei Yuan pointed to the sky with one hand, and sword qi flowed in his fingertips, and the position he was standing on was against Liu Yuntian's back, where was there a little bit of grudge against him when he robbed King's Landing of the secret.

"Tu Huang, you are the fourth monarch of the Kingdom of God, and you have done such a thing with someone like the old man Kurong, and you should be punished for slaughtering my Shenmu Sect. Zi Yuanzi's voice was calm, but there was a violent anger in his tone, "However, the Lord of this hall has no energy to waste on you now. ”

Zi Yuanzi said this not to find a reason for himself to admit it, but because his target was the old man Kurong. At that moment, I saw that the sword on Zi Yuanzi's fingertips swirled in a circle, condensing into a sharper giant sword, and went straight through the old man Kurong.

It turned out that his target was him.

"Sect Master, the old thief will be handed over to me, and the grievances between me and him should be resolved. Zi Yuanzi was full of anger, staring coldly at the eyes of the old man Kurong, and from time to time burst out sparks of destruction of everything.

The old man Kurong easily blocked the attack that looked at Zi Yuanzi, and at the same time, there was extreme disdain hidden in his eyes, and there was a strong sense of sympathy for no reason.

"Your eyes are still so annoying, especially with your face. Zi Yuanzi snorted softly, put his hands behind his back, and looked down on the old man Kurong with a victorious attitude.

The old man sneered, "I don't know why you're still alive, but your precious son is dead. ”

I saw Zi Yuanzi's expression condensed slightly, which made the old man Kurong smile even more proudly.

"According to the old man's guess, you should have discussed it with Liu Yuntian, and deliberately played a scene of rebellion in the nest to lead us to be fooled," the mockery of the old man Kurong became stronger and stronger when he said this, "I have to say, you can detect something unusual and make such a stupid decision, this is very the practice of the Shenmu Sect." ”

Zi Yuanzi sneered, "Really?"

The old man Kurong won a little bit over Zi Yuanzi in words, and he couldn't help but feel pleasure in his heart, and said, "But it's a pity, Liu Yuntian finally used your precious son and killed him with the help of our hands." ”

"I might as well tell you that your precious bastard has always been a very obedient dog," the old man Kurong continued, "Although he was very majestic in the Shenmu Sect, he still died like a dog after all. ”

Zi Yuanzi showed a grim smile and said, "What do you want to explain?"

The old man Kurong said: "I don't believe you didn't hear it, I said that you are like a dog, and I will take your dog's life today and be your precious son as a companion." ”

Obviously, there is an indelible hatred between Zi Yuanzi and Old Man Kurong, and the story is quite complicated.

Although the two of them said so much, they always didn't talk speculatively, and had to solve it with their fists. If it can be solved with fists, it must be the best choice for Zi Yuanzi.

The attacks of the two Heaven Rank powerhouses were comparable to destroying the heavens and the earth, and the sword qi that burst out from Zi Yuanzi's body swirled in the air, but no matter how much distance passed, the final direction was still the key point of the old man Kurong.

"Purple Wood Sky Vertical ...... Ten thousand swords return to the sect and break. In Zi Yuanzi's hand, a sword condensed by plants and trees appeared, covered with the power of a strong totem, and shot out of his hand with the momentum of a hundred-step flying sword, cutting through the surrounding air flow and distorting the space.

The old man did not dare to be careless, and slowly raised his hand to descend, a brown vortex that devoured vitality expanded in his palm, and the things he touched instantly withered into dust, even if it was an invisible sword qi, he could not escape the result of being devoured.

Without a strong defense, as well as the power of the weeping Laku, all attacks would be just a process in the hands of the old man.

"Your precious son was sucked dry of his essence and died," exclaimed the old man Kurong, "and now it's your turn, Mei Yuan." ”

"Do you want to avenge your revenge for being drained of your essence and blood twenty years ago?" Zi Yuanzi snorted, "It's a pity that you found the wrong person, your life was already destined twenty years ago, and you can't imagine any change." ”

"Mei Yuan, I didn't expect you to be such a ruthless person, don't forget that your precious son died. "The old man Kurong always uses this incident to hit Zi Yuanzi, and his purpose is to upset the other party, so as to expose the flaws and then kill them in one go.

However, Zi Yuanzi's heart did not fluctuate at all, and the attack in his hand became more decisive.

It was difficult for the old man to conquer Zi Yuanzi for a while, so he immediately moved out of a secret of the year, so that the other party's will would collapse.

At this time, Zimu Tianzong has been for a long time for the years of withering glory.

However, Zi Yuanzi's attack did not cause much damage to the old man Kurong, and the old man also did not have the upper hand, and the two were in a state of seesaw. After all, this is the main battlefield in the Divine Wood Sect, Zi Yuanzi, and you can use the power that belongs to this Divine Tree.

"I've never been a ruthless person, but I won't be emotional, otherwise I wouldn't be able to be the master of this Purple Wood Sword Temple," Zi Yuanzi's voice faintly revealed a trace of sadness, "In addition, I'll tell you another secret, Mei Du is not my son." ”

The old man Kurong was slightly stunned when he heard this, and mocked: "If your son is dead, just say that it is not your own son, you can really quibble." ”

But not long after this sentence was finished, the old man Kurong's expression was extremely uncalm, and he asked urgently: "It's not your son, whose son is it?"

Zi Yuanzi was indifferent for a moment, and said indifferently: "What do you say?"

In just three words, what fell on the ears of the old man Kurong was a bolt from the blue, and it was difficult to digest for a lifetime.