If time could come back, they would definitely not put Zhao Xiaoning in the inner city, otherwise the current situation would not have happened!

"Your attack doesn't hurt me at all!"

Zhao Xiao was quietly suspended in mid-air, looking at Wu Long's eyes full of contempt, the power of the eighth-level folding formation was really extraordinary, as long as he was in the formation, no one could hurt him, even if the other party was a second-grade protector general.

"Die!"

Wu Long spat out thunder, only to see a mouthful of natal essence blood spewed out between his hands, and the essence blood fell on the official seal, causing it to burst out with a dazzling golden light, like a round of tomorrow, exuding a brilliant light, even if it was hundreds of miles away, you could feel this dazzling light.

At the same time, the momentum of the eight tigers in the air became more and more amazing, and even the volume became much larger, each head was more than ten meters long, looking menacing, exuding an almost suffocating aura.

This was Wu Long's strongest blow, he had already used the energy of the official seal, and the power was so terrifying that he could even kill the monks at the peak of the Ghost Ancestor in an instant.

As soon as the eight-headed tiger came out, the void suddenly became trembling, giving people a sign that it would be annihilated at any time. They shuttled through the void, roaring, and the breath alone made everyone in the General's Mansion look like ashes, and even many ordinary people fainted in fright.

Roar!

The eight-headed tiger roared and rushed towards Zhao Xiaoning, both in terms of momentum and speed that had improved too much compared to before.

Seeing this scene, everyone knows that Zhao Xiaoning is mostly finished!

Yes.

This time he's really finished.

You must know that any one of the eight tigers has an aura of destruction, and if the eight of them appear in a certain place at the same time, then the space of that place will definitely be annihilated. Once the space is annihilated, not to mention Zhao Xiaoning, a monk at the level of the Ghost Emperor, even the Ghost Ancestor will have to be wiped out, right?

Just when everyone thought that Zhao Xiaoning was going to die, they saw that the young man moved, his expression was indifferent, and his hands pinched out strange laws one after another, and at the same time, people felt as if some kind of change had taken place in the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

Immediately after, thousands of sword qi appeared in the air, and those sword qi gathered together, making the void tremble.

Whoosh!

Countless sword qi appeared out of thin air, crushing towards the eight-headed fierce tiger.

For a moment, the sky shook.

The breakable shock wave crushed in all directions, even in mid-air, but many buildings in the General's Mansion could not withstand the impact and collapsed, but fortunately, people were watching the battle and there were no casualties.

The eight-headed tiger was extremely fierce, but the sword qi that appeared out of thin air was even more terrifying, and they directly surrounded the eight-headed tiger and strangled it!

"Damn, who are you? Who the hell are you?"

Feeling that the aura of the eight-headed tiger was weakening, Wu Long let out an angry roar!

As a second-grade protector general, he has never been so embarrassed as he is now, he thought that he could kill him with the strongest force in the official seal, but he didn't expect to still be defeated by the other party.

Exercise!

The official seal symbolizes the imperial court, and now Zhao Xiaoning can compete with it, could it be that he can compete with the imperial court?

Burst!

At this moment, a fierce tiger was directly annihilated, and its annihilation directly caused Wu Long to spurt out a mouthful of blood, yes, he was counterattacked, which made the expression on his face more and more pale, and there was fear spreading in his eyes!

Twenty years ago, Qing Ning escaped from the General's Mansion without permission, and if she calculates the time, her child will be eighteen or nineteen years old!

Eighteen or nineteen years old!

Eighteen or nineteen years old!

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he can compete with the ghost ancestor who holds the second-grade official seal, and even crush him everywhere.

Just thinking about this thing Wulong is almost suffocating!

This is a demon!

Regret!

Strong remorse rose in Wu Long's heart, if he hadn't clashed with Zhao Xiaoning before, didn't tear his face, and forgave him directly, then Zhao Xiaoning would definitely be grateful to the General's Mansion. If he grows up, this will definitely be a big help to the General's Mansion.

And now, the two sides are on the same page.

Burst!

With the annihilation of another fierce tiger, Wu Long spurted out another mouthful of blood, and at this moment he wanted to end this fight, but if this happened, then the General's Mansion would not be able to gain a foothold in Wen'an Mansion. Because he could feel that many cultivators were watching the battle on this side.

"Wulong, admit defeat, you are not the opponent of your benefactor!"

A loud voice sounded, and then an old man with a crane on his feet appeared in mid-air.

Seeing that it was Yuwen Ankang, Zhao Xiaoning couldn't help frowning, obviously he didn't expect him to appear here, and he was riding such a cool bird. Moreover, listening to the tone of his speech, it seems to be even more bullish than Wu Long.

"I've seen the military advisor!"

After Yuwen Ankang appeared, Wu Long hurriedly saluted, not only Zhao Xiaoning was surprised, but even he was surprised, I don't know why Yuwen Ankang came.

"Strategist?"

Zhao Xiaoning was a little stunned, and after reacting, his heart trembled fiercely.

Fuck me!

This Yuwen Ankang shouldn't be the person of the King of the Southern Wilderness, right?

Yes!

Definitely.

You must know that Wu Long is one of the eight protectors under the King of the Southern Wilderness, and he can call the other party a military advisor, and Yuwen Ankang must be the military advisor in front of the Southern Wilderness King's tent.

Although Zhao Xiaoning knew that Yuwen Ankang was very likely to be a big man, he never dreamed that he would break to such an extent.

To put it bluntly, this is the existence of one person under ten thousand people in the entire Southern Wilderness.

Thinking about it carefully, it is relieved, first Yuwen Xiaolong asked the bandits of Qinglong Mountain to go to Zhaojiatun, and then invited the four masters of Feitianmen to be bodyguards, these things are obviously not something that ordinary people can do.

"Don't put away the official seal yet, do you want to die?" Yuwen Ankang snorted angrily, although he was just an ordinary person, but he exuded an aura unique to the superiors. That aura even Wu Long was afraid of.

"Yes!"

Wu Long agreed, pinched the trick with both hands, and directly put away the natal official seal. Although he really wanted to kill Zhao Xiaoning, he also knew that this was almost unrealistic, and instead of this, it was better to push the boat down this step along the river.

"Don't disturb the idlers in the general's mansion, but if anyone violates it, die!"

At this time, another loud voice sounded, and as soon as these words came out, the monks who were watching the excitement from a distance hurriedly withdrew their gaze. They could feel the powerful majesty revealed in that voice, and this majesty was even several times stronger than Yuwen Ankang.

"This sound is familiar!"

Zhao Xiaoning frowned slightly, he always felt that this voice was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

When he looked in the direction where the voice came from, the whole person couldn't help but be stunned, how could it be him?

(End of chapter)