People respect me, I respect people. Those who respect others will also be respected.

Those who do not respect others should be treated in the same way as others.

Xu Tianzhen is not the kind of character who will repay him, but everyone has bullied him to the doorstep, and he can't just sit still. Yes, he can't compare with Emperor Qianhuang and Ning Donglai's cultivation and power, so what can he do? From the beginning when he came to the cultivation realm, he has survived in the cracks of various forces, and he has never been afraid of anyone.

On the one hand, he immediately dialed Qiao Xin and Shen Baoshuang's phone numbers and explained the situation to make them more careful. On the one hand, he followed Ning Qianhao all the way, and he made up his mind to capture Ning Qianhao.

Hmph, aren't you going to arrest my woman?

Finally, Ning Qianhao and those disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect turned to a relatively remote road. Xu Tian sneered and immediately slashed out the Divine Sense Knife...... A disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect felt that the sea of consciousness was about to explode, and the whole person immediately squatted on the ground and let out a cry of pain.

Ning Qianhao and the others all stopped and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I ...... I don't know, my head looks like it's going to explode. ”

"So, you two stay and send him back. Xiaohui, you come with me to the police station. ”

"Yes. ”

The young man named Xiaohui followed Ning Qianhao forward. After waiting for a certain distance, suddenly, a faint blue light flashed from behind him, heading straight for the back of Xiaohui's head. Xiaohui immediately dodged to the side...... Poof! Another knife light came and directly slashed him.

When Ning Qianhao turned around, he saw a person with a scimitar hanging in one hand, glaring at him coldly.

"Are you...... Song Yu?" Ning Qianhao was taken aback and said in a lost voice: "Aren't you dead?"

"You're dead!"

This Song Yu, of course, is what Xu Tian pretended.

Xu Tian sneered: "Our Song family has always been the emperor's people, and now, my father has gone undercover to Ning Donglai's side, and I ...... Hmph, this trip is for you. ”

Song Yu is dead, who saw it? This news came from Dongfang Zhuo and Fujitafu. At that time, they saw with their own eyes that Lu Guanxiong betrayed Emperor Qianhuang and killed Song Yu with one sword. Originally, Lu Guanxiong and Song Zu were both emperors and emperors, could it be said that they were really acting? However, Song Yu's head was cut off and he rolled out on the ground, which was absolutely not fake.

The corners of Xu Tian's mouth flashed with a very disdainful smile, if someone can pretend to be Han Bing, can't someone pretend to be Song Yu again? If Lu Guanxiong is not allowed to kill "Song Yu", how can this bitter plan succeed.

Ning Qianhao stared at Xu Tian again and again, and said coldly, "Are you really Song Yu?"

Xu Tian laughed and said, "Haha, isn't it Song Yu, don't you know when you look at my nine stacks of waves?"

The Full Moon Scimitar slid through an arc and slashed towards Ning Qianhao.

Ning Qianhao waved a golden sword, blocked the scimitar, and sneered: "Song Yu, I think you are killing yourself!"

Xu Tian didn't say a word, and slashed down one by one, each knife mixed with whirling energy. A knife is heavier than a knife, and a knife is more sharp than a knife. Ning Qianhao's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise, among these young disciples of the Hidden Sect, it should be that only Ji Xianxian of the Tianxin Sect could compete with him. Unexpectedly, Song Yu of the Song family is also so powerful, even better than himself. If he didn't use some means, he would probably be here today.

The master has made a move, only fighting for the first line.

"Thousand Blink Sword. Ning Qianhao shouted, his wrist flipped, and golden sword shadows rippled out. The speed of each sword shadow was very fast, as if there were hundreds of thousands of rays of light in the blink of an eye, firmly enveloping Xu Tian.

This scene is somewhat similar to Fan Xiyang's Ziyang hand, but in the palm shadow of Ziyang's hand, there are purple mist. And in the sword shadow rippling out of the golden sword, there are golden rays of light, which are even more dazzling. To put it simply, this sword technique of the Thousand Blink Sword was a bit like an illusion, but it had no effect on Xu Tian. Regardless of a thousand swords or ten thousand swords, there is actually only one sword.

When! Xu Tian's whirling slash came up and slashed at the golden sword alive, instantly shattering the sword shadows in the sky.

Ning Qianhao had already broken through to the second layer of the Martial Saint of Internal Strength, and it was already remarkable to have such a cultivation at such a young age. However, compared to Xu Tian, it was still a little worse, the realm of the late stage of the seventh layer of qi refining was equivalent to a martial saint of the first layer of internal strength, but his overall strength was comparable to a martial saint of the third layer of internal strength. Weighing it like this, Ning Qianhao suffered a loss, his tiger's mouth shook violently, he stepped back several steps, and the golden sword almost came out of his hand.

His eyes glared at Xu Tian in horror, and he said in shock, "You...... Are you a Martial Saint of the third layer of internal strength?"

Xu Tian held the Full Moon Scimitar high and sneered, "What do you think?"

"You're not Song Yu!" Ning Qianhao said suddenly.

"You know now, it's too late, one!"

Xu Tian took out his sword continuously, blocking Ning Qianhao's east, west, south, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest, eight directions, and the eight knives were transformed into one knife, mixed with a momentum that captured the heavens and the earth, and slashed down.

Ning Qianhao's face changed drastically, he waved the golden sword with both hands, greeted him, and shouted: "Emperor's sword!"

There was a muffled sound, and a sword and a sword collided together, Xu Tian was shocked and took a few steps back, and Ning Qianhao ...... He was no better, the whole person turned upside down on his back, but his hands still clutched the golden sword, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and blood seeped out.

Finally, Ning Qianhao stood firm, stared at Xu Tian, and said word by word: "Who are you?"

"I'm Xu Tian. Xu Tian held the knife in one hand and walked forward step by step, the tip of the knife slashed across the ground, making a sneering sound, and sparks shot out.

"Xu Tian, I should have thought of you a long time ago...... Poof~~~" Ning Qianhao opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, raised the golden sword high in both hands, and shouted: "Come!"

"Do you still have a chance of fighting?"

Xu Tian walked forward, and when he went up, it was a divine sense knife.

Ning Qianhao's qi and blood were churning, he had already suffered internal injuries, and he looked high-spirited on the surface, but in fact he was already at the end of his crossbow. This time, how could he bear it, he sprayed a mouthful of blood again, knelt on one knee with the golden sword in his hand, and gasped: "Xu Tian, I'm ...... admit it, you give me a good time. ”

Who knows if he is pretending to be or fake? Ning Qianhao's cultivation is too high, Xu Tian doesn't dare to be sloppy at all. He stopped, and another Divine Sense knife slammed into him. When did Ning Qianhao suffer such a grievance, he finally fell to the ground, and even the golden sword in his hand fell off.