Xia Xin's face turned pale, and he was holding on to the discomfort of his body, and the Heaven Slaying Sword appeared from the void again, manipulating the direction with his telekinesis, and kicking the hilt of the sword violently with one foot, the target was the middle-aged. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe latter was just about to return to the team, when suddenly he felt a feeling of hair standing on the side of his body letting him know that there was danger behind him.

The "Woo Guy" Heaven Killing Sword has a rapid speed, and with Xia Xin's kick, the speed is almost invisible to the naked eye. directly hit the middle-aged man who attacked Xia Xin.

The latter screamed again, like a demonic cry. He didn't die, but his other hand was also cut off, and he still had the entire shoulder of the only remaining arm, he kept vomiting blood in his mouth, and he looked back at Xia Xin with resentment, he didn't dare to trouble the old man in black, so he put all his hatred on Xia Xin, and then broke through the space and fled.

"Are you okay?" Zhenwu just quietly watched Xia Xin's actions, with some admiration in his heart.

Xia Xin shook his head, looked at the arm that was holding him, gritted his teeth, and grabbed it violently. It was in severe pain, but Xia Xin didn't scream, he gritted his teeth tightly, and the blood in his mouth continued to remain.

"Whew. Phew" Xia Xin gasped, looked at a hole in his shoulder, took out a pill from the Shukong Ring and swallowed it in his abdomen.

The people present who saw this change gasped one after another, this person is really ruthless, ruthless to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

"Who is this person?" Not only were those invaders puzzled, but even the children of the Xia clan didn't recognize Xia Xin.

"This man belongs to the Martial Pavilion, and I saw him come in with the people of the Martial Pavilion. "One shows off his sharp eyes.

"Bullshit, why did the people of the Martial Pavilion kill so many people from the sect for no reason? He also killed my senior brother. "One person hates Xia Xin, if it weren't for an unfathomable old man who was invincible to even the Sage in front of him, he would have to go over to avenge his senior brother. Of course, it was only when Xia Xin was seriously injured that he thought of revenge.

"This man wouldn't be... People of the Xia Clan, right?" said one of them cautiously.

"How is it possible? The Xia people outside have almost been killed, how can the remaining few remnant fish have the courage to come back? If they come, they will die, and the Xia people will be destroyed, which is a foregone conclusion. Someone vetoed it, as if they knew something inside, and said heavy news.

This time, not only the Ninety-Five Clan came, but also the Yin and Yang Sect, and it is said that there were also a few people from the Chaos Divine Skill. In addition to a few big forces, there were also many masters of Xianyun Yehe, and most of them fought a decisive battle within the Xia clan.

Xia Xin closed his eyes to heal his wounds, and after taking the pill, the blood hole on his shoulder was no longer bleeding. The injury this time was very serious, and if you don't recuperate well, it is very likely that you will leave a curse. That place was so close to the heart, and it was really a bit of luck that he was still standing here, thanks to Lady Luck.

After taking the clothes sent by the Zhenwu people, he endured the severe pain after putting them on, and rushed to the inner domain of the Xia clan.

"Good boy..."Zhenwu secretly praised, and most of the people present also showed admiration. After the former gave the order to kill someone on the spot, he took Wu Hao and the Seven Saints of Wu Pavilion to the inner region of the Xia Clan.

"Boom, boom.." The sound of collisions was endless, and Xia Xin became more and more anxious on the way there. Suddenly, a violent wave of qi formed a wave pattern from the front, and it swung out in waves. Xia Xin was ejected. Fortunately, Zhenwu came and helped him.

"It's open inside, and looking at the strength of the air waves, it should be... The Ninth Order is in a confrontation. Zhenwu said solemnly.

Xia Xin was anxious, he knew a little about the Xia clan's heritage, on the bright side, there was only one ancestor who should have died, but appeared strangely, Xia Mad was a god-level powerhouse. As the strongest person in the Xia Clan, he has already exchanged fire with the enemy, let alone those people below.

Xia Xin was about to struggle out of Zhenwu's hand, but the latter asked him not to move, and then rushed at full speed with the martial arts powerhouses.

On the huge martial arts stage, there are two groups of people standing at both ends of the stage. On the viewing platform 100 zhang away from the east of the Yanwu platform, there were nearly 20 people watching, divided into four teams.

A sloppy, disheveled crane-haired old man smiled and said to a woman beside him, "Oh, the Xia clan doesn't seem to be in a good situation?"

"Their speed is too fast, even if the ancestor of the Xia clan is injured, the one of the Nine Five Clan can't help Xia Zu in a short time. The woman beside the sloppy old man frowned, looked at the old man who was talking to him with some disgust, and said coldly: "You can't wash it?

The old man laughed and said, "What's wrong with the ruffians in the market? Ruoxue, aren't all the people in your Heavenly Ice Temple cold marks? You don't care about anything or anyone, why do you care about my appearance?"

The woman called Ruoxue snorted coldly: "I don't care, but... You're too close to me. Also, I'm not familiar with you, so don't be so affectionate. ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, this is still close to the normal distance between two people, and he was puzzled: "What's the problem?"

Next to the woman was an indifferent middle-aged man, leaning against the stone pillar with his sword in his hands on his chest. Seeing this, he walked between the old man and the woman Ruoxue. The old man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Han Jian, what are you doing here?"

The indifferent middle-aged Ben, who was called Han Jian, looked at the sky above the martial arts platform, and after hearing the words, he turned his head to look at the old man and did not speak.

The old man's hair stood on end, and he suddenly felt a powerful sword intent, and countless illusionary sword qi were between illusion and reality, as if he was going to stab him into a hedgehog in the next moment. Then I heard the middle-aged indifferent voice sound

"Whoever beats her idea, die!"

The smile on the old man's face was gone, and it became extremely ugly. Then he shouted angrily: "It is said that sword cultivation is several times stronger than the same level, and the old man wants to see if it is true." After speaking, the powerful aura on his body gushed out, and the gray aura stirred, causing some people to look sideways.

"Yin ghost. A faint voice sounded, just calling the old man's name, and suddenly the latter's spiritual power froze, looking at the indifferent middle-aged man and snorting coldly, not looking for trouble.

Someone looked for the source of the sound, but couldn't find the exact location, and his face was shocked.

There were a total of nineteen people present, four of them were the forces of the Chaos God Palace led by the sloppy old man, the cold woman and the indifferent middle-aged woman with five cold breaths were the Beichuan Tianbing Temple, and three were a little afraid to see people, with a wide cloak, but this cloak was a little strange, not the common black, it seemed to be specially made, and there were two colors...

It is half black and half white.

The other four were scattered and watched the battle alone. A boy sits on the back of a hornless bull. One is a big man, with a big knife behind his back, the knife shape is weird, there are spikes protruding, and the cold cold light stings people's hearts. The third is a jade gentleman, with a wooden fan gently fanning and a gentle smile on his face. The last one was very ordinary, very ordinary-looking, the kind that could not be found in the pile, dressed in simple clothes, but did not look at the martial arts stage, but quietly drank wine on the stone table.

The sound of "knock" sounded again, and two people appeared on the stage...

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