Such a strange change made Nangong Yu's heart tremble. The Xiaoyao Sect has a Northern Spiritual Skill that can absorb people's power, and he knows it. However, even Dugu Qinxin back then only used this exercise as a body protection skill, and did not dare to absorb people's skills, and its danger can be seen. So for the first time in hundreds of years, someone has resorted to this mastery.

"Let go...... I'm ......" Nangong Yu said with a pained expression on his face. The feeling of powerlessness that the true qi of the whole body was uncontrollable, the fear of losing martial arts, and the humiliation of being defeated for the first time in his life all came to my heart. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everything around him became blurred, except for the girl in front of him. Such an unbelievable thing, but at this moment, it is as terrifying as a purgatory Shura.

"Let go of you? You devil, wouldn't you be a tiger returning to the mountain if you let you go, and today I, Mozi Immortal, will do the right thing for the sky, except for you, the scourge. A trace of killing intent flashed in Zixian's clear eyes, and the Northern Spiritual Skill accelerated. Not only the true qi, but even the vitality in Nangong Yu's body was peeled off the body bit by bit with that terrifying exercise.

"You ...... Hypocritical and decent people...... It is said to be the way of heaven, but it is just a ...... Hypocritical excuses...... "Nangong Yu's voice became weaker and weaker, and the Holy Flame Order changed from the original nine to five, and it was already a little powerless to resist Dugu Jiujian.

Just as Zixian wanted to make more efforts to kill this Nangong Yu, a miserable howl came into her ears.

Stunned, he glanced at the ground, only to see that many people in the Ming Sect had quietly landed during the period of stalemate between themselves and Nangong Yu, and everyone grabbed a fellow Jianghu who couldn't move, and pressed a sharp blade against their necks.

"Mo Zixian, let go of our sect leader, otherwise we will let these people be buried together!" A man with an extremely ugly appearance and a thin skeleton shouted while raising his knife in his hand and cutting off the head of a Tang Sect disciple. The head fell to the ground, and its eyes were still open, and those eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

"Ah Xiang!!" Tang Suyao cried and shouted: "You have the ability to rush at me, don't kill my family!" ”

The Tang Sect disciples all burst into tears, and their bodies trembled with grief and fear. When the people of the other sects saw this scene, they all couldn't bear it and lowered their eyes.

"Coming at you? All right! However, a beautiful woman like you, but I, Fan Jian, am reluctant to cut off your head, why don't you cut something else? The thin Fan Jian said, the tip of the knife with blood still picked up, picking Tang Suyao's belt, and the silk trousers slid down the snow-white thighs and fell to the ground.

Fan Jian withdrew the long knife, walked towards Tang Suyao step by step with a wicked smile, and his dirty hand touched her beautiful face and slowly moved down.

"Don't, don't touch me...... Please, kill me. Tang Suyao trembled, and a fear greater than death enveloped her.

"Don't touch my daughter! …… Song Hantian! It's all your doing! If you hadn't instigated me to knock out that Mo Ziling's bottle with my qi sword finger, how would we have been slaughtered! Let me tell you, if my daughter has three longs and two shorts, none of you in the Tianshan Sect will think about it......" Tang Qifeng, the master of the Tang Sect, roared angrily.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked. Soon, a pair of fire-breathing eyes turned to Song Hantian.

"It's you!"

"Song Hantian, what kind of heart do you have, you are unwilling not to kill us, are you?"

"Hmph, I've already seen that the Tianshan faction harbors evil intentions......"

"The Tianshan faction has always been sneaky, and it does some unsightly things. I heard from my friends in Wudang that they also use life and death charms to control others to collect money for them! ”

"Really? It's too much! What's the difference between this and the Demon Cult? ”

"There is no difference in the first place, this time it may be that they secretly colluded with the Demon Sect and did it on purpose!"

"We've always treated them as decent, I'm sorry!"

"The surname Song, Lao Tzu x your ancestor! If Lao Tzu doesn't die this time, you will definitely make your whole family die a good death! ”

"Exterminate the Tianshan faction, count me Kunlun!"

"Amitabha, slay demons and eliminate demons, my Shaolin faction is duty-bound......"

……

"What a noise!" A Mingjiao sect member said viciously: "If you quarrel again, I will kill you all!" ”

"If you want to kill, you demons will not die well!" Ziling's senior sister He Jinxiu said.

"Yoh? Is there anyone who is not afraid of death? Uncle, I will fulfill you. ”

"Stop!" Zixian hurriedly shouted: "Let them go, I will definitely let your sect leader go." ”

"You let go of our sect leader first, right away! Otherwise, I'll leave this chick in a different place at once. ”

What to do? Zixian's heart was anxious. Knowing that it is impossible for people from the Demon Sect to keep their word, they can't watch Senior Sister He die like this, right?

That sect member obviously didn't have much patience, and seeing that Zixian didn't let go of Nangong Yu, he swung his knife and slashed at He Jinxiu.

"Don't!" Zixian let go of the weak Nangong Yu, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning and flew down. The Qiushui Traceless Sword slashed into the air, and a sword aura slashed the sect member's arm together.

He Jinxiu watched in horror as he was about to use a knife to cut his arm just now and fell to the ground, blood spurted all over the ground, and his hand was still holding the knife tightly.

The cultist was stunned for a few seconds before he felt a piercing pain come over him, and he fell to the ground and struggled, screaming hoarsely from his mouth.

"Mo Zixian, there are so many people here, how many can you save?" Nangong Yu rode the Golden Winged Dragon Beast and looked down at Zixian and said coldly.

"If you can save a few, you can save a few." Zixian replied. It seems to be facing Nangong Yu, and it seems to be facing himself.

Life in the world, not to seek perfection, only to be worthy of the heart.