Just like the current situation, the gap between the strength of the little soldier and Ning Yaozong is too large, and it is convenient to cause the vibration of this space.

Coupled with the spiritual pressure of Ming Liangzi and others, the frozen space will soon collapse.

If you don't slip away at this time, will you stay and wait to be slaughtered? It's better to go and meet the cute little Xi'er.

Ning Yaozong's lifeblood pill was stolen, and at this time, he was holding his breath and releasing the spiritual pressure, and with the efforts of everyone, this absolute space was finally broken.

However, Xiao Bing's figure had already disappeared into the sky, and what was even more helpless was that he did not attack from beginning to end except for a punch, and Ning Yaozong couldn't find a clue even if he wanted to chase someone.

This place suddenly fell silent, and everyone seemed to be waiting for Ning Yaozong to make a decision.

But no one dared to make a sound, the thunderbolt of Ning Yaozong's fists now crackled crisply, his face was gloomy to the extreme, a good tooth was about to be bitten off, and his temples were constantly bulging, showing his extremely unstable mood at this time.

Whoever dares to provoke him, he will definitely fight with the other party without hesitation.

When Ning Yaozong's anger was beyond measure, Wu Ming, whose head was stuffed into the crack in space, finally encountered a disaster.

An unknown boulder crashed into the spatial crack and happened to hit his head, and his head suddenly blossomed.

And as soon as his soul escaped, a gust of wind blew, enveloping his soul and constantly biting.

In the spatial crack that called the sky should not be called the earth and the earth, Wu Ming's soul flew away.

"Click"

A crisp sound came from Zhou Yuhuai's spatial ring, and Ning Yaozong suddenly turned his head and stared at the person sitting there cross-legged.

Zhou Yuhuai's eyes opened suddenly, and after seeing Ning Yaozong's eyes, his body shuddered: "Master...... Master...... Senior Brother Ming, he ......"

"Say!"

"Soul Jade Jane, shattered!"

Zhou Yuhuai's voice fell, and Ning Yaozong's figure disappeared from everyone's sight.

When everyone arrived at the place of the battle, they only saw a headless corpse lying there, wearing the clothes of the Ningxi Sword Sect.

"Ah......h

Ning Yaozong raised his head to the sky and roared, and the crows that stayed around in the area let out a "quack" cry and flew into the sky, and several black crow feathers flew down from mid-air.

Ning Yaozong picked up the corpse on the ground, his body trembling slightly.

This time, they were here to support Wu Ming and catch the fanatics who killed him from the Ningxi Sword Sect.

As a result, I still didn't even see the shadow of the madman.

In addition to the loss of a core disciple of the third order of the Saint Realm, the elixir that his Ning Yao Sect relied on to advance to the rank was also robbed.

I couldn't swallow this suffocated anger, and Zuihou turned into a mouthful of blood and spurted out.

Ming Liangzi breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart when he saw this, the strength of the Ningxi Sword Sect and the Mingyu Sword Sect was almost the same, if it weren't for the fact that he had a beautiful daughter who climbed the Bronze Sword Sect, he was afraid that the ninth and tenth positions would have to be changed in a few years.

And now, there is only one of the four disciples of the Ningxi Sword Sect left, and Ning Yaozong has no pills, and he can rest easy in the past few hundred years.

Although the bottom of my heart is happy, I still have to do the superficial work.

Ming Liangzi stepped forward slowly, hugged his fists and said: "Brother Ning, the Ningxi Sword Sect has suddenly undergone a big change, and it is not appropriate for us to stay, so I will leave here, Brother Ning should mourn and change!" ”