Xiao Rudao is a natural warrior, and his destination should be the battlefield.

Any words such as stupid and stubborn, when used on Xiao Rudao, is an insult to Xiao Rudao.

He's not stupid, he just has his insistence, his choices, and his heart that he can't violate.

Nangong Ruoxi was a little reluctant in her heart after all, although she didn't love Xiao Rudao, but this man loved her, she was not hard-hearted.

For Xiao Rudao, who is obsessed with her, how can she not have a little compassion in her heart.

Mt. Shaomuro has been closed today, and all tourists have been stopped at the bottom of the mountain.

Nalan Wudao came in person, and there was a battle with Shaomu Mountain.

And the Supreme Pavilion, a behemoth in the hearts of the northerners, its headquarters is in this Shaomu Mountain.

The Southern Holy Gate, the battle with Shaomuro Mountain, finally kicked off.

The abbot of Shaomuro Mountain looked at the middle-aged man who was standing with his hands in his hands.

"Lord Nalan has come from afar, please forgive the poor monk for his sin of poor hospitality." The abbot looked at Nalan Wudao and bowed slightly.

The generation of Tianjiao of Chinese martial arts, "a generation of Tianjiao" Nalan Wudao deserves these four words.

"Bald donkey, put away these vain, I came today to set foot in this Supreme Pavilion, call those old guys out, and fight with me, you are not my opponent." Nalan Wudao looked at the abbot and said lightly.

"Nalan donor's martial arts are world-famous, and the poor monk is naturally not the opponent of Nalan donor, but the poor monk has been practicing the golden body for many years, although he is suspected of blocking the car with his mantis arm, but he still has to learn the master's tricks." The abbot took off his robe and stood with one hand in front of his chin with his head bowed slightly.

"Since you don't measure yourself, today I will break your golden body of Buddhism." Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

The words fell, but they were already in front of the old monk.

Under the number of points in the void, it seems to be a light palm, but there is a sound of gold and iron colliding.

The abbot was under this palm, took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Today, if I don't kill you, it seems that those five old guys won't show up, so let's go," Nalan Wudao sneered.

In his heart, he has already moved to kill.

"Lord Nalan is the first person in the world, why bother to be embarrassed by my little apprentice, and wait for the poor monk to meet you." The voice of an old man rang out.

When the figures separated, a kind old monk was already standing in the field.

Nalan Wudao sneered, "Bald donkey, you're alone, do you think you can stop me Nalan Wudao?" ”

"I haven't seen it for many years, and today the Nalan donor dares to come to my Supreme Pavilion with an injured body, since the Nalan donor is injured, if you want to come, the old man alone is enough." The old monk bowed slightly.

"Haha," Nalan Wudao chuckled.

"Well, today I will overtake you, an old bald donkey." Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

The figures of the two have already fought to one place.

Dazzling, fast-to-the-limit moves.

In an instant, the two fought more than 100 moves.

With a muffled snort, the figure of the old monk flew backwards and fell to the ground, with a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth.

And Nalan had no way, floating in place, but his chest rose and fell slightly, and between the two of them, they made a judgment.

The old monk stopped the disciple of Shaomu Mountain who stepped forward, and smiled faintly, "Sure enough, as expected by the old man, the Nalan donor is really injured." ”

"I don't know who in this world can hurt Lord Nalan?" The old monk asked with interest.

"Shaolin martial arts, broad and profound, wait for another day, come back for a while." Nalan Wudao didn't answer, and drifted away.

Looking at Nalan Wudao's back, the old monk was in deep thought.

In the fight just now, Nalan Wudao was indeed injured, but it was obviously injured, but at this time, he ascended to the Supreme Pavilion?

Don't?

Immediately, the old monk's eyes changed slightly.

"What about Xiao Rudao?" The old monk asked.

"It's only a stick of incense to go down the mountain." The abbot replied.

"Not good," the old monk's face changed.

The figure was like lightning, omitting outward.

But just out of the mountain, but flew back again.

The abbot of Shaomuro Mountain looked at this scene, and when he came back this time, it seemed that he did not come back by himself, but was beaten back.

"Haha," a chuckle came from outside.

"Old bald donkey, what if you can see my mind? Xiao Rudao didn't have a chance to go to the northeast, and when that person swung his sword and went north, it would be the end of your Supreme Pavilion. Outside, Nalan Wudao's chuckle came.

"Poof," the old monk heard this, but spit out a mouthful of blood again.

looked at Xiao Rudao again, went to see the master, and then left Shaomu Mountain, preparing to go to the northeast, wanting to fight with Xiao Fan.

This matter, naturally, there is no master to say, Xiao Rudao knows that this time to go, there is probably death or life, come, just to see the master, the people in the world, let Xiao Rudao miss, the master alone.

Besides, the master is still in prison, and saying it will only make him more irritable, so don't say it.

Running all the way, on the way to the northeast.

But there were three of them.

Xiao Rudao looked at the three people blocking in front of him, his face solemn. , I had already guessed in my heart that the other party clearly didn't want him to go to the Northeast, and at this time, only Murong Jun in the south would do this, or Nalan Wudao.

Not much to say, the only battle.

With one enemy and three enemies, as the youngest powerhouse on the heavenly list, although he is a little unbearable in front of Xiao Fan, for others, Xiao Rudao is definitely a powerful character.

After a hundred moves, Xiao Rudao had the upper hand.

The three of them wanted to kill him, but after all, they were still a little worse.

Xiao Rudao can be regarded as a breath of depression that was suppressed by Xiao Fan.

However, at this moment, a mutation protruded.

Xiao Rudao found that his right foot couldn't move.

The pain that pierced into the bone marrow hit, Xiao Rudao's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, looking at the figure that appeared, "Despicable," Xiao Rudao snorted coldly.

Three people besieged, one took the opportunity to sneak attack, several people did not speak, under a shot, Xiao Rudao's right foot was weak, but under the siege of several people, the decline was fully revealed, and he was already seriously injured, just waiting for a few people to take his life.

A strong and sturdy man appeared, but he saved Xiao Rudao and repelled the four of them one by one.

"Isn't it good, boy?" The stout man patted Xiao Rudao's shoulder and grinned.

The appearance is very honest, but this light pat made Xiao Rudao frown.

This big man is so heavy.

"Who are you?" Xiao Rudao asked.

"Ask her?" The man pointed behind Xiao Rudao and said.

Xiao Rudao turned around, but saw a woman wearing a white veil, and vaguely, you could see the woman's picturesque face.

"Who are you? Why save me? Xiao Rudao asked.

"I want you to die, but you can't." The woman's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

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