Everyone thought that Murong Jun was crazy, and he was doing whatever it took to achieve his goal.

However, Xiao Fan knew that Murong Jun was not only not crazy, but also very sober.

Murong Jun's move to bloodied the Northern Underworld at all costs finally angered the behemoth of the Supreme Pavilion.

Ordinary people, when facing hot weapons, may have a sense of powerlessness, but where are the ordinary people in the Supreme Pavilion, they were originally ready to fight with Nalan Wudao, but they made a move in advance.

Looking at the dazzling fireworks, the corners of Murong Jun's mouth hooked up a relieved smile, the Northern Underworld retreated, and he finally occupied the city as he wished.

Wounding 800 enemies and losing 1,000 self-losses is the best portrayal of Murong Jun at this moment.

Looking at the oncoming sword light, Murong Jun had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he always had to die, and it was better to die in the hands of others than to do it himself.

In the face of life and death, Murong Jun has been calm enough.

Behind Murong Jun, a person appeared, desperately blocking in front of Murong Jun, as if he wanted to block this life-threatening sword light.

Murong Jun shook his head gently, these people are not enough for others to kill alone, why do they make such a futile move and make people laugh.

Murong Jun stretched out his hand, but pushed the man aside.

A touch of sword light pierced through the heart.

Murong Jun's pupils dilated suddenly.

"If you want to go, stay here," a voice with earth-shattering anger resounded through the room.

Nalan Wudao stood with his hands in his hands, and the person who had just killed Murong Jun had not had time to be complacent, but he had already died under the anger of Nalan Wudao.

Murong Jun was standing, even if his pupils were already on the verge of dilation, he still didn't fall, it was the obsession in his heart that was at work, even if he had to fall, he couldn't fall on this land, and he couldn't fall under this city.

Nalan Wudao hugged Murong Jun's body, "Xiaojun," Nalan Wudao's voice carried a touch of sadness that could not be concealed.

Although, after Murong Jun grew up, the relationship between the two gradually drifted apart, perhaps because of some differences in ideas, but Murong Jun grew up watching him.

"Uncle," Murong Jun tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked at Nalan Wudao.

"Take me home." Murong Jun seemed to have exhausted his last strength, and after saying these four words, Murong Jun finally closed his eyes with a smile. Suddenly, there was a sad atmosphere in the air, and an elegy of the heroes rang in the ears of many people present.

"Brother," Murong Cheng's heart-rending roar came, looking at Murong Jun in Nalan Wudao's arms, crying silently.

There is a bit of depression in the air, and the end of the hero always makes people sad, but the end of the hero makes people sigh even more.

Looking at the world, Murong Jun definitely has a place for those who can be called heroes.

Nalan Wudao sent Murong Jun into Murong Cheng's arms, carrying his hands behind his back, looking into the void. "Come out," Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

A figure slowly appeared in the air, one of the five pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion.

"Does the Nalan Sect Master want the battle of the Heavenly List to advance?" The thin man with the long sword on his back looked at Nalan Wudao and asked.

"It doesn't matter to the heavenly list, today, I just want to kill you for revenge." Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

When Nalan had no words, the remaining four pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion appeared one after another.

"Boy, are you still going to watch the show?" Nalan Wudao shouted at the void.

Xiao Fan knew that it was impossible to watch the play, so he touched his nose and walked out of the darkness.

"Today, how about you and I join forces and slaughter these five miscellaneous pieces?" Nalan Wudao looked at Xiao Fan and asked.

Arrogant as Nalan has no way, this is the first time in his life that he has proposed to join forces with others.

It's just that the object of the alliance doesn't seem to have that thought, Xiao Fan touched his nose and looked at Nalan Wudao, "Lord Nalan Gate, I'm just here to watch the play, besides, this is a dispute between the Holy Gate and the Supreme Pavilion, and it's not good for me to be an outsider to interfere." Xiao Fan shrugged, spread his hands and said.

It's not that Xiao Fan doesn't want to kill a few guys from the Supreme Pavilion, it's just that he doesn't want to get involved in this battle yet, because Murong Jun finally died a little earlier.

"Lord Nalan Gate, if you want someone to make a profit, just take a shot." In the eyes of the Supreme Pavilion, Nalan is powerless, and Xiao Fan is weak, besides, the two people in front of him are people who have dared to provoke the dignity of the Supreme Pavilion in the past hundred years.

For the Supreme Pavilion, there was no difference between Xiao Fan and Nalan Wudao.

Hearing this, a deep loneliness flashed in Nalan Wudao's eyes, and no one knew where this loneliness came from.

But this kind of loneliness is definitely not because of Murong Jun.

Nalan Wudao glanced at the five people of the Northern Supreme Pavilion lightly, snorted coldly, but left directly.

Before leaving, he glanced at Xiao Fan deeply.

After Nalan Wudao left, Xiao Fan glanced at the five people in the Supreme Pavilion, and the five of them didn't say anything, Nalan Wudao hadn't gone far, they didn't want to offend this man and let Nalan Wudao fish in troubled waters, besides, even if Nalan Wudao was not there, they were afraid that they would not be sure to leave this man.

Xiao Fan's back disappeared from the sight of the five people, on a mound, Nalan stood without a way, the occasional breeze blew, the dawn was already coming after the darkness, and a beautiful red halo hung in the sky, indicating that the morning sun was about to rise.

"Boy, you got your way." Nalan Wudao's gaze at Xiao Fan was a little complicated.

Murong Jun's death, although it was the Northern Supreme Pavilion that shot it, but Nalan Wudao saw it clearly, the initiator of everything was that man, and since this man settled in the Northeast, he had already laid the groundwork for Murong Jun's ending today.

Nalan Wudao has always been a bystander, but he can see it clearly.

When Xiao Fan heard this, he smiled faintly, "Although it is an opponent, I have to admit that Murong Jun has done his best." ”

Xiao Fan touched his nose, Murong Jun died a little earlier after all, before he was fledgling, in this battle, the northern underworld was greatly injured, and he was unable to go south, after all, it was the spark of hope left for the south, although he didn't like Murong Jun's personality, Xiao Fan had to admit Murong Jun's personality charm.

A person rushed out of the darkness and rushed towards Xiao Fan frantically, "I want to kill you and avenge my brother." Murong Cheng rushed towards Xiao Fan frantically.

Xiao Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, but he held Murong Cheng's knife-holding wrist in his hand.

And Nalan Wudao did not have any indication.

Xiao Fan smiled faintly, "For the sake of your brother being a character, I won't kill you." Xiao Fan said, out of respect for his opponent?

Nalan Wudao looked at this scene, but a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

In fact, the person who wanted Murong Cheng to die the most was him.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Murong Cheng is more than a step worse than Murong Jun.