It's just that now, he is wounded, and he has been greatly injured in the battles for days, and now this matter is a matter of the Holy Gate, and there is no need for him to intervene.

So far, Nalan Wudao has not appeared.

When Nalan Wudao did not appear, who would dare to say that the Holy Gate would be defeated.

At this moment, Xiao Fan sighed softly, but a man in black with his face covered appeared in the field, looking at that figure, Xiao Fan was slightly shocked.

He still came, Jun Wuying, he couldn't pass the level of grace and righteousness after all, and when the Holy Gate was in trouble, he still came without hesitation.

Xiao Fan frowned.

Jun Wuying has caught up with the grandmaster of the Wind Demon Clan, the addition of a Heavenly Rank master, although he can't turn things around, but it does make the result of this battle confusing, after all, Nalan Wudao has not yet appeared.

The huge China, with a population of more than one billion, is no longer on the list, and there are only a few dozen people.

The appearance of Jun Wuying undoubtedly turned the tide of the war.

However, the situation of the Holy Gate is still worrying.

The grandmasters of the four major schools of country R are not easy to match.

Compared with the five pavilion masters of the Supreme Pavilion, although it is a little worse, I am afraid that it is not much worse.

"Hmph," at this time, a cold snort sounded in the room.

Nalan Wudao had already fallen into the arena, standing with his hands in his hands, but there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"The ninja of country R dares to set foot on the land of my Huaxia and kill without mercy." Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

The figure was like a dragon, but when it appeared, it had already appeared on the side of Grandmaster Koga.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, even if Nalan Wudao is injured, it is not something that anyone can take lightly.

Grandmaster Koga's expression was extremely solemn, this man who had been under the pressure of the martial arts of the R country for twenty years and could not turn over, the pressure on him was not a star.

Fighting alone, in this world, no one can beat Nalan Wudao.

Even Nalan Wudao, who was injured, was the same.

Nalan Wudao shot out angrily, the momentum was like thunder, as for the usual weightlifting, the clouds were light and the wind was light, but there was no shadow to be found.

It can be seen that the anger of the first person on this list.

Three moves, just three moves, Grandmaster Koga spurted out a mouthful of blood and retreated.

Nalan Wudao was standing in the field, but the battle between the two sides had stopped at this time.

At this time, the three brothers of the Xuanyuan clan also appeared behind Xiao Fan, but the three of them looked at Nalan Wudao's gaze, but they were a little hot.

"Xuanyuan," Xiao Fan lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

He found that in his impression, he could not find a single memory of these two words.

At this time, the old servant of the Murong family had already appeared not far from him, and when he saw the clothes of the three Xuanyuan brothers, his eyes quietly changed, in this world, those who dared to refuse the Xuanyuan family were only Nalan Wudao.

The Murong family doesn't have that guts yet.

Xuanyuan stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the four great masters of the R country, "Are you coming together, or are you coming one by one." Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

"I want to learn the Nalan Sect Master's tricks." Grandmaster Hattori took a step forward at the signal of Iga Yunji.

He just wanted to test the depth of Nalan Wudao.

Nalan Wudao knew this, and Xiao Fan, who was looking at this scene, his eyes changed slightly, from it, he smelled the smell of conspiracy, especially when he saw the seriously injured Grandmaster Jiahe, this feeling became more and more solid, this time the martial arts of the R country poured in, it seemed that it was not just for the Holy Gate.

Precisely, it has to do with the interests of some people.

Xiao Fan looked at Iga Yunji's eyes, but he was more and more dignified, so scheming.

In this battle, if Nalan Wudao loses, it will naturally be better, if Nalan Wudao wins, then I am afraid that the nominal first person in the martial arts of country R will change hands.

"It's so ambitious." Iga Yunji clearly wants to take the opportunity of this battle to unify the martial arts of the R country.

Nalan Wudao looked at Grandmaster Hattori who came up and smiled coldly.

"To kill you, it only takes one move." Nalan Wudao snorted coldly.

"Arrogance," Hattori snorted coldly.

"Door master, how about I take over this battle?" The black-clothed and masked man stood in front of Nalan Wudao.

"No, I said kill him with one move, and I will take his life with one move today." Nalan Wudao said lightly, but he took a deep look at the man in black, and when the words fell, he took a step forward and stood proudly.

The knife in Hattori's hand was already out of the sheath, the cold sword light, the gorgeous and incomparable blade, cutting through a mysterious trajectory, exerting all his strength, leaving no room for a knife.

He didn't believe that Nalan Wudao could kill him with one move.

In the distance, there is a woman, dressed in purple, who seems to be standing in the air, with purple hair, adding a bit of bewitchment to her peerless appearance, and when the woman's eyes open slightly, what is revealed is a pair of silver pupils, purple hair and silver eyes.

There was a playful arc hanging from the corner of his mouth, quietly looking at the scene below.

The two fought cheaply in an instant, and a sword light that was extremely fast crossed by, and Nalan Wudao had already taken out the sword.

In the past twenty years, after Nalan Wudao took out the sword, Xiao Fan was the only one who survived.

Hattori Grandmaster, who doesn't have that qualification yet, breaks this taboo.

Lying on the ground was the dead corpse of Grandmaster Hattori, while Nalan Wudao, the left hand on his back was trembling slightly, and a trace of blood was shocking.

"Powerful man," the woman said lightly as she looked at Nalan Wudao, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

"Do you want to have fun?" Behind the woman is a charming and enchanting man, the woman's dress, if you don't look closely, you will think that the person is a woman at all, that person is a charming man who has had a meeting with Nangong Ruoxi, and is called by Yang Ruoxi The jade-faced bewitching son is also a guy who is also in the city.

The charming and enchanting face, with a playful smile, and slender and slender fingers, twisted a strand of the woman's purple hair and played with it in her hand.

"No interest, he's not our opponent." At this time, the woman glanced faintly in the direction where Xiao Fan was.

The cold voice was tinged with agility.

"But one thing, I tell you, if you don't let go of your hand, I'll kill you." The woman's voice said coldly.

In the silver pupils, a trace of anger loomed.

Hearing this, the bewitching man let go of his hand in a daze.

There was a light smile on the corner of his mouth, he was not angry at the woman's words, the two were obviously very familiar with each other, for him, as long as he let go of his hand before the woman's anger broke out, it would have no impact on his personal safety.

"Garuda, why do you always refuse my kindness?" The man's bewitching face was accompanied by a hint of resentment.

"You know, I'm unisex."