Brother Sheng smiled, and did not expose Luo Xiaozi, but muttered to himself, "When the Tianluo Sect is destroyed, you can go to the Tibetan Martial Arts Pavilion to receive a martial arts cheatbook." ”

"When the time comes, I must let the guy who left this scar on my face taste what life is worse than death!" Brother Sheng slowly stroked the scar on his face, his expression a little hideous.

The young man surnamed Luo vaguely heard the elders around him roughly mention this matter of his brother, and just wanted to say a few words of comfort, a voice with a somewhat regretful tone suddenly came out from the dense branches and leaves above his head.

"It's a pity, it seems that you don't have this opportunity. ”

As this voice fell, the two people on the tree were suddenly startled, their faces changed suddenly, and the spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies exploded instantly.

The cooperation between the two was incomparably tacit, and the two long swords in their hands were unsheathed almost at the same time, and the sword qi of Sen Han suddenly surged out on the tree, and the big tree trembled slightly, and the fallen leaves fell.

In the face of the two swords that came at the storm, the black shadow on the tree flashed away.

The sword qi blasted out a large mouth of the leaves that had gathered above them, but they didn't find the figure of the person who made the sound.

Before Brother Sheng could convey the order to Luo Xiaozi, a milky white halo appeared in front of his eyes.

Knowing that something was wrong, the palm of his hand quickly wiped into his arms, and a pitch-black thunderbolt was firmly held in his palm.

Just as he was about to throw the thunderbolt, it was too late, and the halo had already hit his head.

"Buzz!"

Brother Sheng only felt a sharp pain in the depths of his head, and then he completely lost consciousness.

The last scene he saw in his life was a smiling face that appeared next to him at some point, and Luo Boy, who had been slapped by that guy on the side.

Gently leaning the two corpses against the branches, Yun Fan sat on the side and rubbed his eyebrows a little helplessly.

He looked up at the top of the mountain that was still almost half the distance, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, why do these sects always like to build the mountain gate at such a high place, don't you know that climbing the mountain is a very tiring thing?

"The spiritual power at the top of the mountain is much richer than at the foot of the mountain, and I don't know how much spiritual power it will take just to protect the sect. Xiao Ba seemed to guess what Yun Fan was thinking, and poked his head out of his arms and said, "Besides, if Luo Zong's sect was at the foot of the mountain that day, it is estimated that it would not last so long, and it would have been destroyed by the Nangong family a long time ago." ”

"How many groups of people have we killed?" Yun Fan glanced back.

"With these two, it should be the fifth batch. "Little Hachi.

"This Nangong family is really careful enough, and this is almost to the location of the mountainside, and five groups of people have already been arranged. Yun Fan put his hand on the pergola, glanced below, and couldn't help but pout, "Tianluo Sect is really unlucky enough to provoke such a killing god." ”

"If I hadn't agreed to Senior Ming Shilian, I wouldn't have bothered to care about such a thankless thing. Yun Fan looked at the sleeping little guy in swaddling clothes, and said to himself helplessly, "Your old man is more of a headache than your kid." ”

"Babble!"

After a slight movement in the trees, a dark shadow flickered, leaving only two lifeless corpses.

The body of the biological brother sat straddling the branches, his arms hanging limply.

The breeze blows, the weak arm slowly shakes, and on the palm of one of the hands, a black ball slowly sways between the fingers.

Tianluo Sect is located on the top of Tianluo Mountain, with beautiful scenery and unique scenery.

As the largest sect in the vicinity of Tianluo City, it is understandable that the Tianluo Sect occupies the highest peak of Tianluo Mountain, which is hundreds of miles away.

Originally, at this time, the disciples of the Tianluo Sect would compete in the martial arts arena within the sect, which was also an unwritten rule of the Tianluo Sect.

But at this moment, it is a little different from usual, and the martial arts arena is still overcrowded, but they are all lying down.

The ground was covered with puddles of brown marks, and the blood had dried up.

These people died tragically, some of them had missing arms, some of them had missing legs, some of them had their bodies separated, and there were countless scars of swords all over their bodies.

The whole martial arts arena is like a hellish scene on earth.

If ordinary people saw this scene, I am afraid that the pungent smell of blood alone would make them vomit for a long time.

Even if you are a person with a strong mind, I am afraid that I can't help but feel numb in my scalp and feel cold in my heart.

The name of Nangong Blood Shura is well deserved.

The Tianluo Sect, which was lively in the past, was now lifeless, without a trace of life, only a few noisy voices came from the inner courtyard.

In the inner courtyard, a straight pillar of light soared into the sky.

On a cliff behind the inner courtyard, a ruined stone door with a simple shape is suspended.

In front of the stone gate, there are several figures sitting cross-legged, the two of which are headed by a young couple, the man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the woman with beautiful and gentle eyebrows.

It's just that now, these two people who are like fairy couples have tiredness and worry on their faces that can't be concealed.

"I don't know what happened to Yu'er. The woman sighed, with a worried look in her eyes, leaned into the man's arms.

"Don't worry, with Gongsun enshrined, Yu'er will be fine. The man put his arm around the woman and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, but there was also a trace of sorrow on his face.

"Murong Tianque, are you worried about your son who has just turned 100 years old?" a somewhat grim voice came.

The man at the head looked up, and beyond the pillar of light, there were no less than twenty people around, all of them carrying blood-stained swords in their hands.

In front of the more than twenty people, a middle-aged man in a blood-red robe was looking at him with his arms crossed and smiling.

"I can't imagine that Cao Le, the famous blood slaughterer who has disappeared for several years, will become a lackey of the Nangong family, which is really unexpected. Murong Tianque's expression remained unchanged, and he glanced at the man in the blood-colored robe, and said without being salty or indifferent.

"Good birds choose trees to perch, good ministers choose their masters, since the Nangong family has such strength and power, why can't I work for it?" Cao Le said lightly, "I, Cao Le, have never cared about what the outside world says about me, I only care about myself." ”

"Presumably you're just for the Nangong family's Hidden Martial Pavilion, right?" Murong Tianque sneered and said sharply.

"Looks like you know me well. Cao Le looked at Murong Tianque and raised his eyebrows.

"In order to get a secret book, you killed your master's entire family, and even killed a village overnight, only to get the title of a blood slaughterer. Murong Tianque said with a cold face, "A person like you who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors and lost all his conscience, for the sake of the so-called secret book, what can't you do?!"

"Yes, now I also want to wash your Tianluo Sect with blood in exchange for the martial arts cheats in the Tibetan Martial Pavilion. Cao Le licked his scarlet lips, and a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Do you know that among those martial arts, there are ground-level martial arts!"