The bearded man's temper was ignited at once, and he said fiercely: "Stinky, clean my mouth a little!" Who is wrong in the first place! ”

After that, he looked at the white-faced man and said anxiously: "Don't hesitate anymore, eldest prince, if that kid stirs up the situation, he will be killed together." ”

The white-faced man was called the eldest prince, and before he could answer his words, the Holy Night said coldly: "Noise. ”

The bearded man's anger was very strong, and as soon as the words of the Holy Night fell, he condensed out a soul weapon, a mighty sword, and slashed directly towards the Holy Night.

"Lao Tzu, if it weren't for the sake of the eldest prince, I would have killed you a long time ago! What are you to dare to say such a thing to me? ”

The bearded man is in the Great Perfection realm of the Lingzun realm, and at the age of his thirties, such a cultivation realm is already at the level of genius in the Shenwu family.

Although he is a genius, due to his humble background, he can only be a slave and be responsible for protecting the safety of the eldest prince.

His temper is so hot that sometimes even the eldest prince can't order him.

At this moment, the eldest prince looked at the bearded man's actions, and knew that he had a bad temper and couldn't stop him.

But he still admonished.

"Wu Sheng, don't be impulsive."

However, the man named Wu Sheng ignored him, and had already brandished the big knife in his hand and rushed out.

For people whose cultivation realm is lower than their own and who belong to the impulsive type, the Holy Night is disdainful.

His principle is simple, he doesn't take the initiative to kill, but if someone wants to kill him, then he won't show mercy.

Originally, he wanted to leave this place of right and wrong, and he didn't plan to help this woman named Xin Liu'er, but Wu Sheng's actions forced him to take action.

But I also have to blame Sheng Ye himself, he took the ice tears, there was no leakage in the cultivation realm, and he looked so young that he was mistaken for a bully, so these people came to the door looking for trouble.

He condensed a multicolored whip, and the multicolored whip swung lightly towards the broadsword in the air.

"Khooth!"

The broadsword was smashed to pieces by the long whip at once, as vulnerable as tofu.

Wu Sheng's body froze for a moment, the soul weapon was shattered, and he was also slightly injured. But that didn't stop him from attacking physically, and the Night's attack made him even angrier.

He let out a loud roar, his face exposed, his expression was very hideous, and he brandished his big knife and slashed towards the Holy Night.

Seeing this scene, the two people next to the eldest prince asked weakly, "Eldest prince, are we going to come forward to help?" ”

The eldest prince looked at the holy night's expression, and he looked very calm, and he had scruples on his face.

Wu Sheng's strength He knew that with a whip, he could split Wu Sheng's soul weapon broadsword to pieces, this person must be a master whose cultivation realm is higher than Wu Sheng.

And the three of them, this realm is not as high as Wu Sheng, even if they rush up, they are just sent to death.

Wu Sheng didn't listen to him and wanted to die, but he couldn't be blamed.

He had long been annoyed by Wu Sheng's temper, and he had some opinions in his heart.

"Wait and see."

"Yes, eldest son."

Hearing the words of the eldest prince, the two of them instantly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, the eldest prince did not let them go up to die.

Silent as she pulled out a spear from her back, it seemed to exude a cold, murderous aura.

"It's a good time, let's use you to sacrifice the gun, the cold thorn needs the stimulation of blood."

"Arrogance! Let Lao Tzu destroy you! ”

Wu Sheng said with a hideous face.

Seeing that these two people were about to fight, Xin Liu'er had a gloating smile on her face, and later she would take advantage of the chaos to find a good opportunity and run away directly.

The Holy Night stabbed the cold stab to the ground, the breath on the spear was fierce and domineering, and the killing intent that erupted condensed into a white vortex, and the storm spread in all directions.

The battle intent rose to the sky, like a giant beast roaring up to the sky.

"Buzz!"

The roar of gunfire resounded through the void.

The wind and clouds changed color, and everyone present was shocked by the momentum of the moment.

The eldest prince's face was shocked, and he muttered to himself, "This is definitely above the Spirit Saint realm!" ”

Although Wu Sheng also felt this breath, he didn't believe in evil, it could also be said that he had been attacked by anger, and he couldn't think at all, even if he knew that there was a dead end in front of him, he had to rush forward.

"Die!"

Wu Sheng raised the big knife and slashed towards the body of the Holy Night, and a white sword qi flew out from the knife, and wherever it went, it drove the surrounding air currents and shot straight towards the Holy Night.

I have to say that this Wusheng has two brushes. Generally speaking, this kind of white sword qi is difficult for even people in the Spirit Saint Realm to emit, but Wu Sheng has already touched this threshold, and his qualifications are good.

However, if you compare it with the Holy Night of the Spirit Saint Realm and the Holy Night with the qualifications against the sky, it is far from enough.

With a twist of the Holy Night's wrist, the cold spur rushed forward, and in an instant, the spear that was generally fierce and domineering and contained extremely strong killing intent came out and came directly towards Wu Sheng.

Before Wu Sheng's sword qi touched the spear head of the cold thorn, it was instantly dissolved, as if it was frozen in the air and could not move.

The cold thorn broke through the sword qi and rushed forward, Wu Sheng was already stunned at the moment, but he still subconsciously blocked in front of him with the big knife in his hand, trying to block the attack of the Holy Night.

When the cold thorn was still an arm's length away from Wu Sheng, the cold murderous aura had already arrived at the big knife in Wu Sheng's hand, and suddenly, the upper layer of white frost condensed, and wisps of white smoke were visible to the naked eye.

In the end, the big knife couldn't withstand such a cold air, and it was directly torn apart and fell to the ground, only the bare hilt of the holy night.

Wu Sheng's hand holding the knife was also covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost, and he hurriedly threw away the handle of the knife, and the shape of his fingers and hands stiffened, unable to stretch out.

He hurriedly took a few steps back and breathed hot air into the palm of his hand.

When the three onlookers saw this scene, their eyes were about to fall out.

They knew that Wu Sheng's broadsword was a first-class weapon that he had bought at a great price.

This first-class weapon, under the spear of the Holy Night, is actually vulnerable.

What kind of strength is this, and what kind of weapon is it, so terrifying?

Sheng Ye was calm, and the cold thorn pushed forward, but Wu Sheng didn't have time to dodge, and was directly pierced through the body by the tip of the spear.

The next moment, Wu Sheng's body shook suddenly, and a sharp pain came from his chest.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was instantly covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost, and he couldn't even get blood, and the whole person fell straight back and smashed on the ground.