Can he refuse?

Nian Huazang's face turned black again.

The first sentence that came to my heart was this sentence.

No, who is your senior brother?

This is the second sentence.

Hearing the little boy shout, Nian Huazang felt that the hairs on his body were growing.

"Senior brother?" And the assassin leader in front of him, who was originally glaring at him angrily, immediately turned his head and asked, "Do you know him?" ”

"That's right, this is Nianhuazang, the chief of the Taiping Mountain House," Zhu Rong looked proud, "It's my sister's senior brother." ”

"I see," Liu Fuzi put away his sword and exhaled, "That's good." ”

Well, it looks like you're all acquainted.

Nianhua hid in his heart.

This conversation does not look like an assassin or an assassin.

The guards separated, Zhu Rong walked out of the center, and saluted with his fists towards Nian Huazang, "Senior Brother Nian, great, you are here, are you here to pick up my sister?" ”

Who is your brother?

Nianhua hid his heart, but looked at the dead man's corpse at his feet, and knew that it was not the time to care about this. He didn't answer Zhu Rong's words, and asked with a frown, "What about her?" ”

Who she is naturally does not need to be said.

Tell him to save her? There was not a single figure in sight.

The ominous premonition in Nianhuazang's heart became stronger and stronger.

"Ninth sister, she ......" The face of the young man who was overjoyed just now suddenly gloomy, and Zhu Rong looked at Master Liu beside him. He wasn't a cultivator, and he didn't fully understand what was going on.

Liu Fuzi's face sank, and he stepped forward to hold his sword and salute.

"Who are you?" Nian Huazang held the hilt of his sword and looked coldly at the masked man in black in front of him.

"My identity is not enough to be an outsider," Mr. Liu said in a deep voice, pulling a strand of black hair from his bosom.

Nianhua's pupils shrank.

"Now it's an alliance with Miss Nine." He continued.

"In alliance with the assassins, her skills are really great." Nian Hua said coldly.

The guards behind him and the black-clothed man behind Liu Fuzi were slightly in a commotion, but Liu Fuzi's face remained unchanged.

"It doesn't matter what the old man's identity is, it's just that the young lady is your junior sister? I don't know if you care about her life? ”

Why should I care?

Nian Huazang said in his heart, but Zhu Rong beside him looked at him expectantly for some reason, Nian Huazang endured the anger in his heart and didn't say it, frowning and asking, "Where did she go?" ”

He looked around at the corpses around him, "What the hell is going on?" ”

Zhu Rong stepped forward and briefly explained the situation of the two waves of assassinations, speaking very quickly, and when he mentioned the appearance of the person wearing the hat, Nian Huazang raised his eyebrows.

He who hears it before anyone sees it, the master of the long howl.

"That's ......," Nian Huazang's eyes became serious.

"At least in the middle of the ascension." Liu Fuzi said in a deep voice.

Nian Huazang was shocked.

"And then?" He asked, finally with a slight anxiety in his tone. The sudden appearance of an unknown ascent in the middle of the ascension is not a trivial matter.

And others are in a hurry than him. Before he finished speaking, Wei Yong said anxiously on the side, "My young lady led that person away alone!" ”

"What?" Nian Huazang's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Miss Nine went to the southwest of the mountain range alone, and the man with the hat chased after her, and also left." Liu Fuzi said.

The Yi Heaven Realm led to the Ascending Realm? Or is it the middle of the Ascending Realm?

What's going on?

"Senior Brother Nian, the people on our side have been greatly injured, and no one can catch up," Zhu Rong stepped forward and grabbed Nian Huazang's sleeve, "Fortunately, you are here, and the sister will please you!" ”

The boy bowed his head deeply.

Nian Huazang seemed to be burned, and immediately wanted to break free, but as soon as he looked up, he found that everyone present was looking at him intently.

The guards, the young master, and even the black-clothed men covered in blood all looked at him without blinking, and the head of the guard even wanted to kneel him on one knee, but Zhu Rong grabbed him.

What's so good about that woman?

Being stared at by so many people who escaped death, Nian Huazang only felt puzzled.

He took a step back and broke open Zhu Rong's sleeve.

Nian Huazang felt that it was very troublesome.

If the opponent is in the middle of the Ascending Extreme Realm, even he is not sure of defeating.

This kind of thing should go to the woman's fiancé, who is in the middle of the ascension.

If you want him to save it, what's the matter?

Nianhua hid in his heart and greeted Duan Lizheng a hundred times.

"It's just a mere primordial realm, and even if you say that, there's nothing I can do," Nian Huazang said expressionlessly.

"Since Senior Brother Nian is here, it must be Guo Jiaoxi who asked you to come, right?" Zhu Rong stared at Nian Huazang's eyes and said.

You're quite right.

Thinking of his teacher's entrustment, Nian Huazang was silent.

than to pray to him, but to know to find his weakness.

"I know that I am barely a senior brother," Zhu Rong lowered his head deeply, "But after all, the sister is a disciple of the Taiping Mountain House, and she begged the senior brother to take a look." ”

The corners of the young man's eyes were red, and he could see that he was already anxious, and he could still speak in an orderly manner, which could be regarded as a character.

"Just look at the situation, if you can help, one more person will have more strength," Zhu Rong said in a low voice, "I also ask you to act on the opportunity." ”

The other guards also saluted, Liu Fuzi paused and lowered his head, and the other black-clothed people around him slowed down, but also clenched their fists with their scarred palms and lowered their heads to him.

The blood from the wounds on someone's body was still flowing, dripping and winding on the snow.

Nian Huazang's brows were tied into a dead knot, and he took a step back again, his arm touched the matching sword, and the scales made a crisp sound.

The reverse scale of the Taiping Mountain House, the Taiping Mountain House.

Nian Huazang exhaled, didn't say a word, swept away, and headed southwest.

Zhu Rong looked at his back and let go of the clenched fist beside him.

There was a bright red liquid, drops falling onto the white snow.

……

……

Nianhuazang continued to run on the snow non-stop. This time it was more difficult to track down the carriage than it had been before.

The snow was still falling, and the traces on the ground would soon be buried, and the two of them, as cultivators, were very fast on the snow, and the traces they left were very shallow.

Every few dozen zhang can you see a shallow pit left by the tiptoes, and they are all blurry.

If you don't pay attention, you can hardly find out.

The speed of this escape is simply not like what the Yi Heaven Realm can have.

Nian Huazang continued to gather qi, and traced more than ten miles in one breath following the intermittent traces.

Then I found a faint trail up and down, and actually headed for the cliff to the south.

There were only shallow footprints along the way, not even a drop of blood.

Halfway up the mountain to the south, Nian Huazang saw a huge sword mark on the ground, and the thick snow was blown away, revealing the hideous ground, and he judged that the two should fight for the first time here.

He followed the sword marks, and after sweeping six or seven miles again, he came to the cliff to the south.

It is a cliff jutting out of the snow, with a rift valley underneath, and another hill ten feet away, which is now covered with snow, and the years are hidden on the edge of the cliff.

There were footprints but no sword marks on the edge of the rift, and the snow had been washed away in many places, revealing the ground of black stones.

He still didn't see anyone.

Nian Huazang looked far away, but he was blocked by the wind and snow, and he couldn't see whether there were footprints on the opposite mountain.

The two didn't play each other here.

So where is she?

Nian Huazang lowered his head and looked at the bottomless rift.

That crazy woman.

He cursed in his heart.

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