Seeing that Wen Shu was injured, the people of the Qiongling had already rushed over, and at this time, they heard Su Nianchi's words, how could they let her go.

Wen Shu said in a deep voice: "This is a matter between me and her, and I don't need you to interfere." ”

The people of the Qiongling did not dare to disobey his words for a while, but the other people from his faction said: "Gongzi Wen's words are wrong, this is not only a matter between you and her, this is also related to the lifeblood of the entire decent martial arts, she can hurt you with such a poisonous hand, it shows that she is ruthless, Gongzi must not be confused by this demon girl again." ”

As soon as these words came out, many people agreed, and they said: "Exactly, kill this demon girl!" ”

Su Nianchi sneered, and was about to speak, but suddenly heard a voice sounding in a low voice, "I want to see how capable the so-called famous and decent family is?" ”

The voice resounded dozens of feet away, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears, and before the words fell, the owner of the voice had already arrived in the hall, like the wind and ghosts.

Nian Chi was stunned, looked at the man, and called softly: "Daddy." ”

I never thought that my father would be here at this moment.

He was followed by Yan Qichi, Qing Li, Lu Ti and others.

Su Xingzhi glanced at the situation at the scene, and said lightly: "It's good that you are willing to die for the Xuan Palace, but it's not the time yet, I want to see, who can help you?" ”

Su Xingyun's dry eyes had no tears, but his muddy voice was trembling, "Brother......"

Su Xingzhi glanced at Su Xingyun, who was like a living dead, his expression remained unchanged, but he suddenly used his hand as a blade and slashed at Su Xingyun in the air.

There were still more than ten steps between the two, but Su Xingzhi could only raise his hand, and the sharp palm wind had already approached Su Xingyun, Su Xingyun was unable to parry, and the whole person was stunned and unconscious.

"Auntie!" Su Nianchi ran over a few steps to help Su Xingyun up, and looked up at his father in confusion.

Everyone present was shocked in their hearts, not only surprised by the profundity of Su Xingzhi's martial arts, but also doubted how he could make a move on Su Xingyun, from the fact that Su Xingyun was able to fight with the heads of several major sects for a long time, it can be seen that her martial arts are unfathomable, and she can be a great help in the Northern Xuangong. The war is imminent, why did Su Xingzhi do such a self-cutting arm?

Su Xingzhi said lightly: "Even if you are a traitor to the Xuan Palace, you can't allow outsiders to bully each other. ”

Su Nianchi was stunned, but he understood that this was by no means a good time to ask. Because of his father, he has become murderous.

He slowly pulled out his sword, that sword was not as sharp as Chunjun's, and even as valuable as Wen Jing's sword, but it made everyone present change their expressions drastically.

That sword has been sealed in the dust for more than 20 years, just like the night snow swordsmanship of the building boat, it has become a legend of extinct rivers and lakes.

Su Xingzhi has not used a sword for many years.

His martial arts have long been perfected, and everything in the world, even if it is a drop of water or a bamboo leaf, can be turned into a sword as he wants, and everything can be done. And why do you need a visible sword?

But today, his sword was slowly unsheathed.

The sword light is demonic, the sword aura is cold, the building boat is snowing at night, and you must drink blood when you go out.

If there is no respectable opponent, countless lives will be required, and if it is not the blood of heroes, it will be a river of blood, otherwise there will be no sacrifice.

Today, he drew his sword only to kill.

"Master, Zhuangwai has been surrounded by people in the Demon Palace, and the disciples of various sects have all fallen into the hands of the Demon Palace, and the disciples have escaped desperately, and they have come to repay ......."

At this moment, a young man covered in blood broke into the door of the hall, and his words made the people who were already like a great enemy even more confused.

"Qinghang, are you telling the truth? What about your brothers? At this time, Jing Shanghua recognized his apprentice and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Na Qinghang's face was full of blood and tears, and he said in a trembling voice: "Most of the senior brothers died, and the rest also fell into the hands of the demon palace demons. ”

"What about the rest of the sects?" Everyone asked urgently.

The young disciple closed his eyes miserably, "It's probably the same, except for those who died in battle, they have probably been controlled by the demons." ”

Everyone was shocked, you must know that this time Wen Taijun passed away, Wen Jiugong sent a condolence post to invite, at this time the eastern border where the Tibetan Sword Villa is located, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is half of the country that brings together decent martial arts.

Although the Tibetan Sword Villa is large, it is difficult to accommodate such a large number of mourners, so only the head of each sect, his wife, and the eldest disciple and other important two or three people can enter the village, and most of the rest of the disciples are left outside the village to settle down.

Originally, I thought that I was powerful, except for Su Xingyun, Su Nianchi and others, who expected that the situation would change suddenly, Su Xingzhi would personally lead the elite of the Northern Xuangong Palace, and unexpectedly let the Qiankun change suddenly, which was really unexpected.

Now, if what this young man said is true, so many righteous knights have been killed and wounded, and the rest of them have become the turtles in the urn?

Wen Jing couldn't help it anymore at this moment, and looked at Su Nianchi miserably, even his voice trembled, "You don't hesitate to start the fire*, just to wait for this day, the inside and the outside should be together, and kill them all, isn't it?" ”

Su Nianchi looked at his eyes, but he was thinking about another pair of eyes similar to him.

In those eyes, there was warmth, tolerance, generosity, and pity. It's just that at this moment, whether it is the same, full of anger, disappointment and hatred.

She didn't dare to look at it.

I don't know who made the first move, but in an instant, the wind and clouds have changed, and the sword is shining.

Su Nianchi protected Su Xingyun on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was a little numb and instinctively reacted to his body. Yan Qichi stepped in the air, swept to her side, opened a bloody path for her, and said, "Go." ”

Su Nianchi shook his head, "I will never go first." ”

Yan Qichi said: "Haven't you ever thought about why the master stuned the saint as soon as he came?" ”

Su Nianchi was stunned, his movements slowed slightly, and a sharp sword had reached the front door.

Yan Qichi stretched out his hand to separate the sword for her, and his voice was already angry, "Go!" The saint can't stand your concubine's reluctance! ”

Su Nianchi raised his eyes to look at his father, he was fighting with Jing Shanghua, Qing Rang Dao Chang, Master Xuan Bei and others, and he couldn't spare time to pay attention to her.

Yan Qichi noticed her gaze, the unhappiness in his heart faded slightly, and he slowed down and spoke again: "Master will be fine, you can take the holy maiden first to make him feel at ease." After you go out, you will have your own green and drunk outside, and they will explain everything to you. ”

Did you even come to Lu Yu and Shen Drunk?

Su Nianchi knew that today's events were unusual, Wen Jiugong knew her identity, and she made trouble on the spot, and then forced her to admit it with her aunt, and completely broke with Wen Shu, and there was no turning around. On the occasion of nine deaths, my father, who had been in retreat for many years, led the elite of the Xuan Palace to arrive in time like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and as soon as he came, he made a move to his aunt, who had been looking for it for ten years but had never heard from him.

She doesn't believe that all of this is a coincidence.

glanced at the unconscious Su Xingyun again, and immediately stopped hesitating. Su Nianchi leaned over and picked up Su Xingyun, and under the escort of Yan Qichi and others, he swept away.

When he left, he finally couldn't hold back, suddenly looked back, and then took one last look at the hall.

There are many scuffles, there are many figures, bloody rain, and fighting.

glanced at it in a hurry, but failed to find the faint figure that haunted his heart.

It's not that I haven't thought about saying goodbye.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

So caught off guard, and so rash and sloppy.

Things in the world are more or less like this.

Whether it is tempered or gifted, when fate falls, it will never give you time to prepare.