"Shh Hearing this voice, the soldiers surrounding Xie Renjie let out a long breath, knowing that it was the martial saint who was on duty in Xianyang City today. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Don't put down your weapons quickly, and be captured!" When a guard saw the arrival of the Martial Saint on duty, he immediately jumped out and shouted at Xie Renjie.

Xie Renjie glanced sideways at the guard who jumped out, the guard seemed to have been bitten by a poisonous snake, and then retreated into the team, secretly blaming himself for why he came to be this bird.

After a few breaths, the roaring martial saint galloped to the gate of Xianyang City.

"What's going on?" The flying Martial Saint looked at the blood all over the ground and asked lightly to the guard.

The guards, who were originally relieved, saw this martial saint, their faces all turned snow-white, and the captain of the guard with a long beard stiffened, and said with a trembling voice: "Back to Haoran Martial Saint, Jingyi Gongzi was ... By...... The fanatic was killed. ”

The captain of the guard said that his eyes were red, and his fingers trembled and pointed at Xie Renjie, as if Xie Renjie was his father-killing enemy.

"What did you say!" Zhao Haoran asked angrily and in astonishment.

"This madman just took advantage of the carelessness of Jingyi Gongzi...... "The captain of the guard vividly described the process of Xie Renjie killing Zhao Jingyi, and from time to time added oil and vinegar to say how heroic he was in order to protect Jingyi Gongzi.

"Rubbish!" As soon as Zhao Haoran fanned his sleeves, the captain of the guard was thrown out, and with a "bang", he hit the city wall and fell to the ground weakly.

Zhao Haoran looked at Zhao Jingyi, who was divided into two halves, his face flushed slightly due to anger, and his eyes flashed with raging anger and a fierce light that he loved to choose people.

"You killed my grandson?" Zhao Haoran's martial saint's momentum suddenly pressed on Xie Renjie, and he asked angrily.

He was originally an old man, but he didn't want his son to have a strange disease, so he tried his best to hire a famous doctor and didn't save his son's life.

His son left him with a baby to be fed, and he worked hard to raise his grandson. Therefore, he usually loves Zhao Jingyi very much, and he uses all means to get what Zhao Jingyi wants.

What do you think, now I am experiencing the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person again.

"Yes, I killed him." Xie Renjie replied lightly.

"Since you admit it, let's give Jingyi a taste!" Zhao Haoran roared angrily and was about to make a move.

"Why did I kill him?" Xie Renjie said coldly.

"No matter why, Jingyi wants you to die! You deserve to die! And the two behind you, since Jingyi died because of them, they will bury Jingyi! I learned to be a bewitching man at such a young age, and when I grow up, I can't guarantee that I won't become two Su Daji! Zhao Haoran shouted angrily, pulled out the sword he was carrying, and stabbed at Xie Renjie.

"Humph! Sure enough, the upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, what kind of grandfather is there, and what kind of grandson can be raised. Xie Renjie snorted, sent the Shangguan sisters behind him into the distance with soft strength, and lifted the new pavilion marquis to greet him.

"Boom!" Swords collide.

An aftermath spread from the place where the swords collided.

Seeing the crowd of people who fled in all directions with the Martial Saint's shot, they were shocked by the aftermath and flew out, and a faint light curtain appeared on the Xianyang city wall, blocking the aftermath that spread into Xianyang City.

"It's over!" The captain of the guard, who fell in the corner, saw Xie Renjie easily accept the attack of the Martial Saint, closed his eyes in pain, and muttered to himself.

"You're a martial saint, you said it earlier! Haven't I welcomed you in like an uncle? What kind of country buns! And that Zhao Jingyi, look for death by yourself, don't bother me! The captain of the guard cursed in his heart.

"No wonder you dare to spread wilderness in Xianyang City, no wonder you dare to kill my grandson, it turns out that he is self-sustaining with force." Zhao Haoran shouted violently.

"But I'll tell you today, the strength of the Martial Saint and the Martial Saint is also different." A ghostly sword shadow rose behind Zhao Haoran, and the lines on the sword shadow were clearly visible.

Xie Renjie saw that Zhao Haoran released the Celestial Seal, and also raised the Celestial Seal behind his back, the Celestial Seal of a set of armor with a somewhat blurred pattern.

The Celestial Mark can be released according to the user's will.

Xie Renjie's entire Heavenly God Mark was too conspicuous, so he hid some of the Heavenly God Marks.

"Run!" The person who was thrown away in the aftermath of the battle between Xie Renjie and the two just now immediately shouted in panic when he saw Xie Renjie and the two release the Heavenly God Mark.

At the same time, they secretly regret in their hearts, they have nothing to do here, and now they may not lose their lives here.

Xie Renjie and Zhao Haoran were in mid-air in front of the gate of Xianyang City, facing each other, they carefully observed each other's every move, looking for every possible flaw in each other.

The air in front of the Xianyang City Gate froze because of their confrontation, and the vegetation within a radius of a mile lay on the ground or broke off because of the terrifying pressure of the two of them.

"Death to the boy!" Zhao Haoran let out a loud shout, and the sword shadow of the Heavenly God Mark behind him wrapped the long sword in his hand and stabbed at Xie Renjie.

"It is not certain who will die!" Behind Xie Renjie, the armor god mark was on his body, and the new pavilion marquis in his hand slashed at Zhao Haoran without showing weakness.

"Ahh The onlookers, who had not yet moved away from Xie Renjie and the others, let out a terrified and desperate roar.

"Stop!" When Xie Renjie and his two attacks were about to collide, a soul-shocking roar came.

Xie Renjie and the others were slightly shocked by the loud shouting, and at the same time had to use their true qi to resist a sonic attack followed by a loud roar. Of course, the attack of the two was also interrupted.

Immediately after, a white light galloped with a rumbling sound, and according to Xie Renjie's judgment, the speed of the white light was probably half the speed of sound, which was a little faster than Bai Yushi's speed.

An old man with gray hair, a white robe, and a chest-length beard stopped between Xie Renjie and the two.

"What do you think Xianyang City is? You say that if you use force, you can use force? The old man asked flatly, without the slightest hint of fireworks in his voice.

"Elder Hui, it's not that I want to use force, it's actually this murderer who committed murder at the gate of Xianyang City, and he refuses to be arrested, I really have to do it as a last resort." Zhao Haoran saluted like an old man, pointed at Xie Renjie and said, he cleared up all his relationships.

"Is that so?" The old man looked at Xie Renjie with a pair of wise eyes and asked.

"Talk about it! As soon as he came, he was about to make a dead move, and the younger generation had to resist as a last resort. Xie Renjie also bowed slightly to the old man and replied.

It's not that Xie Renjie is afraid of the strength of the old man, but that the people who can be called elders by the Martial Saint in Xianyang City are worthy of respect.

The so-called elders are the elders of the temple, and the elders of the temple are generally elected from the three hidden royal families.

The three hidden royal families have been guarding the Chinese nation since the era of ignorance, and they have never slackened at all.

Many times the Chinese nation has been in crisis of extermination, and it is the martial saints of the three hidden royal families who have used their bodies to carry the Chinese nation out of the predicament. Therefore, such a group of people deserve respect no matter what position they are in.

"Xianyang Town is pressing all the heritage of the Chinese nation, no matter what the reason, it is not a reason for you to use force in Xianyang City. And you all have different opinions, and I don't know who to believe. Then come back to the temple with me and have a temple judgment meeting where everyone will judge. The old man listened to the arguments of the two and said to Xie Renjie and the others.

"Yes!" Zhao Haoran replied with the anger in his heart.

"Respect what your predecessors said." Xie Renjie glanced at Zhao Haoran and said respectfully to the old man.

The Temple Adjudication Conference is a adjudication meeting composed of Martial Saints, and it is a meeting used to sanction Martial Saint masters, after all, it is impossible for a Judgment Group composed of ordinary people to sanction Martial Saints like a humanoid nuclear bomb.

Moreover, the Martial Saint also has his own dignity, and it is impossible to stand there and let the ants in their eyes judge.

However, as long as it is not a martial saint who has committed a heinous crime, the temple will generally not adjudicate, and as for Xiang Xie Renjie, killing a gentleman who died by himself, if it weren't for the battle between the two martial saints, the temple would not even look at it.

After all, the temple, as the real supreme authority of mankind, supervises the entire world, and if anyone dies, even the martial saint will be exhausted.

Therefore, the temple adjudication meeting is actually a mediation meeting, after all, there will only be one in tens of millions of martial saints on average, and every death of a martial saint is a great loss for the Chinese nation.

When there is a conflict between the two Martial Saints, the Temple will hold a ruling meeting to mediate between the two Martial Saints, as long as they are not enemies of life and death, and there is no hatred that cannot be let go. The martial saints generally give the temple a face, shake hands and make peace, regardless of past suspicions.