"Lao Ling, how can you kill everyone without saying a word?"

Xia Guang didn't have time to say it yet.

Ling Juehu's hand speed was as fast as the wind, as fast as light, there was no enemy under his sword at all, a sword cut out, dragged out, it was Pengpeng's blood.

For experts in all dimensions of professional and efficient mouth killing, killing people is like mowing grass.

How much does a scythe go down?

You can cut as much as you can with a single sword.

Therefore, when Xia Guang finished speaking, there were only a few of the dozens of people in the Daomen opposite.

Ling Juehu seemed to be thinking.

This thinking effort, as if he couldn't control his instinct, was like driving extremely fast, and he couldn't brake, and the sword light passed through the terrified looks of the Taoists, and he cut off two or three heads.

In an instant, there were only two or three people left on the other side.

Daomen Song Gongzi's face didn't dare to distort, only the panic that seemed to be crazy was left, and he knelt down with another Taoist "plop".

At this time, they understood the meaning of the sentence "This grievance has been taken over by the underworld".

Difu has been retired for several years, and there are fewer and fewer Senluo on the rivers and lakes.

And there are more and more immortals in the Nether.

But nowadays... There are as many fears as ever before.

Xia Guang looked at the two kneeling down, nodded and said: "It seems that two lives have been saved in time, Lao Ling, be kind, leaving someone under the knife is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, today you have created a fourteenth-level floating slaughter, come back." ”

Ling Jiehu thought that Xia Guang was going to blame, but he was happy when he heard this, but he didn't show it on his face, he just lowered his head, stepped out, and stood behind the man in the green robe.

The main hall of the Murong family was all bloody.

Looking at Ling Xiaozi, who was almost dead on the ground, Xia Guang continued to watch.

Murong was furious, and hurriedly came out and said, "Shenwu King, Lord Shenwu King, these... But the real Taoist is not a fake liar, and the little girl's wedding can't see too much blood. You, you have a large number of adults, so raise your noble hand. ”

Only then did he understand what kind of existence this Shenwu King, who had been missing for ten years, but there were still a lot of worries in his heart.

After all, a hero like the Shenwu King at the beginning never broke through the void.

After he disappeared, the aura of heaven and earth was strong, and people began to ascend one after another, and some immortals came.

He didn't know the cause and effect of all this, he just made comparisons.

Who is stronger or weaker than a person who has not ascended, or a group of people who have ascended, trained in the upper realm, and descended to earth?

Although he didn't know why Ling Xiaozi, the ancestor of that sect, was pressed to the ground and beaten half to death, Murong Zhong was not a fool.

He knew that the two gangs in front of him couldn't afford to mess with him.

At the same time, he also hated himself and hated King Shenwu, because yesterday was his daughter's wedding, his son robbed his relatives, and Lao Tzu led people to slaughter...

Xia Guang shook his head: "I'm just a mortal..."

He raised his head again and greeted: "Nier, come back, don't fight, that bull's nose is about to be killed by you." ”

Xia Ne smiled: "Dad, he has been beaten to death by me, and I am whipping the corpse." ”

Xia Guang: ...

Ling Juehu: ...

Murong Zhong: ...

All:...

Normally, this kind of immortal who can go to the lower realm has arrived at the image realm, although the strength in the image realm is very different, but once they enter the image realm, the image is not destroyed, and the person is not destroyed.

Xia Guang took a closer look, just now his son made a move with hatred, this time he really didn't spare any strength, and the anger seemed to inspire something, the outer layer of the fist faintly appeared a thick black, black is the mark of the big demon, it seems that Daji did not have a good child...

This blackened skin seemed to be able to bombard the image directly, and in the series of stormy attacks just now, this old image was really cracked by him.

This really kills...

Looking up at Murong Chong's worried face, Xia Guang said indifferently: "I just brought the dog to apologize today, but I was humiliated again and again, my old Xia family never bullied others, but if someone bullied the head, they will also get up to meet the enemy." ”

Murong Zhong sighed: "Shenwu King, this immortal has not been used today, you have not seen their advanced methods of overwhelming mountains and seas, riding the wind and treading clouds, it is really beyond the reach of manpower." ”

Alas!

The head of the Murong family sighed heavily.

Xia Guang turned his head to look at Ling Juehu, "Old Ling, are immortals amazing?"

Ling Juehu said: "Immortals are nothing remarkable. ”

Xia Guang nodded: "Then go and destroy them all another day, by the way, is this system still in the supervision of the rivers and lakes implemented by the Great Zhou?"

Ling Juehu said: "Lord, this system has existed in name only, because the Great Zhou cannot control the sect with immortals. ”

Xia Guang's face was calm: "Well, then continue to implement, hey, society must have order, even if it is an immortal, is it superior to others? Can we do anything wrong? In order to maintain the stability and peace of the country, we still don't work hard enough."

Today is bullying us, so we can reverse it, but if the bullying is on someone else's head in the future, won't others be wronged?

Isn't that right, Murong Family Master?"

Murong Zhong: ...

You've won, and you're right.

"Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, after today, the head of the Murong family still plans to go to the Daomen to apologize?"

Murong was stunned when he heard this.

He had the idea of apologizing in the past, but when the Shenwu King in front of him mentioned it, he suddenly understood that it was impossible for him to restore his relationship with the Daomen.

When he was stunned, Xia Guang looked at Jiang Nanyi, whose muscles had returned to normal, and said: "Nirvana, we are here to apologize today, but we have soiled someone's hall again, you stinky boy hurry up and clean up, clean up, let's go home again." ”

Half a day later.

Jiangnan Yiba secretly summoned a group of his own "horse boys", this group of "horse boys" are all the surrounding rich second generation, martial second generation, official second generation and the like, each with the so-called "come to visit the Murong family", and then all ran over to clean up with the eldest brother.

Although the atmosphere was stagnant, the people of the Murong family really had a strange feeling when they looked at this group of lawless ancestors who were cleaning up on weekdays.

Not to mention them, even the younger brothers of Jiangnan Yiba feel strange in their hearts.

Originally, the eldest brother sent an urgent letter saying "Come to Murong's house quickly", and they thought that they were going to raid the house, or snatch out a certain female relative of the Murong family, which was very exciting.

But I didn't expect it, but it was cleaning, and I also cleaned up the corpses all over the ground.

They have done this work before.

It's just that he has always dealt with the scene, but he has never cleaned the scene.

The eldest brother gave an order, and thousands of troops came to meet each other, not to mention that the people he called at this time were all from the underground sword mountain and sea of blood together, and they were all brothers who fought side by side and could hand over their backs to each other.

"Big brother, what's wrong?"

"I've never seen my eldest brother lying on the ground mopping the floor?"

"These people are all from the Daomen..."

"What about the Daomen, isn't it great?"

The younger brothers exchanged their heads and ears, but they didn't know why, until one of them lowered his voice and said, "Big brother and his father are back." ”

A stunned man sneered: "What about the eldest brother and his father?

"I'm sorry, but King Shenwu is so amazing. ”

Someone immediately picked up.

At this time, in the living room not far away, on both sides of the rosewood coffee table, a man in a green robe with a loose and free temperament and the head of the Murong family sat on one side.

On the coffee table, in the purple sand porcelain cup, the elegant tea fragrance is emanating from the cup, and the pale white mist rises over the mouth of the cup and disappears quickly.

This house is the summer retreat of the Murong family, and the place where it is located is cool in summer, but it is almost impossible to approach in winter.

"Shenwu King, how is this good!"

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, her strength is weak, she is a mermaid, all kinds of thoughts are just daydreams, Murong Zhong naturally has a plan in his heart, there are ravines, but in the face of Daomen, immortals, these huge forces, he has nothing to do.

Looking up at this man with a sparse temperament, when he looked up, the stubble on his chin was very smelly.

The man took a sip of tea lightly and quietly spit out a sentence: "The whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister, as my uncle today, since there are mobs, so... Surrender or death. ”