Nangong Weiyang appeared on the southern street of Huahai City, even Qin Lang was unexpected.

Qin Lang sat on the dragon shadow, dominating the sky, and he saw Nangong Weiyang.

"Peacock, is the star a peacock?"

Qin Lang was a little excited in his heart.

That's right!

With the horror of Yi Lianxing's previous life, even if he was reincarnated and reborn, how could he be so mediocre?

The peacock, which has always been mysterious, hides the extremely deep Nangong Weiyang.

Behind these two names, of course, is Yi Lianxing.

Jiang Dong looked at Nangong Weiyang in surprise, a little puzzled, so he said, "Nangong Weiyang, do you want to die?"

In his opinion, Nangong Weiyang was not a cultivator.

At this time, Jiang Huaqing was massacring cultivators in Huahai City, and Nangong Weiyang came unexpectedly, not looking for death?

"Jiang Huaqing has me on his list, how can you say I can stay out of the matter?" Nangong Weiyang said lightly.

Jiang Dong was stunned when he heard this, and immediately looked at the list, from beginning to end, there were more than a thousand names, but there was no Nangong Weiyang.

"Peacock!"

Nangong Weiyang simply spit out two words.

Jiang Dong's body shook, and a strong shock erupted in his eyes.

"Peacock..."

Mysterious, low-key, and the peacock who has always been the number one killer in the underground world who has never seen the end of the dragon, it turned out to be Nangong Weiyang.

In particular, Nangong Weiyang is extremely beautiful, and he is still a student of Huahai University.

The two, in any way, are not linked.

Nangong Weiyang admitted it in person, she was a peacock.

"Since you are a peacock, then even if I don't want you to die, you have to die!"

Jiang Dong said coldly.

Nangong Weiyang smiled lightly, with a murderous intent in his eyes, "So, I'm here to kill you." ”

With that, the bloody hand and the rakshasa shot instantly.

The two of them killed the cultivators in Jinling.

Nangong Weiyang's face was calm, and his eyes were staring at Jiangdong.

"Kill me, you're not qualified!"

Jiang Dong said with a sneer.

His body burst into flames, and the asphalt exploded under his feet.

"Nine Styles of Gods and Demons!"

A soft snort.

Jiangdong hit hundreds of palms one after another, one after another, dense as rain, and fell towards Nangong Weiyang.

Nangong Weiyang's body is like a butterfly, constantly flying and dodging in the middle of the palm power.

The Jiangdong realm is climbing, if you hit hard, within a moment, Nangong Weiyang will be defeated.

The two fought each other, and their figures kept flying, looking like a ball of light and shadow.

Bang bang!

Waves of air spread outward, the asphalt exploded, and sand and gravel splattered everywhere.

The street lamps beside the street have long been swept away by a powerful force, and the tall buildings behind them are constantly breaking and collapsing.

Jiang Dong was a beginner-level powerhouse in the Spirit Yuan Realm at this time, and Nangong Weiyang was at the peak of the Heavenly Realm Grandmaster, and there was a threshold difference between the two.

However, Nangong Weiyang's moves are exquisite, and they are no worse than Jiangdong, who has the inheritance of gods and demons.

The strange and unpredictable footwork, and the sharp volley palm force, actually forced Jiangdong to be a little embarrassed.

The name of Peacock, which topped the list of killers in the underground world, did not happen overnight.

The position at the top of the list was reached by Nangong Weiyang step by step, killing many strong people, and stepping on a lot of bones and blood.

When it comes to killing, Nangong Weiyang is no less than Jiangdong, who is known as the Mercenary Emperor.

Rumble!

Jiang Dong received a slap from Nangong Weiyang, although it was not seriously injured, but it shocked him and his blood rolled.

"Nangong Weiyang, you forced me, I'm going to trample you under my feet!"

Jiang Dong gritted his teeth and said coldly.

He stepped forward with one foot, and suddenly a deep pit appeared on the ground, and at the same time, his body was like a cannonball, suddenly shooting towards Nangong Weiyang.

A spear appeared in his hand, and the tip of the spear condensed with terrifying power, as if space could be stabbed.

This shot, even if there is a high mountain in front of it, will be shattered with one shot.

Whatever a shot is pointed, invincible.

Black light swirled around the tip of the spear, like an ancient beast that seemed to be ready to devour everything at any moment.

Nangong Weiyang's eyes were solemn, and she floated backwards.

Burst!

A peacock fan appears out of thin air.

"A broken fan, I'll see what's the use!"

Jiang Dong laughed hideously and roared sarcastically.

A sound of gold and iron resonating stimulates the eardrums, making people's hearts like thousands of horses galloping.

The tip of the spear pierced the fan of the peacock.

Mars shines fiercely, and from a distance, it looks like fireworks.

"What is the use of a fan, just try it!"

Nangong Weiyang said lightly, her left hand stretched out, and her middle and index fingers were together.

A little light wrapped around her fingertips, and she clicked on the fan.

Bang!

A powerful wave of air set off a storm, and the surrounding high-rise buildings collapsed.

The Bloody Hand and the Rakshasa had originally killed the two great grandmasters, and they were about to kill the Earth Realm cultivators.

Suddenly, a powerful wave of qi shook the two of them directly away.

The realm cultivators of Jinling City, whose strength is weak, have been shocked to death on the spot by this wave of qi, and the seven orifices are bleeding!

Nangong Weiyang's face turned pale for a while, and the light of the peacock fan became dim.

The spear in Jiangdong's hand turned into powder on the spot.

He was hit in the chest fifty-six times by a peacock fan!

A mouthful of blood continues to bloom with blood flowers.

Jiang Dong took more than ten steps back, his face was shocked, and he looked at Nangong Weiyang with frightened eyes.

From the time he knew that Nangong Weiyang was a peacock, he knew that the other party was very strong.

However, even if he overestimated Nangong Weiyang, he found out that he still underestimated her.

Nangong Weiyang is only the peak cultivation realm of the Heavenly Realm Grandmaster, how can he beat Jiangdong who has already stepped into the Lingyuan realm?

Jiangdong was shocked and heartbroken.

Why can Qin Lang and Nangong Weiyang both fight across borders?

As the inheritance of the Demon God, he is a person who is favored by the Demon God, how can he not even be compared to an ordinary cultivator?

"Jiang Huaqing wants to slaughter Huahai Martial Dao, if it is based on your words alone, how is it different from talking big?"

Although Nangong Weiyang defeated Jiangdong, his own situation was not optimistic.

The blow just now seemed to be easy and casual, but in fact, it was done with all its might.

At this time, Bloody Hand and Rakshasa stood behind Nangong Weiyang and looked at Jiangdong with a wary expression.

"This path cultivator in the south of Huahai City, although I am leading the team, it is not me who is the most deadly. ”

Jiang Dong smiled, with blood on the corner of his mouth, looking a little terrifying.

"What do you mean?"

Nangong Weiyang frowned, and said in a cold voice.

"Jiang Huaqing said, there will be a surprise on the South Road, and sure enough, you appeared, even I couldn't have imagined that you would be a murderous peacock!"

The Peacock Order is tightly organized, if it weren't for Zhang Huan's defection to the enemy, Nangong Weiyang's identity would not have been revealed at all.

From the moment Zhang Huan rebelled, he had already shaken out the secret of the Peacock Order.

Jiang Huaqing already knew that Nangong Weiyang was a peacock.

"Jiang Huaqing knows that you are a peacock, how can he not plant a spy by your side?" Jiang Dong smiled coldly, even a little rampant, "Don't do it yet?"

Nangong Weiyang is alert!

At this time, the bloody hand beside her, who had been silent, shot like lightning.

A bloody hand, as if it was stained with countless evil blood, was imprinted on Nangong Weiyang's back.

The bloody hand suddenly attacked, and neither Nangong Weiyang nor Rakshasa expected it.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ling!"

Bloody Hand felt guilty in his heart, and he had no way out of rebellion.

Although his heart was full of shame, he shot mercilessly, and the speed was even faster.

He was so close to Nangong Weiyang that he could almost reach out and touch it.

Almost instantly, his hand was already pressed on Nangong Weiyang's back.

Burst!

Blood flies.

A figure, like a kite with a broken string, flew far away, and its head rolled to the ground.

Bloody hands, die!

A cyan sword, freshly drunk with blood, stuck horizontally on the ground.

Green Ancient Sword!

Qin Lang carried his hands behind his back, and his body slowly landed next to the Qing Yan Ancient Sword, his eyes staring at Jiangdong.