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"My lord, what the hell is going on?" The two of them, dressed in black and white robes, also raised their eyes to look at the red-robed judge at that time, and it was obvious that Jiaolong's sudden appearance was not in their plan.

The red-robed judge's brows furrowed, and his face was extremely ugly.

"The news given by the palace is that the dragon will be born in three days, and I don't know what is going on. As he spoke, he looked at the dragon in the river, which had already revealed half of its body, and his eyes flashed fiercely.

"Since Jiaolong was born, presumably someone in the palace will come soon, you wait for me to contain it first, and wait for the rescue in the palace. The judge said, but soon he seemed to remember something, and said: "Jiaolong's news can't be leaked, you go and kill all the disciples of Linglong Pavilion." ”

Unlike what he said before, the judge's words were addressed to the dozens of green-shirted and purple-robed Shura under him.

Senluo Hall is certainly a place to abide by the rules.

But sometimes, the so-called rules have no meaning in the face of absolute interests.

Again, when he said this, either because of the urgency of the situation, or because he had enough confidence in his own strength, he did not use any method similar to teleportation.

Therefore, these words naturally fell into the ears of Xu Han and others word for word.

The faces of the people who stood up by supporting each other immediately changed.

The shaking of the earth continued, and those Shura were all flesh monks, and their adaptability was much higher than that of ordinary monks like You Lingqu, and they had already adapted to such a strange situation at this moment, and they were rushing towards everyone with murderous energy.

Bang dang.

At that time, only a crisp sound was heard, and the petite Fang Ziyu stepped forward suddenly.

A cold look suddenly appeared on her still somewhat fat face.

"You go quickly, I will cut off this place. She couldn't speak, and the majestic True Yuan poured out of her body like a tide at that moment.

As soon as she stretched out her sword, hundreds of sword shadows emerged from her blade, slowly spinning around the blade.

"Go. A sword flashed in her eyes, and she spat out an edict.

At that time, hundreds of sword shadows turned into cold rays and flew out, and the blades of the swords were cold, like a fierce tiger descending from a mountain.

Burst!

Burst!

Streams of blood burst out from the crowd that had been slaughtered.

In just a blink of an eye, several Shura fell under the blade of the sword.

It must be known that these Shura are all powerful in the Vajra Realm and even the Zixiao Realm, and if they are placed anywhere, they are enough to sit in the position of the helmsman of the Senluo Palace. How powerful their bodies were, ordinary blades could not even leave a few dents on their bodies, but under the sword shadow of Fang Ziyu's sword intent and true yuan, one after another drank hatred on the spot.

This is the power of the Monk of the Netherworld.

The true yuan is released, and it is enough to take people's lives thousands of miles away.

But Shura was originally a dead soldier cultivated by the Senluo Temple, and the death of his companions could not make them half afraid, but only deepened the ferocity in their bodies at the moment.

They stepped on the corpses of those companions and slaughtered them like vicious wolves, and in an instant, the distance from Fang Ziyu was less than a hundred feet.

The flesh body of the flesh cultivator is strong, whether it is speed or the power of an instantaneous explosion, it is enough to crush the fellow realm monk, once they are promoted, in the case of being outnumbered, it is difficult for Fang Ziyu to have half a chance of winning.

Fang Ziyu thought about this, and his face became more and more gloomy.

She gritted her teeth, and her other hand reached out sharply, gently patting the hilt of the sharp sword.

Bite!

The body of the clear blade trembled, a crisp sword roar swayed, and the pure sword intent poured out from the sword like a stream, although it was not majestic, but it was endless.

Fang Ziyu's hands immediately opened to the sides, and Qing Feng left the support of his hands, and magically levitated in front of her.

The index fingers and ring fingers of both hands stretched out, the other three fingers were bent, and with the trajectory of her hands spreading, sword shadows reappeared.

At this time, those Shura had already killed her to a distance of no more than ten zhang, and with the speed of the Shura, they could slash her with a sword in just a few breaths.

"The box is silent for thousands of years, and a sword is worth ten thousand troops!"

At this moment, a murmuring voice spat out from Fang Ziyu's mouth.

As the last military word fell, the hair in front of Fang Ziyu's forehead was suddenly raised, and Qing Feng in front of him led the thousands of sword shadows at this time, flying out.

This sword is out, and everything is silent.

I only heard the sound of wails, and half of the Shura who killed them hated this sword move.

And Fang Ziyu's face turned white immediately, obviously, this style is also very expensive for her.

Those Shura who survived this sword move naturally realized this, and the speed under their feet was a little faster, and they killed Fang Ziyu in an instant, and one after another bright swords with cold edges slashed towards Fang Ziyu from both sides.

At this time, Fang Ziyu had not yet recovered from the previous battle, she had rarely fought with flesh body cultivators, so she naturally didn't expect their speed to be so fast, and she didn't expect it for a while, and she couldn't open any defensive posture.

And seeing those swords in his own body, Fang Ziyu was full of life and death.

She didn't have much fear, but she felt that she hadn't seen the stupid guy surnamed Chen for the last time, and she was very sorry.

"Be careful!" At that moment, a burst of shouts erupted.

A knife and a right arm wrapped in a white cloth stretched out from either side of her, narrowly blocking the slashed sword alive.

But it was Xu Han and You Lingqu.

Fang Ziyu, who escaped death, was stunned for a moment, and looked sideways at the two, with both the happiness of the rest of his life after the catastrophe and a trace of incomprehension in his eyes.

When she stopped these Shura, she was thinking of fighting for her life, and in order to let Xu Han and the others have a glimmer of life, but she didn't want them to go and return.

"You?" she asked, stunned for a moment.

"This matter started because of me, if only the senior sister is left here to fight for her life, what kind of face will you have to go back to meet the master?" You Lingqu slashed back the Shura who was bullied forward, and said in his mouth.

"Don't look at me, I owe the teacher a favor and promised him to take you back. Xu Han shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

The answer of the two made Fang Ziyu's heart surge with emotion, and it was at this time that she realized that not only Xu Han and You Lingqu had not left, but even Bai Fengyi and the others had set up a posture behind them. Although he did not speak, the meaning of advancing and retreating together could not be more obvious.

At that time, Fang Ziyu nodded heavily.

"Okay! Today, I'll take everyone out together!" After saying this, the girl's three-foot Qingfeng escaped from a distance again, she held a long sword in her hand, and the majestic Zhenyuan around her spewed out again, and went straight to meet those Shura.

......

Linglong Pavilion, the peak of the heavy moment.

This mountain is full of aura, and even more so on the top of the mountain.

In order to make better use of the aura here, the sages of the Linglong Pavilion specially opened up three caves here, forming a three-way large array to absorb the aura.

These three caves are called Liushuo, Youquan, and Qingyin respectively.

Among them, Liushuo and Youquan are occupied by Si Blank and Ye Hongjian respectively.

And in the third Qingyin Cave, a young man dressed in white and with white hair was sitting cross-legged in it, his face was calm and white, and his eyes were closed as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. And on the ground beside him was a long sword, the body of the sword was snow-white, the hilt was simple, and there was no decoration in it.

It was a very ordinary sword.

Just like this man, he looks like a very ordinary person except for his gray hair.

But what is unusual is that there is something called Yi around him.

That intent was far from being as simple as sword intent, and it was mixed with something indescribable.

Like a goshawk with wings outstretched, like a lion fighting rabbit.

Silence is like water, and when it moves, it will be the tide surging, and the thunder will be thousands.

Squeak.

With a hoarse sound, the door of the cave was pushed open from the outside.

The man's eyes opened at that time, and the dark eyes seemed to hide stars in the depths, but they seemed to be empty.

"That kid seems to be in some trouble, you can take a trip. The man outside the cave said in a deep voice.

"Yes. The man nodded slightly, his face unwavering. The long sword beside him swung with a swing, and a sword roared.

Although it is not high-pitched, it is like a dusk drum and morning bell.

It's all silent.