Xu Youran stood aside, and with a casual throw, a huge transparent light mask instantly enveloped the high platform.

I only heard Xu Youran say: "In my Yunmeng Sect's True Rain Transformation Qi Hood, no matter how a few people do it, they will not accidentally hurt others." ”

Ye Xuanxin turned his head and glared at Xu Youran, snorted coldly, and did not speak.

Xu Youran's move has the intention of protecting other people on the high platform, but it is obviously also reminding the few people who want to do it: It's okay, you can fight casually, I will do all the preparations for you.

Linghu Broken Gut didn't expect that the man in front of him, who was only twenty years old, would have such courage, and in the face of the five masters who were equivalent to Yuan Infant cultivation, he would dare to take away Ye Xuanxin, the only one who came forward to help, you must know that if it weren't for Ye Xuanxin's identity, Linghu would have done it a long time ago, where would there be so much nonsense. At this moment, Ye Xuan's heart retreated, and Ling Hu no longer hesitated, and the evil qi gushed out all over his body, and a ghost-headed Zen staff with a dead spirit in his hand smashed straight towards Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang didn't care if the Zen staff would hurt him, and he didn't deliberately dodge, he had a strong confidence in his starry sky body.

The body suddenly rose high, and the green dragon knife in his hand slashed at Linghu in the air.

At this moment, the four major city lords shot out together, and they did not take out their blades, but all of them took out their palms and shot at Nie Wushuang who was rising in the air.

If Nie Wushuang wanted to save himself, he had to retract his knife and twist his body, but out of his confidence in the starry sky body, Nie Wushuang's knife momentum was not retracted, the knife path did not change, and the Qinglong knife still slashed down without any change.

Bang bang bang, four muffled sounds.

The four city lords, all four palms slapped on Nie Wushuang's body.

Nie Wushuang's Green Dragon Knife had been completely embedded in Ling Hu's broken shoulder.

A strange smile came out of Linghu's gut-breaking mouth, and the ghost-headed Zen staff in his hand was also pressed against Nie Wushuang's chest.

Everyone didn't move, and the four city lords didn't move, after really making a move with Nie Wushuang, the faces of the four people became a little ugly, and they found that when they slapped it with their palms, it seemed to be slapped in the ethereal starry sky, and it didn't fall into place at all, and the feeling of slapping cotton with a hard palm made the four of them uncomfortable.

Everyone saw that Nie Wushuang's body was not affected at all after being slapped by each of the four city lords, floating in the air, and the ugly-looking broken knife did not have any brilliance flowing, so it was slashed on Ling Hu's broken shoulder and embedded in it.

Linghu stood on the ground with a broken bowel, the ghost head Zen staff on Nie Wushuang's chest, and said with a strange smile: "Don't say that you cut it off, even if you cut it off, what can you do? ”

Nie Wushuang was horizontal in the air, parallel to the ground, holding the handle of the Qinglong knife in his hand, staring at Linghu with his eyes, and said, "Then you can try." After Nie Wushuang finished speaking, his mind moved, and the killing intent on the Qinglong knife poured out, and in the killing intent, there was an endless evil aura.

Ling Hu suddenly felt that his soul body was wrapped in that boundless evil qi, and the huge killing machine enveloped his entire soul in it, and he even felt that as long as Nie Wushuang's sword exerted his strength again, he would end up with his soul body bursting, and he would end up dying on the spot.

Nie Wushuang slowly lowered his body from mid-air, standing in front of Linghu Broken Intestines, the Qinglong Knife was still embedded in the opponent's shoulder, but there was no blood flowing out of the knife edge, only a trace of black gas coming out.

Linghu was shocked and changed color: "The qi of the Dan!"

Ling Hu broke his intestines at this time and really felt Nie Wushuang's cultivation, as a master of the Ghost King Realm, he had dealt with too many human races, and he had experienced countless spiritual power tastes of the cultivators of the Human Race Dan Realm.

The master of Dan Po Yuan Infant, the operation of spiritual power is a new force, not this kind of power to break through, this point, after the move, Ling Hu broke his intestines to understand.

When Linghu shouted these four words, everyone on the high platform was shocked, only Xu Youran's face showed a trace of weirdness.

Fu Xuesong stood under the high platform and took a deep breath, he never imagined that Nie Wushuang was only a ninth-order, and the battle situation would be like this.

Nie Wushuang said: "What about the Qi of the Dan? ”

The evil qi on the blade of the Qinglong Knife had already begun to invade the soul body of the broken fox, and the broken intestines of the fox only felt the slightest chill entering the body, and he couldn't help but tremble.

The faces of the four city lords changed greatly, no one dared to do it at this time, with the eyes of these masters, everyone could see that this seemingly unremarkable broken knife emitted a heart-palpitating evil aura, this terrible evil qi was enough to make the fox disappear between heaven and earth, the ghost cultivated his body and died, the soul body was destroyed, and there would no longer be a chance to enter reincarnation.

Linghu softened.

To be exact, fear rose in his heart, the other party was too powerful, not to be strong in cultivation, but to the other party's human race, the body did not know what it was made of, with the body of the Dan Realm, he was not afraid of the attack of the Yuan Infant at all, and the knife in the other party's hand was even more terrifying, so terrifying that he felt that as long as the other party was willing, his soul would be destroyed, only in the blink of an eye.

Everyone's breathing even turned from the outside to the inside, on and off the stage, and the needle drop could be heard.

Ye Xuanxin seemed to have expected such a situation, and his face was not shocked.

Linghu's heartbroken soul body was invaded by evil qi, and the pain worsened little by little, but he didn't dare to move at all.

Nie Wushuang opened his mouth and said: "Linghu broke his bowels, I have no interest in your life and death, I came to the stage to take her away." As he spoke, he pointed to Yun Qianruo, who was lying in a wheelchair behind him, and said word by word: "Is it okay?"

If it is for other races, there is still a soul body after death, but Linghu does not have a broken intestine, he is a ghost cultivator based on the soul body, if he dies, he is really dead.

It wasn't until Nie Wushuang expressed that he didn't want to kill Linghu that the other four city lords returned to their normal complexions.

"Third brother, let him go!" shouted the Barbarian King of Tianmu City.

Linghu didn't nod or move.

"Third brother. The Demon King of Tianxu City, Jing Yu, stepped forward slowly and cut off his intestines to Linghu: "Today's matter, I will make the decision for you." As he spoke, he slowly walked between Linghu Broken Intestine and Nie Wushuang, turned his back to Linghu Broken Intestine, and said to Nie Wushuang: "Put away your knife, we'll let you go." ”

Nie Wushuang jerked suddenly, and the Qinglong Knife roared up from Linghu's broken shoulder, his right hand didn't stop, and he suddenly thrust the Qinglong Knife behind his back, upside down on the shoulder strap, and didn't look at anyone else, slowly walked towards Yun Qianruo, pushing Yun Qianruo's wheelchair with both hands, and slowly walked towards the high platform.

At this time, no one took another step forward, and Ling Hu's broken intestines were even more bloodless, watching Nie Wushuang step by step down the high platform, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Up and down the platform, everyone's eyes were focused on Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang pushed Yun Qianruo, and got off the high platform step by step, and when he passed by Chen Xuanyu's side, he said, "Xuanyu, let's go!"

In the crowd, each had a wonderful expression, their eyes were focused on Nie Wushuang, and no one said a word, just watching Nie Wushuang leave slowly.