"If the people of the Yin Evil Sect don't tie their hands and tie themselves up to apologize to the sky, when will they wait?"

The voice was not very loud, but it was very clear to the ears of everyone at the scene, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

The people of the Shouxian Hall appeared, a young descendant of about twenty years old, elegant and generous, like a fairy god descending to the earth step by step to give birth to a lotus, a mountain and river bamboo fan in his hand sparkling, a little red heart at the center of the eyebrows, which makes people respect and fear and cannot be blasphemed.

"Hahaha......"

Shangguan burst into tears and laughed, he looked at the five of his dead subordinates again, the smoke on their bodies had not completely dissipated, they were still burned to charcoal, and the smell of fishy burning came out from time to time, and he couldn't help laughing and choking with tears and speechlessness.

"The Yin Sha Yan Sect has long been listed as a public enemy of the whole people, and it is not tolerated by the major castles, I advise you not to resist stubbornly!"

The people of the Confucian Sect of the Shouxian Hall had a faint smile on their faces, but they gave people a cold feeling of being on top of them, and even their tone was very domineering, "As long as you honestly hand over the lair of the Yin Yan Sect, I promise to leave you with a whole corpse!"

Shangguan Feiran's expression was very indifferent, he didn't seem to have taken the so-called guardian saint of Longmu City in his eyes at all, and he didn't even look up at the people of the Shouxian Hall from beginning to end, he just stood in place in a daze and stupidly and stupidly looked at himself.

"Bold!"

The people of Confucianism felt hot on their faces, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and the mountains and rivers bamboo fans in the hands of the stepping stars were suddenly incited, and an invisible energy gathered overwhelmingly, and the rainbow bridge he laid suddenly shone brightly, reflecting half of the sky.

Everyone present was moved, they felt the pressure, they felt the urge to make a pilgrimage.

Under the urging of the Confucian people, the light of Hongqiao turned into energy characters, and people could hardly open their eyes.

After a short pause, the bamboo fan instigated again, and the characters were automatically arranged in an orderly manner, and finally combined into a lightsaber.

For a moment of embarrassment, the lightsaber slashed towards Shangguan Feiran with a dazzling light.

The sky was blood-red everywhere, and one of Shangguan Feiran's arms was cut off, and blood was suddenly scattered all over the ground.

Shangguan Feiran gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't snort at all, just glared at the Confucian people coldly.

"Second brother, as long as you surrender and admit defeat, do you still have a chance of life?" Uncle Chen hurriedly ran over, at this moment the black storm had already dissipated, seeing the miserable and miserable Shangguan Feiran's current situation, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and braved the world's disapproval to come to persuade.

"Hahaha...... A glimmer of life?" Shangguan Feiran shook his head, "Does vitality still mean to me now?"

Shangguan Feiran's tone was sad and tearful, an old man who had lost his loved ones, his body shook in the air, looking very thin and weak, everything was so unreal in a trance, he should be very self-reproachful and remorseful, tears blinded his eyes.

"My son, my father is too selfish, I shouldn't have let you get involved!"

Slowly, Shangguan Feiran squatted down, and his left hand slowly touched a person who had been burned beyond recognition by the fire.

The left hand trembled repeatedly, and the body began to shake at this moment.

Shangguan Feiran felt that the world was spinning, he was so powerless, so regretful.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is the nest of the Yin Yan Sect?"

Shangguan Feiran endured the severe pain, but he still didn't look up and look at the so-called people of the Confucian Sect of the Shouxian Palace.

Shangguan Feiran didn't say anything, just silently looked back at Uncle Chen, who was full of tears, then at He Jiongyang, who was in a depressed mood, and at He Guan, who was panicked, and finally looked at Qin Mu, showing a miserable smile.

Holding his son in his left hand, he jumped into a cliff, ending his regretful life.

"Don't, dick!"

"Master, don't!"

The people of Confucianism, Chen Liang, Aunt Xue, Uncle Chen, and other Jinwei people who had already received the order to "capture Shangguan Feiran alive", they jumped out almost at the same time, but all in vain without exception, only Uncle Chen was alone, and finally tore off a corner of Shangguan Feiran's clothes.

When they looked at it again, Shangguan Feiran and his son were gone, and they jumped off the cliff, which was dark and misty, and only saw the slightest wisp of light wind blowing, occasionally touching the yellowed and withered grass on the edge of the cliff, and shaking the smooth and bare cliff rocks.

The people of the Confucian sect of the Shouxian Hall were very angry, and laid an arc-shaped arch bridge again, forming one text symbol after another, and slashed into the depths of the cliff again with full anger, but except for hearing the sound of hula stones colliding, there was nothing else.

"Everyone has jumped, what else do you want to do?" Chen Bo suddenly became angry, and he stopped the Confucian people from attacking again.

"If it weren't for you, how could Shangguan Feiran have a chance to jump off the cliff?"

When the young man of Confucianism saw Chen Bo coming to him, he was immediately annoyed and angry, and the bamboo fan in his hand instigated.

The text energy symbols poured out of the nest and slashed at the unsuspecting Chen Bo together.

At this moment, Uncle Chen vomited blood and fell on his back and smashed into a big tree, and he almost fell into the cliff after a few rolls.

The young man who was in a bad mood for Confucianism was angry and urged the text energy symbol again, and wanted to slash at Chen Bo who was facing the sky again, but at this time Qin Mu stopped doing it, picked up a stone beside him on the spot, and smashed it with an angry swish.

The young man of Confucianism was almost smashed on the back, but fortunately he was replaced by one of Chen Liang's men.

"Look for death!"

Someone was so bold in front of everyone that he had the audacity to hit him with a stone, and the young man of Confucianism felt that his dignity was challenged, and the young offspring became a red-faced scholar, and he was furious, and the bamboo fan in his hand was once again incited.

The text lightsaber was about to slash at Qin Mu over there.

"Confucian angel, temporarily stop your anger!"

Aunt Xue hurriedly apologized, muttered a few words in the ear of the young man of Confucianism, and then stopped, but his eyes were staring at Qin Mu vividly, "I don't know what is dead or alive, this seat will give Chen Jinwei a face, stay away from me and don't let me see you!"

"Mu'er, don't!" Uncle Chen stopped Qin Mu, who was still about to do something.

Qin Mu looked at the Confucian people angrily, at this moment he really wanted to overturn this Confucian people, the atmosphere at the scene was a little tense, because Qin Mu's eyes were changing, and even a few of his hair stood up, looking like he was gritting his teeth.

But under Uncle Chen's plea, Qin Mu took three steps and made two steps, but he still came to Uncle Chen's front and wiped the blood from the corner of Uncle Chen's mouth.

He deeply knew that if he fought with the Confucian people to the end desperately today, I am afraid that even Chen Liang would not be able to save Uncle Chen's family.

"Mu'er, help me up!" Uncle Chen looked at Qin Muqiang and said to himself, "Let's go home, right?"

"Hmm!"

Qin Mu nodded stiffly, swallowed back the blood foam that he had bitten out of anger, and looked at the Confucian people coldly, "Tianzhao, I don't care who you are, and no matter how powerful you are, you listen to me, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!"

Tianzhao was a name that one of Chen Liang's cronies had whispered in his ear when he intercepted Qin Mu's attack just now.

"You ......"

The forehead of the Confucian sect of the Shouxian Hall was wrinkled, and he was very angry at the moment, and it was a great insult to him to be called out in public.

Qin Mu picked up Uncle Chen, who was still unconscious, and glanced at Chen Liang, who was dazed, again, and turned around and left angrily.