Shen Gong Fengjue looked at the man who spoke, then glanced at the Shi Long, his face instantly turned cold, and then shouted in a low voice: "Are you talking to me?

As he spoke, two fine lights shot out of his eyes in an instant, and he went straight to the man who had just spoken.

These two rays of light are like substance, just a momentary process, and they arrive in front of the man.

Shi Shi Long stretched out his hand to resist, but these two essence lights directly penetrated the other party's palm, and then instantly disappeared into his brain.

Then, an incredible scene appeared, the palm of the dragon was instantly penetrated, and blood flowed down the shriveled palm.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying, because the man standing behind the Shilong fell directly to the ground, obviously killed by the means of Shen Gong and the knight just now.

Seeing this scene, the scene instantly became silent, time seemed to stand still, and everyone looked at the corpse lying on the ground in a daze, without saying a word.

In the end, I don't know who broke the silence first, and the folding fan in his hand, "Let's click...", fell to the ground, and then immediately picked it up and took two steps back, obviously frightened.

Holding the palm that was still dripping blood, the dragon looked down at his dead clansmen, then raised his head angrily and said coldly, "Kill my clansmen?"

Shen Gongdang looked at the murderous gaze of this Shilong and sneered, "Hmph... Confess, what do you want?"

At this time, the Nine Elders' faces turned pale, obviously because of the spiritual attack they had just issued, which had caused a lot of damage.

But even so, Shen Gong still looked directly at the attack dragon with cold eyes, and said: "The old man never gives an explanation for killing people, even if your ancestor of the attack family comes!"

"You—" The dragon wanted to say something, but finally endured it, because he knew that now was not the time to do it, at least until the other party told him about the tomb of the living dead.

At this time, suddenly a figure flashed from mid-air, only to see an old man in green clothes appear in front of the nine elders, the person who came came with a crane hair and a childish face, a pair of eyes are not black, but with a blood color, like a blood pupil, which is surprising, but this old man looks very weird, saying that the old man can not even see a trace of wrinkles on his face, and his skin is as white as a baby, saying that he is a young man, but the gray hair cannot be combined with the young man, so it can only be described as a crane hair and a childish face.

After looking at it for a while, from everyone's eyes, Zhang Yiyang still guessed the identity of this old man, presumably he was the third ancestor of the Xiahou clan, Xiahou Blood Pupil.

Seeing Xiahou's blood pupils, Shen Gong wanted to stand up, but he was waved by the other party's big hand, and an invisible aura pressed back to the stool.

"Don't get up!"

Xiahou Blood Pupil smiled elegantly and said softly.

Shen Gong was not polite, nodded, sat back on the stool, and said gratefully: "You saved me, I haven't thanked you yet!"

Xiahou Blood Pupil sighed softly and said, "Alas... There is also a certain reason why I saved you, you don't have to thank you! It's my Xiahou clan who owes you the Shen Gong family!"

Shen Gong naturally knew the meaning of the other party's words, and he didn't say much, but sighed at the same time.

Looking at Shen Gong's knighthood, Xiahou Xuetong said: "Hehe! Now that everyone is here, can we start! I can't wait!"