The martial artists who held Murong Fei hostage had already raised the long swords in their hands when Chen Xi went to block them, filling them with Luo Zhenyuan, if these swords were cut solidly, then even if they were as strong as demon beasts, they would not be able to escape the fate of being shattered.

Under Murong Xiong's grief-stricken gaze, his face was pale, and Murong Fei, who had never said a word, was directly shattered by several sword lights.

"No, ......" Murong Xiong let out a cry of blood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the sky, and he was already dying. Originally, Murong Fei was missing, and he still had a trace of thought, but now that Murong Fei was killed in front of so many people, he was already seriously injured, and he saw his son die tragically in front of him, where is there any reason to survive.

Murong Yun was even more unlucky, and fainted on the spot.

After Shen Ao's long sword dealt with Chen Xi, in just a breath, he killed in front of those black-clothed people, and the seven black-clothed people were sealed by Shen Ao's sword without even saying a word. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this, just for a breath of time.

After Shen Ao solved the seven black-clothed people, he didn't look at the competition for the dungeon seal, although he was very curious about the dungeon seal, he knew that with his current strength, it was useless for him to have the dungeon seal. If there weren't some outrageous mechanisms and prohibitions in the Wandering Dungeon, he wouldn't believe it if he was killed, even if he got the seal, it was estimated that he would be dead and lifeless when he entered the dungeon. So what's the use of snatching the seal of the underground palace?

Shen Ao hurried to Murong Xiong's side, frowned and looked at Murong Yun who had fainted, and then looked at Murong Xiong, who was already dying.

Murong Xiong looked at the man who was close in front of him, but it was like a mystery. He could no longer utter a single word, and he could even feel his few life potentials draining away at a terrifying rate. He looked at Murong Yun with difficulty, and then looked at Shen Ao with an almost pleading look.

Of course, Shen Ao understood what Murong Xiong was trying to express, but Shen Ao was also very clear about what he would face in the future. To be honest, Shen Ao didn't agree to Murong Xiong's request, he just wanted to take Murong Yun away from this Eastern Wilderness City, complete this transaction, and let Murong Yun follow him, Shen Ao couldn't guarantee her safety at all, and even Shen Ao couldn't even say that he would suddenly fall that day.

Shen Ao just wanted to open his mouth to refuse, but when the words came to his mouth, he saw Murong Xiong's pleading eyes, but all the words he said changed their taste.

"I know what you want to say, I can't guarantee anything, but don't worry, as long as I don't fall, then absolutely no one can hurt her"

Forget it, help others to the end, I don't know if those guys in the past will die of laughter if they know that there will be such an indecisive day, Shen Ao said secretly in his heart.

Murong Xiong looked at Shen Ao gratefully, and finally closed his eyes, ending his short life. The strange thing is that the corners of Murong Xiong's mouth have the slightest inconspicuous smile, there is no resentment, no remorse, and some are peaceful and relieved. As the head of the family and the father, he was too tired to live, his heart was already tired, maybe when the woman died in his arms, he should have died a long time ago, but as a father and the head of the family, he lived for more than twenty years, so maybe it was his best relief, no grievances, no interests, no Murong family, no all of this.

The competition for the seal of the underground palace has gradually become white-hot, countless martial arts and sword moves are bombarded wildly, and people are dazzled, although the strength of the people of the Fire Sword Sect seems to be the most vigorous, but the one who stayed here does not have a few green onions, and they all have a tacit understanding to pick the people of the Fire Sword Sect to fight, as the so-called gun shoots the first bird, the forces like the Fire Sword Sect are too ostentatious, who do you fight if you don't fight? As for the two black-clothed people who came to catch the seal at the beginning, they have already been seconded. Although most people are besieging the Fire Sword Sect, they are wary of each other, and even secretly give you a black hand, so the battle situation became a pot of porridge for a while, and the fight was inseparable, and the seal of the underground palace also changed hands several times.

A warrior had just grabbed the seal, and just wanted to run away, but was beaten to death by someone after taking a few steps.

"Haha, the seal is mine," a warrior laughed, but the laughter stopped abruptly here, a sharp sword pierced his throat, and his left hand holding the seal had already been cut off by the roots.

Saint Qianfeng's sword was already stained with blood, and he didn't have that scheming appearance, he was covered in blood and full of amazing murderous aura. In a short period of time, they were attacked by several waves of the damn scattered cultivators, which made him murderous, and he beheaded several ground-level martial artists in a row.

"Whoever can help the Fire Sword Sect obtain the seal, the Fire Sword Sect will give the treatment to the inner disciples. If you can give the seal to the Fire Sword Sect, no matter where you come from, the Fire Sword Sect will treat you as an elder. But whoever dares to stop it, that is to be the enemy of the Fire Sword Sect, and there is no mercy!" In the end, Saint Qianfeng was murderous, no one would suspect that Saint Qianfeng was joking, many people chose to join the camp of the Flame Sword Sect after weighing their pros and cons, so that the pressure of Saint Qianfeng and the others dropped sharply, but it was not so simple to get the seal, and those who had cultivated to the high level of the ground level were not something he could convince with these conditions. For this, Saint Qianfeng had also expected this, after all, the position of the elder of the Fire Sword Sect was definitely not as great as the temptation of the underground palace for those people.

Shen Ao hugged Murong Yun, who had fainted, and looked coldly at these people who were fighting to the death. No one notices him now, they all pay attention to the seal of the underground palace, where is there time to take care of these two people who are not related to each other now. According to common sense, now is the best time to escape, but Shen Ao did not leave, because he was waiting for someone, someone who was enough to change the status quo, and an existence that was enough for anyone to dare not be presumptuous.

Suddenly, a smell of loneliness permeated the entire courtyard, and even the people who had killed them stopped fighting after feeling the loneliness. Some high-level martial artists at the prefecture level were stunned at first, and then pale, because they thought of that possibility, and thought of that terrible person. The people of the Fire Sword Sect were happy, and their hearts that had been tense could finally be relaxed, because the myth of their Fire Sword Sect, the unbreakable legend, was here, and Saint Qianfeng was Gujing Wubo, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

The corners of Shen Ao's mouth curled slightly: Is it finally here? I don't know where your realm has reached now?

A figure like a sword light stood abruptly on the wall of Murong's house, and a loneliness as if it came from ancient times spread from him, and everything was lonely.

A sword from the west, a hundred years of loneliness.