Murong Xiong's eyes cracked as he looked at Murong Yun, who had fainted, and he had a sense of foreboding from the beginning. From the fierce fight between him and Lin Wen just now, according to Murong Yun's character, he should have rushed out a long time ago, but the reality is that Murong Yun didn't show up until he almost died, which is really unusual.

Yi Zhongtian felt very happy when he saw Murong Xiong's appearance, didn't you scold very quickly just now? Why didn't you scold? Give you three points of color, you really think you are a character. As early as when Lin Wen and Murong Xiong were fighting fiercely, Yi Zhongtian had already sneaked into Murong Yun's room and kidnapped her, with his strength at the peak of the ground level, it was not difficult to do this.

"I don't know what the head of the Murong family thinks, I have the patience to wait, but my disciples don't have the patience to accompany you. If you accidentally cause any harm to Miss Murong, that's something you and I don't want to see."

* Naked threat, but this is a condition that Murong Xiong has to compromise, a negotiation without the slightest compromise.

Murong Xiong collapsed to the ground as if he had lost the strength of his whole body, his eyes glazed. He also wanted to give them the damn dungeon seal, but could he still give it now? Can he still take it out? If he took out that box, it was estimated that Murong Yun and himself would be a hundred times more cruel than if they didn't give it to him, because the box that was supposed to contain the damn seal was actually empty. The location where he put the seal was extremely secret, no one knew it except himself, and in order to prevent leakage, he never took out the box, but today he wanted to pick it up to make sure, but after opening the box, there was nothing inside. This reality made Murong Xiong feel dizzy at that time, because the loss of the seal meant that his Murong family no longer had any capital to maneuver between the major forces, and there was no condition for signing up, this was the end of the Murong family. Some people may say, don't you say that the seal is not on your Murong family? I believe that no one in a small family without the seal will be interested, won't this escape the catastrophe?

But would anyone believe that? The chances of someone believing can be said to be so slim as to be negligible. If you say it's gone, it's gone, just take out an empty box and fool whom? It can be said that the person who stole the seal completely sent Murong Xiong into the eighteenth layer of hell, leaving him speechless.

Yi Zhongtian frowned, and Murong Xiong looked like he was not very willing to hand it over now. If it goes on like this, Yi Zhongtian doesn't have such a great patience to accompany him.

"Slap ......" A voice resounded throughout the courtyard, and I saw that Murong Yun's original fair face had turned red, a bright red palm print was clearly visible, and a trace of blood also flowed from the corner of Murong Yun's mouth, which showed the force of this slap.

Murong Xiong spurted out a mouthful of blood, his already pale face was now even more invisible, even if Yi Zhongtian didn't kill him in the end, if there was no life-saving elixir against the sky, it was estimated that he wouldn't live long.

Seeing Murong Xiong like this, Yi Zhongtian felt his head grow for a while, he never thought that Murong Xiong's body had been so bad. If the thing hasn't been asked yet, but the person is dead, then you really know how to explain it when you go back this time. But now apart from this method, there is really no way to * Murong Xiong to tell the whereabouts of the seal.

"Leave him alone, continue to do what you have to do until that old guy who doesn't know what to do tells the whereabouts of the seal," Yi Zhongtian shouted.

The black-clothed martial artist only did not hesitate to carry out Yi Zhongtian's orders, and he had never thought about any hot hand destroying flowers or anything like that. The black-clothed warrior looked at Murong Yun with a cruel smile, and slowly raised his right hand, this time his hands faintly saw the fluctuation of the true yuan, this palm, no one is comfortable, let alone such a delicate girl.

Just when everyone felt sorry for Murong Yun, a magnificent and cold sword light fell from the sky, like a meteor piercing the sky, stunning the world. The cursor is brilliant and intoxicating, but behind this incomparable beauty is a deadly death.

The sword light shot directly at Yi Zhongtian, Yi Zhongtian's scalp was numb for a while, and in this sword light, he smelled the breath of death that should never have appeared here. Yi Zhongtian shouted, narrowly avoiding this terrifying sword, but in this way, the black-clothed warrior behind him was exposed to the deadly sword light, how could he resist it with the strength of this black-clothed warrior. The grim smile on the black-clothed warrior's face had not disappeared, but in the blink of an eye, his body was surrounded by sword light, brilliant and brilliant, and then with a bang, the black-clothed warrior was directly shattered by the sharp sword light, and his bones were gone. After the sword light killed the Mortal Warrior, its power gradually decreased, but just like that, it still left a deep crack on the ground.

The strange thing was that the black-clothed martial artist was shattered by the sword light, but Murong Yun, who was very close to him, was not damaged at all, not even a single hair was burdened by this sword light, but the hands of the other martial artist holding Murong Yun were broken together. The masters who noticed this all gasped in unison, the masters, the absolute masters, the elders of the *Returning Flower Sect, had a desperately accurate control of the sword.

Just as Murong Yun's body was about to fall to the ground, a figure seemed to appear out of thin air and caught Murong Yun's body. This person was dressed in a moon-white robe, his long gray hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he was only tied with a simple hemp rope, he was like a peerless sword out of the sheath, and the whole person exuded an infinite sharp aura, as if he wanted to pierce the sky above his head. He gives people the illusion that he is the sword, the sword is him, and the human sword is part of each other.

The person who came was Shen Ao! Previously, he was refining the Blue Blood Fruit in the secret room of the Murong family. For such an important matter, he must devote himself to it wholeheartedly, otherwise if there is any accident, it is not something that Shen Ao can bear. When the retreat was just completed, he knew that the situation of the Murong family was not very good, so there was the scene just now.

Standing from afar watching the battle, Saint Qianfeng, who had not shown up all this time, saw Shen Ao who suddenly appeared, and his face changed.

Seeing that the young sect master who had always sat firmly in Diaoyutai from the beginning, the people of the Fire Sword Sect were actually confused because of the appearance of a person, and hurriedly said: "Young sect master, do you see if we should do it?"

"Don't worry, let them fight. None of us here is Yi Zhongtian's opponent, so it's good to find someone to spend on him."

Seeing this, the people of the Fire Sword Sect didn't say anything anymore, and silently stood behind Saint Qianfeng. In fact, Sheng Qianfeng didn't say a word: I was afraid that Yi Zhongtian would be lost in that person's hands. Compared to yesterday, that person's strength was even more unfathomable, Saint Qianfeng would never forget that sword, and the most important thing was that Saint Qianfeng felt a similar aura to his eldest brother Saint Wanjian in that person.

When Shen Ao erupted with an astonishing sword light, the Saint Wan Sword, who was still some distance away from the Eastern Wilderness City, seemed to sense something, and his body turned into a sword light and flew towards the Eastern Wilderness City, leaving behind a group of people from the Fire Bathing Sword Sect who looked at each other. Similarly, "Could it be him?" Lin Yinmiao muttered something inaudible before leaving the people of the Ethereal Sword Sect and drifting away.

Shen Ao held Murong Yun in one hand and a sword in the other, and the tip of the sword pointed at the ground. Shen Ao looked at Yi Zhongtian, his sharp gaze as if he could penetrate the void.

"Give you a choice, leave or die!"