At this time, the Fu family was in a dire straits, full of stumps and broken arms, rivers of blood on the bluestone ground, on the verge of burning down the Yuyu Qionglou, and the tragic scene of the sparkling courtyard, making a "crackling" sound, like a dusk drum and a bell, the glorious manor for thousands of years, the danger was within reach, and the billowing smoke spread around.

Fu Bingyan, who was rushing over, saw billowing smoke in the sky above Fu Mansion from a distance as soon as he raised his head, and said secretly, no! Subconsciously quickened his pace.

The Fu family, which was on the verge of burning, the head of the Fu family in the firelight, Fu Haocheng rushed out with more than a dozen disciples, dressed in a robe of crescent moon brocade, dyed a large area red, with his own blood and other people's blood.

"Second brother, you take Hao'er and them away!"

With a loud shout, he handed over all the disciples and the hope of the Fu family to Fu Haoqian, the second master of the Fu family, and reflexively faced the black-clothed man who was chasing after him, his hand raised the knife and fell, the blade was cold, and the wind rolled up like a gust of wind, like a silver dragon dancing wildly, a knife went down, swept more than a dozen black-clothed people, startled a burst of blood mist, in the blink of an eye, no one survived, Kan Kan won a trace of life for the Fu family disciples behind him.

A large group of black-clothed people chased after him, and instantly surrounded Fu Haocheng, and the black-clothed people immediately gave way to a narrow gap, and walked in a middle-aged man dressed in cyan brocade with an elegant face, who was the head of the Yu family, Yumingzong.

For his dead disciple, Yu Mingzong didn't even blink his eyelids, he was covered in cold blood, and his eyes stared at Fu Haocheng and his party coldly.

Immediately after, four old men in green robes walked out behind Yu Mingzong, all with cold faces, as if, in their eyes, Fu Haocheng and they were already a group of dead people.

As soon as the four green-robed old men came out, Fu Haocheng's complexion changed suddenly...... Zhen Yuguo's royal ......

I knew it in my heart, but it was strange that the Jade Ming Sect dared to move their Fu family so boldly, so it was!

"Hao'er, take the others and go quickly, for the father and your uncle to break off for you! Remember, find your sister. ”

"Daddy......"

"Find Bing'er, let's go!"

Fu Haoqian wanted to take them first, but when he saw the four old men in green robes, his heart suddenly shook violently, and he threw his son far away, and the only thing he could do now was to entrust the chance of survival to his sons.

Keep Fu Zihao, keep Fu Bingyan, and the Fu family will still have hope!

Seeing this, the other little disciples of the Fu family hurriedly followed Fu Zihao's figure and chased after him.

Fu Haoqian didn't have time to think about it, turned around and defended Fu Haocheng back to back, and the four old men in green robes quickly surrounded them and surrounded them in the middle in the blink of an eye.

"If you want to run, catch up with them, and kill them!"

Yu Mingzong smiled coldly, waved his big palm forward, and all the black-clothed people were in unison, acted quickly, and chased towards Fu Zihao and his party in an instant, leaving only the four elders to face Fu Haocheng and the two.

"Boom ......"

Fu Zihao and his party had just walked out not far away, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the earth began to shake, and the shaking earth shocked everyone almost unsteadily, and they swayed like drunks.

"Ka, Ka, Ka......"

Suddenly, the color of the heaven and the earth changed, and the earth of Wangcheng spread to the surroundings in an instant with Fu Haocheng and Fu Haoqian as the center, roaring away like a tsunami, half of Wangcheng almost fell apart in an instant, and the ground began to sink slowly after a ** shock.

Seeing this strange scene, Fu Bingyan opened his red lips in shock, and was speechless in shock for a while, at this moment, he had a thorough understanding of the so-called cultivator world, he was like an atomic bomb exploding, but it was not physical, but it could turn the world upside down with incredible man-made alone!

"Who!"

A dumb, slightly panicked light drink slowly pulled Fu Bingyan back from his astonishment, looking at the few people who suddenly appeared in front of him, Fu Bingyan's eyes turned from confused to cold: "Who are you?"

"Bing'er?"

Fu Zihao's heart trembled suddenly, a touch of heartache quickly flashed in his eyes, and the woman opposite, with a tall figure, snow-white but hideous scars, revealed from the torn blood-colored white clothes, forming a strange charm, the hideous scars on his face, and his indifferent voice, but he was extremely familiar.

"Bing'er!" stepped forward, holding the broken porcelain doll-like woman tightly in his arms, and his heartache slammed into his heart.

Suddenly being hugged by someone, the unfamiliar breath hit her head-on, Fu Bingyan instinctively wanted to shake her off, but before she could make a move, her heart seemed to be tightly grabbed by something, and there was a cry in her ears that she wanted to endure but couldn't help it, her heart was heavy, and she choked unconsciously: "Brother?"

The memory in her mind became clearer and clearer, and a familiar but unfamiliar picture appeared in her mind, the young man in front of her was actually the cousin of the original body, the father and uncle in his mouth, and he knew who it was without thinking about it!

The mournful cry, the constantly trembling shoulders, her heart was also trembling, her head was slightly raised, her eyes narrowed, looking at the black figure that was chasing quickly, anger, hatred, all kinds of feelings gathered in her heart at this moment.

Raising her eyes, she stared into the distance, as if there was something for her to remember, and in her eyes, a figure that looked like Sven scum was reflected.

They haven't had time to settle the previous accounts, and this will be the family that will come to hunt down and kill her!

Fu Bingyan, who was tightly hugged by Fu Zihao, had a cold look in his eyes, and quickly pushed Fu Zihao to the side, staring at the person who came.

"Sister......" Fu Zihao was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Fu Bingyan, at this moment, she actually made him feel very unfamiliar.

Fu Bingyan had a cold and murderous aura around her, obviously looking at her right in front of her, but she seemed to be standing thousands of miles away, a feeling that people couldn't touch.

"Young master, miss, hurry up, they're chasing after you!"

Yu Mingzong, who was chasing quickly, and the black-clothed man behind him, like a group of fast-moving man-eating ant beasts, bit Fu Zihao tightly behind them, and the disciples of the Fu family who were just stunned screamed in horror.

"Sister, let's go!" Fu Zihao subconsciously turned his head, immediately shocked, without thinking too much, he reached out and grabbed Fu Bingyan's wrist and ran.

In the north of Wangcheng City, Zhan Qianchou in the Yunlai Inn, a pair of moist phoenix eyes squinted slightly, leaning in front of the window and looking into the distance.

The jade finely carved facial features have clear lines, the thick eyebrows and slender sword eyebrows fly obliquely into the sideburns, a pair of thick eyelashes curled like feathers, casting an arc of shadows on the bottom of the eyes like butterfly wings, the corners of the eyes are narrow and long, the eyes like stars and moons are puffed with a touch of charming colors of laughter and non-smile, the high nose bridge holds the air of the distant mountains and clouds, and the sexy thin lips are slightly upturned, which makes people can't help but imagine the ripples, and they can't wait to taste whether it is as soft as imagined.

His face was slightly pale, the green silk was only tied behind his head with a jasper hairpin, and his half-curled and half-hanging ink hair danced lightly in the wind, in stark contrast to his white clothes, white and black were perfectly presented on his body, white clothes like snow, only the placket and wide sleeves embroidered with exquisite Mo Lan, such as the mysterious and holy ink lotus blooming in the sea of clouds.

Suddenly, the earth shook violently, and the floor of the Yunlai Inn immediately creaked...... Creak...... subtle sound.

Zhan Qianchou couldn't help but be stunned, and his heart was shocked, someone was using the Dao method in Wangcheng?!

The long eyelashes trembled, and in the slender and white palm, a white jade flute flipped a few times between the five fingers like flowing water, and suddenly rose into the air and flew out gracefully from the window railing......