The moon hangs high, the stars are shining, and the gentle breeze gently blows the willow tops, and the ropes rattle.

The Dragon Mansion of Vermilion Bird City sits quietly, as tranquil as ancient times and desolation, and in this infinite silence, it seems that an unprecedented storm is being bred.

In the garden of the Dragon Mansion, two figures were playing against each other.

One is dressed in black like ink, the other is dressed in white like snow, and the two hold black and white characters, and they are silent.

The white-clothed Ruoxue is the generalissimo Long Zhantian, Long Yuntian has seen a lot of the old man wearing a battle armor and the majestic appearance, like today, the white clothes are like snow, and the appearance of the wind god is like jade, and there is really a unique charm in it.

Mrs. Long Ao Xue stood in the attic in the distance, looking at the white-clothed Ruoxue, the handsome and dashing Long Zhantian had his cheeks, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, as if she recalled the time when the two of them were young.

The person who played against Long Zhantian was dressed in black like ink, and even his head was covered with a pitch-black cloak, and no one knew his identity, not even Ao Xue, the Dragon Lady.

She only knew that this was the helper of the Dragon Mansion tonight, a master comparable to the Martial Saint.

Flying Demon Tiger Tiger Tiger yawned with satisfaction on Long Yuntian's shoulder, perhaps because the decisive battle between Miss Long and Huyun Pavilion was approaching in the past few days, so it was rare that he did not toss the Flying Demon Tiger, and the color tiger Tiger Tiger finally had a good rest.

The Flying Demon Tiger opened his hazy sleepy eyes in boredom, and then looked at the lightning mink Ling'er nested in the arms of the Dragon Lady Ao Xue, and thought fiercely: You dead girl, the sins suffered by this tiger in the past few days must be doubled back on you.

As if he understood the idea of the perverted tiger, Lightning Mink Ling'er lazily responded to Tiger with a roll of his eyes: Just because you also want to clean up Miss Ben, you can't do it......

A sharp sound of breaking the sky sounded in the night sky, and the coercion of the three martial saint levels began to envelop the entire Dragon Mansion.

"The Great Elder of the Ximen Family ...... Ximen Qing"

"The second elder of the Ximen family, Ximen Xiong ......"

"The Three Elders of the Simon Family, the ...... of Simon Leopard"

"Come and visit ......"

The three of them were full of momentum in an instant, the surging coercion was mighty, and the high-pitched voice resounded in the night sky.

"@#¥%" Tiger Tiger broke his mouth and scolded in a low voice: "It's actually three martial saints, obedient, dragon boy, your Long family won the lottery today......"

Long Yuntian didn't care much about a few martial saints, the key was that the name Ximen Qing made him want to laugh, Ximen Qing, I don't know if there is a martial artist in this world.

As for the number of Martial Saints, is three Martial Saints a lot?

As early as the last time Long Zhantian killed Ximen Li, Long Yuntian had already thought about how to deal with the people of the Ximen family.

It should be very simple to kill two Martial Saints with the strength of the old man, and he still has a Xuanyuan Sword Qi, and it doesn't seem to be an impossible task to kill a Martial Saint.

Besides, isn't there another black demon in the Dragon Mansion this time?

Eh, because Long Zhantian and the one who played against him, one was dressed in white like snow and the other was dressed in black like ink, so Long Dashao positioned the two of them as black and white in his heart, the old man was white, and the remaining black-clothed man was naturally black.

Long Zhantian, who was dressed in white like snow, didn't seem to hear the shouting of the three martial saints of the Ximen family, but stared intently at the chessboard in front of him, as if the sound just now was just the barking of dogs in the streets and alleys.

Ximen Qing stood outside the Dragon Mansion and hesitated, the reaction of the Long family was too abnormal, too calm, it seemed that there was some conspiracy brewing here.

But what kind of conspiracy could make Long Zhantian not care about the three martial saints? Or is it that Long Zhantian is playing tricks......

"Is this the hospitality of the Long family?" Ximen Leopard looked fairy-like, and this question also seemed polite.

"Guest?" Long Zhantian threw down the white chess pieces in his hand, clapped his hands indifferently, and then raised his head and looked at Ximen Leopard with a smile: "You say you are a guest?

The incomparable momentum directly enveloped Simon Leopard's body, and in an instant, Simon Leopard found that the breath of death was so close that he seemed to be facing an insurmountable mountain, and his heart was heavy.

Long Zhantian's eyes were too aggressive, too domineering.

That flash of essence light was like lightning spreading in the night sky, like the sword qi surging in the long room, like the light of death pronounced by the god of death.

Is this the strength of the late stage of the Martial Saint? It seems that the Great Elder has never given himself such a feeling, this kind of eyes that symbolize death and killing have only been experienced occasionally by the Old Ancestor, could it be that Long Zhantian has already reached the realm of the Old Ancestor? Ximen Leopard thought uneasily.

Feeling the surging battle aura as thick and restrained as the abyss of Long Zhantian, Ximen Qing also jumped in his heart.

However, he is confident in today's lineup, six Martial Saints, or seven Martial Saints, even if Long Zhantian's strength is stronger, what can he do?

Besides, Long Zhantian has to take care of his wife and children no matter what, as long as he and others entangle him for a while, then isn't the overall situation already decided?

Besides, how could the spiritual holy beast and the top assassin with the Xuanwu bloodline be so easy to deal with, under the interference of the spiritual magic, under the eyes of a top assassin, how much strength could Long Zhantian exert?

"Hehe, Marshal Long, the three of us old guys are here just to ask, where did Elder Ximen Li of our Ximen family offend Marshal Long, and was brutally killed by you? Could it be that our Ximen family is so easy to bully?" Ximen Qing quietly moved his body and took over Long Zhantian's surging momentum, he was afraid that for a while Ximen Leopard would collapse because he couldn't withstand Long Zhantian's coercion.

"You're waiting for someone, aren't you?" Long Zhantian looked at Ximen Qing, who was very inward, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, you can just wait with confidence, before the people of the Desperate Forest come, I won't make a move on you, I hate trouble, I prefer to solve problems at one time, and I have to fight twice."

Arrogance, what is arrogance, this is arrogance, in the face of the three martial saint-level powerhouses, their faces do not change, they talk about everything, and they make bold statements that they will solve all problems once and for all.

Even if the positions are opposite, Ximen Qing has to admit that if he and the other party change positions, they definitely don't have the courage and pride of Long Zhantian.

"Giggles, Marshal Long is so courageous, it makes people's little hearts can't help but plop and jump in admiration"

A woman full of charm and temptation stepped into the air with a coquettish smile, her black hair fluttering, her eyes flowing, and the perfect figure of the golden section convex and concave in front and back, revealing the charm of temptation everywhere.

A fluffy fox tail, like an orange-red flame, dangles at the hips of the ground, and the charm of the wild surname is crazy.

Long Yuntian couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Although he knew as early as in his previous life that this fox spirit was synonymous with red face and troubled water, a sign of charm and charm, and a source of disaster for the country and the people, but for the first time he saw this bewitching and charming that only appeared in legends, Long Yuntian's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a few beats.

Like him, there are also military masters hidden in the Dragon Mansion, but fortunately, these people are often determined, and they are just amazed for a moment, and there are no other consequences.

A crane roared from afar, and a hair-shedding monster crane galloped towards the Dragon Mansion like an offline arrow......

In the sky above the Dragon Mansion, the hair-shedding monster crane made an emergency stop, and then transformed into a Chengren form, which was the crane old man with a gloomy face.

Crane Lao nodded at Hu Meiniang and the people of the Ximen family: "Don't worry, Long Ruoqing did go to the Yellow Crane Tower, and now he has dealt with Huyun Pavilion......"