The battlefield had expanded from the gate of Murong Mansion to the entire Wei Capital, and everyone was surprised to find that the entire Wei Capital was fenced off, and people outside could not enter, and people inside could not leave.

The people of Weidu were watching for unknown reasons, their doors and windows closed, praying that this calamity would not befall them, and some people joined in after knowing the cause and effect.

After planning for so many years, Murong Mansion and the Xiahou clan naturally had more than such a few people, and the people guarding the city outside did not move, and a large number of people poured out from Murong Mansion.

The two sides fought fiercely, the place that had been calm and prosperous the previous hour collapsed piece by piece, blood was sprinkled on the wreckage, countless people fought in a mess, power fluctuations and rushed indiscriminately, chaos like purgatory.

The Murong family master's aura was not very steady, and he was a little angry, "Now that we already know the plan between us and the Xiahou clan, don't obstruct those who know each other, maybe I can still spare your life!"

Ling Niantian kept moving, and the head of the Murong family retreated, "You tell me something nice now, I may be able to make your death happy."

"Speak wildly!" But he was weak in his heart, he might not be Ling Niantian's opponent if he fought alone, this sixth-order cultivator was too terrifying, but it didn't matter, as long as she was in Weidu, she wouldn't be able to turn over anything.

"Boss, get her out of here!" was once again repelled by Ling Niantian, and the head of the Murong family lost face, so he retreated along the way and commanded his subordinates.

Murong Mansion is like a container with no upper limit, and people are constantly coming out of it, batch after batch, endlessly, and the capital is in danger.

"There are too many people to kill, can we really get out alive?"

"The Xiahou clan has lost their conscience! I'm going to be damned, everybody, hold on!"

"And the rescue of the Seven Great Sects is coming, we can."

The sky was getting dark and starting to grow brighter again, countless people had fallen, corpses could be seen everywhere, the battle was going on as if it never ended, and the dying men tried to wave their arms.

Circle after circle of people around the head of the Murong Mansion, Ling Niantian rushed over countless times and was stopped, and had already moved the target away from him, the casual color on her face had already faded, cold and solemn, and the people around her kept falling.

Mu Xiu's meteorological spell played a great role in the group attack, the damage exploded, and the wind, snow, thunder and lightning killed step by step.

The sun rose, the warm yellow light shone on the ground, and the bloody ruins made those who saw it shudder, but the people of the Seven Great Sects had not yet come.

"No news yet?" Ling Nian flew behind Mu Xiu and knocked out the attack for him.

Mu Xiu's face was covered with blood, and he could only rely on the elixir to provide spiritual power, "I can't get in touch." The Wind Signs Society led the team by an elder of the Four Societies, and they were able to contact normally at first, but they couldn't get in touch after the fight started.

He also asked the president of the Wind Signs Society, who had also lost their traces, and was still in urgent contact.

The Wind Signs are divided into three or four guilds according to their ranks, and the four guilds are the most advanced, and each guild has four elders.

Ling Nian pursed her lips, "Hold on any longer, my people have arrived."

At the beginning, some people went to the strange stone to meet, and she thought that the Xiahou clan might have taken action, and then contacted other people outside the sky.

Mu Xiu breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, "Okay, you too, pay attention to safety." What they lack most now is time, as long as they delay until reinforcements arrive, they have hope.

"The elixir is for you, the eighth-order."

She gave out a lot of pills, and at this time, helping others is helping herself.

"Don't be stubborn." With the victory in hand, the head of the Murong family jumped out again, "You have seen their deaths, if you don't tie your hands, this is your fate!"

There are four or five times more people in Weidu than the other party, and the overall situation has been decided, and there is basically no possibility of defeat.

Ling Niantian walked forward, he immediately retreated, hid behind his subordinates, and sneered, "Especially you Ling Niantian, you'd better pray that you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will let you live and die!"

If he can't beat a sixth-order monk, he will lose face, and he must get it back on Ling Niantian!

"Then we'll see." Ling Niantian chuckled, and the law of cause and effect was activated instantly.

"Ugh!" The face of the head of the Murong family was suddenly ugly, and the spiritual power reversed and the meridians were broken, a bit like a precursor to violent death.

With Ling Niantian's mastery of this exercise, she can already distinguish the types of cause and effect lines, there are also a few good lines around the head of the Murong family, the light color is basically invisible, and there are hundreds more evil lines, she just broke ten of them.

It took several pills of spiritual power to come over, and the head of the Murong family had palpitations, "Ling Niantian, what did you do to me?!" He intuitively felt that it was Ling Nian's ghost.

"You can't wait to pile a hundred human shields around yourself, what can I do." Ling Niantian scoffed.

She had never seen someone so afraid of death, so she was also a ninth-order cultivator, and she was like a waste who had no cultivation and needed layers of protection.

"You ......" the head of the Murong family was angry.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go together."

Her people have arrived, they can hold on for a while, and the strength of the people who come to participate in the competition is there, and those who are still alive after a day of fighting are even stronger, and they will be the backbone of the rebellion against the Xiahou clan in the future, and she still hopes to survive more.

"Up, give it to me!" The head of the Murong family said angrily, "Be sure to kill her for me today!"

With so many people in the way, the situation like the one just now can happen, which means that Ling Niantian is likely to continue to cause harm to him, so she must be allowed to die.

Nearly a hundred people rushed towards Ling Niantian, and the fluctuations in spiritual power were terrifying, but in the shocked gaze of the Murong family master, they fell to the ground one after another.

Ling Niantian was dealing with him before, although his strength was high, after all, he was not dead, and the visual effect was not very obvious, and later he sent medicine to other people, and watched the whole situation, and the people he encountered would be killed, which was also within the normal range.

Until now.

In the midst of thousands of troops, she stood still, killing as many as she came, all of them were killing moves, there was no superfluous action at all, and the moves were fatal.

Murong Mansion's subordinates were drastically reduced, and the visual effects were terrifying.

"Ah, it's Miss Ling! Hold on a little longer, we can do it!"

At this time, the encouragement that Ling Niantian could bring was extraordinary, and the people who were still alive seemed to have seen a savior, and their morale was greatly boosted.

"Yes, we have to watch Murong Mansion unlucky, we can't die so aggrieved!"

The potential of people is endless, especially when they find that there is still hope before they die, they seem to be re-energized, and even a few people have advanced directly.

"Give it all to me! Go and kill her for me!" The whole person of the Murong family was not good, he couldn't understand why one person could have such a great impact on the situation, so he could only roar and command his subordinates.

But the effect was very small, and even Murong Mansion's subordinates were about to wonder if there was any point in rushing upward.

It's still in the late stage of the sixth order, and the Huading Realm can't kill her like this.

Lan Qing was full of light, and a few crystals disintegrated, always appearing in unexpected positions, taking away the lives of others, and at the same time protecting Ling Nian impenetrably, no matter what attack he could block.

When combined, it is even more invincible, and no one can block a move.

The swordsmanship is unparalleled, and no one is left under the blade.

Compared to this, the divine fire seems to be dimmed, but only the people of Murong Mansion know how lethal it is.

Seeing that the disadvantage of his side was getting bigger and bigger, and all the subordinates of the Murong Mansion and the Xiahou clan had been sent out, the head of the Murong family hurriedly took out the sound of the transmission, "Young Master Xiahou, Young Master Xiahou's plan has changed, and Wei needs support!"

Chuansheng Pei's voice was a little hoarse, "I remember that there are about five thousand people sent to you, and the cultivation is all above the eighth order, and I don't blame you for not being able to take the Liu'an Continent, but if I can't even take a small Wei, I will doubt the sincerity of your mansion."

The reinforcements were all stopped by him, and Murong Mansion was responsible for luring people over to him and commanding them.

There was no anger in his voice, and it could even be regarded as eloquent, but the Murong family master trembled in his heart, "Our sincerity does not need to be questioned, but that Ling Niantian is too strong, it is not what we expected, even your people are not her opponents!"

There was a faint sound of a cup breaking, "What, who are you talking about?"

"Ling Niantian,

Disciples of the Five Sects." The head of the Murong family explained inexplicably, "The talent is very high, but I didn't expect the strength to be so strong."

"We'll be right over."

There is a large teleportation array in Murong Mansion, and each time it is activated, it costs a huge amount of spirit stones, and only a top force like the Xiahou clan can afford to use it.

I didn't expect Young Master Xiahou to speak so well, and the Murong family master nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, we'll try our best to hold on until you come."

If it had been at the beginning of the war, he would never have imagined that he would be the one who would be able to support him as much as possible.

The blade curled and blood spilled, and a large area of the city collapsed, and the murderous aura was strong.

When the gate of Murong Mansion opened again, everyone was shocked, and their hearts were half cold.

I'm afraid that their reinforcements have not arrived, and Murong Mansion has added more manpower.

There are not many people who came out this time, only about two hundred, but the momentum is stronger than the people who came out before combined.

The leader is dressed in black and has black hair, his eyes are narrow and sharp, and his long eyebrows are in the sideburns, which makes people dare not look directly.

The head of the Murong family greeted him as soon as possible, "Young master, you are finally here, Ling Niantian's uncertain factor is too great!"

He was really wrong, at the beginning, he wanted to use three melons and two dates to test Ling Niantian's strength, but now it seems that it is not even her appetizer.

There is still a big difference between the competition and killing, the former is a collision of moves and exercises, and the latter, heh, the head of the Murong family watched many people attack before they had time to let go, what is the difference between sending them to death.

So a person's test results have little to do with her strength.

Xiahou Nanyao's gaze swept through the crowd, and when he stopped at Ling Niantian, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Sensing his aura, the Xiahou clan temporarily withdrew and retreated behind Xiahou Nanyao.

Ling Nian's surroundings were empty, his opponent was less than half, he raised his head, and his gaze met Xiahou Nanyao.

How to say it, this person has not dealt with her since she was a child, even if someone told her that the idea of destroying the Ling clan was proposed by Xiahou Nanyao, she would not be surprised.

"Your name is Ling Niantian?" His eyes were dull, and he couldn't make out his emotions.