Yuanji martial artists, in front of the Holy Land Cave Heaven, may just be ordinary disciples, but in the eyes of the super sects, big sects, martial arts families and small sect disciples who are "below" such as crossing the river, they are definitely the great powers and ancestors who turn the river and the sea and take the moon in the clouds, and it is difficult to see each other, let alone do it now?

The young man shot from the city wall in a hurry, and the black, white, and yellow true qi around his body flew around, sweeping through the sky, and the sky was surging with clouds, and a little human-level Netherflower Origin flashed with a terrifying light.

Like a demon god coming to earth!

Then he pointed out a finger lightly, and it was like a big river and big waves, the crowd in front of the city gate flew one after another, and the moats on both sides splashed dozens of zhang of waves.

The earth cracked and creaked.

Terrifying.

Thousands of people around frantically dodged, first with shock and horror on their faces, and then with extreme admiration.

A group of beautiful female cultivators recognized him and couldn't help but shout, "It's Murong Bo, the Holy Son of the Spirit Sword Holy Sect!" Murong Bo Gongzi! ”

On the city wall, Liang Wu, the young man with a strong Song heart, had a face full of envy, and then looked up to the sky and laughed: "Uncle Shi's domineering is peerless!" ”

Xin Zhuo and Song Xinruo, who were attacked, looked helpless and pitiful like two dead leaves in the wind.

Miss Song Xinruo was stunned, and looked at Xin Zhuo, who was carrying her hands behind her back and her face was calm and waveless.

She found that she seemed to have made a great mistake, this person was too young, too handsome, like a next-door offspring, there were too many young people who were frivolous in this year, and there were many people who thought they were invincible in the world when they carried a sword, and he never made a move, what did he say about the old ancestor of the Spirit Sword Holy Sect, why did he believe him?

You can already see the cold eyes of Murong Bo, who descended from the sky with ten miles of true qi and was like an abyss and a sea.

Song Xinruo's body was stiff and desperate to the extreme, yes, he was too stupid!

The next moment,

"Bang!"

The domineering Murong Bo, who was like a god and demon, approached Xin Zhuo with a murderous aura, and suddenly his breath dissipated, as if he was suppressed by a strange endless force, and fell headlong, smashing a deep pit, his bones were broken, and his seven orifices were bleeding, which was unbearable.

It was only three breaths away from his lore and falling.

How free and easy it was when it came, how embarrassed it is now.

And the man he wanted to kill always stood alone with his hands behind his back, without even blinking his eyes, or even looking at him.

It's as quiet as death all around.

Song Xinruo looked at Xin Zhuo suddenly, her pupils contracted, and her heart sank to the bottom, and suddenly jumped to the clouds, and her scalp was numb and creepy...... It has the supernatural power that shatters the mountains and seas and the power of immortals.

But he obviously didn't do anything.

Liang Wu, who was on the city wall, closed his mouth, the excitement on his face dissipated little by little, his eyes widened, and he was cold from his scalp to his heels.

"Murong ......"

In the dense crowd around them, a group of female cultivators who were still cheering stopped abruptly, extremely stunned.

"Whew-"

There was a wind, blowing through countless sluggish faces, and it blew up Murong Bo's hair that crawled out of the bottom of the pit.

He looked at Xin Zhuo with difficulty, breathing heavily: "Senior, what is it...... Who? ”

Xin Zhuo was silent.

"Which disciple are you, do you know my Spirit Sword Holy Sect......"

On the city wall, Liang Wuse was fierce and scolded loudly.

Xin Zhuo still didn't say anything, although the martial artist didn't cultivate his state of mind, but when his cultivation reached a certain point, his mentality had changed a lot, and he didn't have the slightest mood to talk to these junior martial cultivators.

Stretching out his hand and making a slight move, Liang Wu flew uncontrollably, and fell beside Murong Bo.

Immediately rolled up the two of them and Song Xinruo, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only thousands of dazed warriors and civilians in place.

When it reappeared, it had already arrived at the highest and most spacious "White Crane Tower" of the richest Fang City in the city, "Wangjiang Fang".

The ancient city of "Linqiu", 320 miles long, 160 miles wide, adjacent to the endless abyss of thousands of ethnic groups in the south, and the ancient country of Dalin in the north, is the largest city in the southern Xinjiang of the Principality of Dalin, and is also the location of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion in the south of the Dalin Kingdom.

There are 12 squares in the city, dozens of main streets, a Cangluan River runs through the east and west of the city, the pavilions stand in a forest, full of frontier and exotic winds, there are often barbarians, Hu people come and go, it can be said that it is all-inclusive.

The white crane tower by the Cangluan River, 379 zhang high, is the private property of the governor, and the restaurant, brothel, and bath are all in one.

But at this moment, this White Crane Tower is surrounded by tens of thousands of warriors from major forces, all of whom are monstrous, but they all look up at the top of the White Crane Tower, where the clouds are rolling, and the two are fighting, three thousand sword qi and thousands of sword qi permeate the entire city, and the power of the origin is like falling from the sky, with endless killing intent.

"When ......"

"Boom ......"

The terrifying true qi, the power of the origin and the martial arts, the sound vibrate, the formation of the city was touched, and the ripples rose and fell.

The two men looked like they were in their twenties, with a big nose and eagle eyes, and were naturally ruthless; The woman has a delicate and tall figure, ice muscles like jade, and her eyes are cold and full of murderous intent.

They are all in the realm of the Seven Forests of the Yuan Pole.

Xin Zhuo stopped in the middle of the street directly below the White Crane Tower, waved his sleeves and put down Murong Bo, Liang Wu and Song Xinruo, his expression was indifferent.

Murong Bo sat cross-legged with difficulty, his face pale.

Liang Wu is not a fool, knowing that the person in front of him looks young, but he is actually afraid that he is an old monster, so he stood obediently without saying a word, but his eyes flashed, and he quietly crushed a patterned purse.

That Song Xinruo kept looking at Xin Zhuo stupidly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, there is a "thin and tall" warrior next to him talking eloquently:

"This Linqiu City now brings together the five major super sects, the sixteen major sects, the eighteen martial arts families and the ninety-three small sects, the first in terms of strength of the Flying Sword Sect, there are three quasi-saint ancestors, seven Yuan Ji, and the remaining four thousand seven hundred disciples; the second in the Xuance Palace, two quasi-saint ancestors, five Yuanji, and five thousand disciples; the third of the Spirit Sword Holy Sect, one quasi-saint ancestor, nine Yuan Ji, and seven thousand disciples; The Bodhi Buddha Temple and the Xiushan Sect are ranked four or five.

I didn't think about it, the first Flying Sword Sect Holy Maiden Lu Zhiruo and the second Xuan Ce Hall Holy Son He Jiuhe fought first, it's difficult! ”

A bearded man on the side smiled and said: "Brother Tai doesn't know, this Lu Zhiruo and He Jiuhe were married to the little couple back then, but unfortunately Lu Zhiruo's father was killed later, and the clan uncle forcibly took power, which was very bad for her, and it happened that the He family came to repent of the marriage again, saying that He Jiuhe entered the Xuance Hall of the Super Sect, and the two families were no longer a good match, completely crushing her into the abyss."

Lu Zhiruo said at the time, 'Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the girl to be poor, today's humiliation, he will repay ten times the day', and then ran away from home, and later got the opportunity to enter the super sect Flying Sword Sect, and after flying Huang Tengda, he destroyed the Lu clan with his own hands.

After hearing about it, He Jiuhe found that the woman who was abandoned by him back then, who was born after growing up, was as beautiful as a fairy, and regretted it again, Lu Zhiruo naturally disdained it, the two have fought thirteen times for more than two hundred years, how can it be called a grudge? ”

"Tall and skinny" exclaimed: "Huh? How do you know so well? ”

The bearded man smiled: "I am Lu Zhiruo's domineering uncle, she didn't kill me back then, I ran away!" ”

"Thin and tall" was suddenly shocked, hugged his fists and said: "Long Yang!" ”

The bearded man chuckled: "You're welcome!" ”

A middle-aged woman on the other side asked in a deep voice, "I wonder which of these two has a better chance of winning?" ”

The bearded man shook his head and said: "Naturally, it is Hejiuhe, and the hidden exercises he cultivates are waiting for today, you see." ”

As soon as the words fell, on the top of the hundred-foot-high building, the man Hejiuhe suddenly flew back in the air, and his momentum arrived at the Yuanji Jiulin from the Yuanji Seven Forests, vast and powerful, waving his sleeves, a sword in his sleeve wrapped in the power of the sky, and blinked to the eyebrows of the woman Lu Zhiruo opposite, and sneered: "Miss Lu, suffer death!" ”

That Lu Zhiruo couldn't resist in a hurry, her beautiful eyes widened, and she put her sword across her eyebrows.

"Ding!"

The majestic force shattered the long sword, and she fell violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!"

The crane nine river swept down quickly, slashing horizontally, manifesting three hundred and sixty knives, and the sky was full of sword shadows.

"Bold!"

The six figures in the distance shot at a rapid pace, blocking Hejiuhe's sword and supporting Lu Zhiruo, who was the other six Yuanji masters of the Flying Sword Sect.

"The Flying Sword Sect has to change its problem of bullying more and less!"

On the other side, four majestic breaths rose, and the four Yuan Extreme masters flashed in, and they were the masters of the Xuan Ce Palace.

The twelve masters of the two super sects confronted each other in the air, the momentum was monstrous, the true qi was permeated, and the pressure was extremely heavy.

The dense warriors in all directions immediately stayed away from Sanli to watch.

Xin Zhuo didn't move, still standing in place.

Murong Bo, Liang Wu and Song Xinruo behind him were a little confused, and Liang Wu hurriedly said: "More than a dozen Yuanji seniors are fighting, you, if you want to die, don't bother us!" ”

(End of chapter)