The air trembled suddenly, the picture froze, and the long sword that Mo Lao stabbed at Murong Su's chest was stuck, unable to advance a single point.

"Without the permission of this palace, you dare to kill intently?" A cold and cold voice sounded, wearing a golden robe, His Royal Highness the Palace Master Xuantian, who was full of awe-inspiring momentum, approached, and with a wave of his big hand, Mo Lao's whole person flew out upside down, and with a bang, he fell to the ground fiercely.

Everyone held their breath, and they didn't dare to come out, looking at Xuantian who was pacing step by step with fear.

The golden robe looked extremely dazzling, the black hair was scattered, the knife was handsome and the cheeks were timeless, the eyes were wide, and the air of a hegemon was exuded all over his body, as he took a step forward, everyone's hearts were about to shake a point, the atmosphere was tense, and even the surrounding air seemed to take him as a condensation point, moving with him.

It seemed that a century had passed, and the palace master Xuantian finally walked in front of Murong Su and stood still, looking at her lying on the ground and dying.

With a pale face, a stinging trace of blood at the corner of his lips, and a frown, he lay motionless on the ground.

On the white robe, the little fox's small body was straightened, and the red fur and oozing blood dyed the clothes on Murong Su's chest dazzlingly, like a red plum on the snow, blooming brilliantly, but dyed with sadness and bitterly cold.

A trace of ripples rose from Xuantian's cold and silent eyes, and with a wave of his hand, a trace of white nothingness drifted into his sleeve.

Looking at Murong Su on the ground again, his sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and he raised his head and looked around the audience.

Swept away by His Royal Highness the Palace Master, everyone only felt that their hearts trembled, and the seeping momentum was pressed again, and everyone couldn't help but wail in their hearts, and scolded Mo Lao fiercely.

It's all to blame on this old horseman, if it weren't for him, where did he come from so many things, looking at the posture of His Royal Highness the Palace Master, I'm afraid that he won't be spared.

"Yatori Hall, you are extremely majestic!" Coldly abandoning a sentence, Xuantian leaned over and hugged Murong Su and the little fox on the ground who had no breath, and their figures flashed and disappeared in place.

When His Royal Highness the Palace Master disappeared away, the shocking coercion was no longer there, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and when they carefully digested what His Highness said before leaving, everyone trembled like a convulsion, and their hearts trembled, one by two, three...... Everyone turned pale, and as soon as their legs were weak, they almost knelt on the ground.

Eightfold Palace, His Royal Highness the Palace Lord actually knocked down all their eightfold people with a rod, heavens, wronged......

His Royal Highness the Palace Master walked on the front foot, and the two elders who went to report the news arrived on the back foot.

"Uh, what's going on?" Seeing the solemn atmosphere on the field, the two elders were suspicious and puzzled.

The people who were severely hit by His Royal Highness the Palace Lord were still immersed in grief and chagrin, where would they pay attention to them?

Mo Lao was lying on the ground, the qi and blood in his body were surging, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the long sword in his hand was still tightly clenched, his eyes were out of focus, and he stared blankly at the sky......

Almost, almost cut that kid to the roots, regret, Mo Lao repented violently in his heart, if he knew that His Royal Highness the palace master was coming, he should have stabbed out with a sword earlier, as long as the speed was one second faster, that kid would be gone.

Xuantian twisted his eyebrows, endured the dislike in his heart, and hugged Murong Su into the Condensation Hall.

The open and spacious hall is steaming, the white mist is curling, the thick white hot spring gushes, the whole hall is extremely humid, but in an instant, a golden robe is wet by the fog, and the weight increases slightly.

(In today's chapter, I cried as I wrote...... ）

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