More than a dozen figures, scattered in the night sky, from all directions, towards the attic.

This pavilion is the treasure pavilion of the Qushan tribe.

This is the information that Yang Ning got after getting the map of Qu Shanhou Mansion from Su Yanyuan.

And Yang Ning's goal tonight is this Treasure Pavilion.

The main entrance of the Treasure Pavilion comes into view.

On the surface, there are only two quaint wooden doors, which should be a heavily guarded place, but because of the battle tonight, this place is unusually empty.

Yang Ning pushed open the pavilion door, and it was dark inside, and in the opposite place of the main entrance, there was a large black stone, blocking Yang Ning's footsteps.

Yang Ning took out the Chengyi Sword, and looked around with the light of the sword.

I saw that in the attic, less than two feet away from the door wall, a wall that was almost black and whirring stood majestically, and it was the same all around.

Yang Ning stabbed out with a sword through a gap of less than two feet.

Bite.

The sword was bounced back.

Being able to resist a stab of a peak spirit weapon is no longer something that ordinary metal can do, but looking at the wall again, it is still black and whirring, without any traces.

"What is this?" Yang Ning can no longer be described in words.

Just when Yang Ning was stunned, Yang Pi, Yang Qiong and others gathered.

"What kind of metal is this?" Yang Pi asked, holding the Silver Moon Scimitar in his hand, obviously having already tried.

Yang Ning recalled the memories of his previous life, approached and touched the wall, carefully distinguishing.

Finally there is an answer.

"It's ...... Ink...... Mochen Iron! As Yang Ning subconsciously said his name, he was shocked by what he said, and gasped.

"Mo Chentie?" Yang Pi asked rhetorically.

"Yes, this is Mo Chentie." Yang Ning affirmed.

"What is Mochen Iron?" Yang Qiong was puzzled.

"Mochen Iron, a metal that can forge god-level weapons, is extremely hard and very heavy, it can be said to be a very rare metal." Yang Ning explained.

At the same time as Yang Ning explained, his heart was even more shocked, because this Mochen iron was not a piece of two, but a whole wall, and looking at the structure of this attic, the walls of the entire Treasure Pavilion were made of this metal.

In other words, a large amount of Mochen iron was used by the Qushan tribe to cast this attic.

"No wonder we came in with no one to handle. This kind of construction is already the best defense......"

Yang Ning had to sigh at the wealth of the Qushan tribe.

There are so many metals in the world that can forge artifacts, and there are so many here.

Dao Tu took out his ink knife, looked at the wall in front of him, and then looked at his ink knife, not knowing what to say for a while.

This is a metal that can forge artifacts, how can you not be blushing.

Dao Tu dragged the ink knife and picked it up.

Bite.

The knife slaughtered for a while and was bounced back, and the ink knife couldn't be held and was bounced out.

"It's hard ......"

Dao Tu felt that his tiger's mouth was bleeding.

"Senior Brother Dao Tu, your ink knife can't cut Mochen iron." Yang Ning said helplessly.

Mochen iron is a very hard metal, and the ink knife of Dao Tu is only forged with ink iron, how can it be possible to split Mochen iron.

Yang Ning looked at the wall for a long time, but he was still helpless. Finally, he shook his head helplessly.

Turning around, I came to the boulder opposite the main entrance.

I saw a groove on the top of the boulder, which was chest-high.

"This?" Yang Pi didn't know what to say.

"This should be the key." Yang Qiong looked at the groove.

"But where are you going to get the key?" Dao Tu had already been attracted by the Mochen Iron that Yang Ning said, and he was even more salivating about the things in this treasure house.

"It seems that we have to make a move......" Yang Ning withdrew.

Tonight's Qushan Marquis Mansion is very chaotic, and you can see that there are blood stains everywhere.

Yang Ning took everyone and exited the attic, taking advantage of the cover of night to lean towards the main hall of the Hou Mansion.

The Treasure Pavilion was at the back of the main hall, and at this time, in the main hall, there were many people gathered, who were the families of the Hou Mansion, waiting for the battle outside.

"I don't know if Master Hou can ......win this time" A lady was dressed simply, not very gorgeous, but she was surrounded by everyone in the middle, her face was anxious, full of worry.

"Madam, Master Hou will definitely win." ……

Everyone comforted and waited anxiously.

……

Yang Ning didn't go in, but just heard the sound inside, shook his head, and then went around to the side of the main hall.

In front of the main hall, coming and going, many cultivators were on guard.

"It turns out that the low-level cultivators of the Hou Mansion have all gathered here." Yang Qiong said.

"Brother Pizi......"

Yang Ning shouted, and then glanced at Yang Pi, and Yang Pi immediately understood.

Yang Pi jumped out directly from the side, and soon attacked the nearest person from behind, covered his mouth with his hand, and held him hostage.

"Retreat ......" Yang Ning lowered his voice.

Everyone began to retreat, coming to the rear of the main hall.

Yang Ning came to the person who was held hostage and said, "If I ask you to answer, you can live, otherwise you will ......" Yang Ning took out the sword of intent, the sword intent was churning, and the killing intent was rolling.

The man was covered with his mouth covered, unable to speak, and nodded hastily as if in a hurry.

"Okay, I like it." Yang Ning's sword was placed on the man's neck and said to Yang Pi, "Let it go." ”

Yang Pi let go of his hand, giving the man room to move.

At the moment when Yang Pi let go, the man directly slapped towards Yang Ning.

"Look for death." Yang Ning's sword light flashed, and he dodged a palm sideways, directly along the man's shoulder, and a sword pierced his left shoulder.

"Ah...... Hmmm......"

Yang Pi's eyes were quick, and he directly covered the man's mouth again.

"I didn't expect to be a tough guy...... a hint of cunning flashed at the corner of Yang Ning's mouth, and then he tapped a few times directly on the man's chest, and said: "I was hit by a bone-splitting hand, I will see how hard you can be." ”

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Ning finished speaking, there was a sound of bones breaking from the person's body.

"Woo ......"

"Yang Ning, you?"

The people around looked at Yang Ning like monsters.

Yang Ning didn't explain, looked at the man, and said, "I can give you pain relief, but you have to cooperate." ”

At this time, the man's whole body was instantly soaked, and even the ground was wet. Barely controlling his body, he nodded hard.

"It's really a cheap bone...... Yang Ning touched the man's forehead, waved his hand, and motioned for Yang Pi to let go.

"Tell me, whose hand is the key to the Treasure Pavilion?" Yang Ning didn't want to talk nonsense, so he asked directly.

"There are three keys...... A handful of ancestors hold the ...... One is at Hou Ye's place...... There is also a handful of ...... at the young marquis."

As soon as the man finished speaking, his whole body went soft, like a mess of mud, and he softened to the ground.

Yang Ning raised his hand with a sword and killed the person.

"If you are hit by a broken bone, don't think about living......" Yang Ning is not a cruel person, but for the Qushan tribe, Yang Ning's heart is full of hatred, how can he let this person go.

Bone Splitting Hand is a martial art obtained by Yang Ning in his previous life, the level is not high, but it is very vicious, and the bones of the middle one are broken and there is no solution.

This is also the reason why Yang Ning wants to kill with a sword.

"Young Marquis? Qu Shanhong, it's time to meet him. Yang Ning muttered to himself.

Just a few days ago, news came out from the Qushan Marquis Mansion that because of Qu Shanhong's great merits, he was promoted to the young marquis, and this merit was to help the Qushan tribe get the Nine Secrets, thinking of this, Yang Ning smiled coldly, and turned back to everyone: "Go all out to find Qu Shanhong." ”

"Okay."

Everyone dispersed and disappeared into the night again.

Above the sky, the old city lord and the golden-armored man had tried their best to avoid the destructive aura falling from the nine heavens, and it had been half an hour.

The old city lord's left shoulder was pierced and bleeding profusely.

The man in the golden armor was even more dim in golden armor, without his previous look.

"I can't imagine that the Nine Secrets are so powerful, it's really underestimated......"

The old city lord endured the pain in his shoulder, stood in the air, his eyes staring at Qushan Ancestor tightly, and finally made up his mind.

The old city lord glanced sideways, glanced at the golden-armored man, and said, "Can you delay him for two breaths?" ”

The golden-armored man gasped, the flames on his body were almost exhausted, and when he heard the words of the old city lord, he nodded.

The gold-armored man roared and let out an astonishing long roar, causing the momentum to explode, emitting a violent golden light, and the gold-armored man lit up again.

"The Death of Bago!"

This is the last hole card of the Ba Ge members, and the gold-armored man finally used it.

The martyr means that someone is killed, either as an enemy or as oneself.

This is a kind of martial art that almost ends up together, allowing one's potential to explode in an instant, gain the power of one's heyday, and fight enemies.

The golden light is shining, like the regeneration of the hot sun, wanting to compete with the moonlight.

In the sea of blood below, it was actually ascended in an instant and began to fade.

Qu Shanrong was counterattacked, and a mouthful of blood was forcibly pressed back, a spear flew out, and then turned into blood and rushed into the sea of blood.

Hai Siyao's sword shattered the spear, and when he saw Qu Shanrong being counterattacked, he looked up at the battle above.

"Ancestor, don't ......"

But it was too late.

Because around the old city lord, a faint blue halo rose.

This is a precursor to the end of the group.

Hai Siyao's heart was clear.

"Don't......"

Hai Siyao was roaring, tearing her heart out. But there is no turning back.

"Si Yao, come back......

The old city lord glanced sideways slightly, glanced at Hai Siyao, and turned into a bright light.

Soon......

It's like a ray of light......

Pale blue light.

"Bad ......"

Qu Shan's face changed greatly, and he was just about to change his position, but he was intercepted by the eight palms above the sky.

The golden light was also very fast, blocking all the retreats of Qushan Ancestor.

Qu Shan Ancestor hurriedly propped up his body protection Zhengang and prepared to take the eight palms hard.

Because if you don't take these eight palms hard, you will be swallowed by the light blue light.

As an opponent with the old city lord for many years, he knows the old city lord's methods well.

This is to die with yourself.

"Soldier ......"

Qu Shan Ancestor couldn't care about anything else, and wanted to avoid the power of the old city lord's attack. But he was dragged by the gold-armored man.

In the panic, both hands were sealed, and the words of the soldiers were duelly typed.

Qiang Qiang ......

The golden armor of the golden-armored man's whole body separated from his body, instantly forming a golden shield.

Top ......

The voice is far away, like a god walking out of the wilderness.

A huge shield, harnessed, was raised above his head and flew up.

Two streamers, one blue and one gold, one swooping and one ascending.

Stain ......

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the stain sounded broken.

The sky lit up in an instant.

The sea of blood was shattered, and Qu Shanrong was crumbling.

Hai Siyao was even washed into the night sky and fell.

The entire Qushan City, rising and falling, sent out an astonishing death.

"Old City Lord......" Su Shenyuan looked at everything that happened in the sky, knelt down, and two lines of clear tears, down his cheeks, fell.

"Ancestor, Ancestor......" Hai Siyao slammed the ground, and a pair of flesh fists had already hidden flesh and blood.

On the attic of the "Old City Lord's ......" Langling Market, the beauty shed tears.

Yang Ning was also looking up, muttering, indistinct.

In the sky, it seemed that everything was silent, only the constant loud noise echoed, echoing between the mountains on either side.

It seems to tell the story of a great generation and the story of an old man......

Rumble...... Rumble......

Far and wide.