"Don't kill me!"

Lan Dao Ming Dynasty Suningan kowtowed, a handful of snot and a handful of tears.

Before, how stinky he was, now, how humiliated.

Su Ningan continued to move forward, expressionless, the tip of the horizontal knife was upside down, and there were red blood beads hanging down along the tip of the knife and falling to the ground.

Seeing that Su Ningan didn't seem to have any intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, Lan Daoming broke out.

He yelled hysterically.

"My second uncle is the commander of the Xiongfeng Army, my father is the Shangzhu Kingdom, my Lan family is the Great Zhou Pillar Stone, if you kill me, you are the public enemy of the Great Zhou, I will guarantee that you will not survive today!"

"Quack!"

Suningan raised the horizontal knife and was about to fall.

"Be merciful!"

There was a voice from outside the sky, like rolling thunder, the first word sound was still far away, and the last word sound was close in front of him, which shook Suningan's ear drums, and he looked for prestige, and under the dirt slope, someone flew over like a big bird.

Leap a few feet!

Innate!

What about innateness?

Su Ningan did not hesitate at all, the horizontal knife in his hand still fell, and he slashed Lan Daoming, who bowed his head and cried and gave up resistance.

You deserve to die!

Death deserves!

In fact, if he hadn't lost his fighting spirit and dared to fight with Suningan, or if he wasn't afraid of Wanjun, as long as he bought a little time, that innate would have been able to arrive, and at that time, it was difficult to say whether Suningan could save his life under the innate powerhouse, let alone hunt him down.

It can be said that Lan Daoming died by his own hands.

Equivalent to suicide.

If, he was braver, he would not have been separated like now, like the ant people who were beheaded by his order.

Some people are like this, showing off their might in front of the weak, unscrupulous, thinking that they are invincible in the world, incomparably noble, when they are pierced by someone to pierce the illusion of soap bubbles, they suddenly become a piece of sludge in the ground, extremely despicable.

"You dare!"

Seeing Suning'an beheading Lan Daoming, that innate was angry.

In the air, the long sword in his hand slashed out, and a three-foot-long green mang spat out from the tip of the sword, broke away from the sword body, and slashed towards Suningan.

Jian Gang!

Su Ningan jumped lightly to the right, avoiding the trajectory of Jian Gang's fall.

Although Jian Gang's speed is fast, Suning'an's figure is not slow, and the full-level goose falling silently slashing Xue Ge pays attention to the agility and fluctuation of the body, and avoiding Jian Gang seems to be a piece of cake.

However, things are not so easy.

Suningan's figure just dodged, and the trajectory of Jiangang's flight in the air also changed, not falling straight down, but flying towards Suningan's dodging direction like a spirit, this thing is like a missile.

Locked on to the target, he persevered.

Su Ningan didn't panic, as soon as his toes landed, an internal force fell, and his body rebounded and flew in another direction.

The same is true for Jian Gang.

Also changed direction in the air.

Next, Suningan changed directions a few more times, but still couldn't avoid Jian Gang's lock.

It seems that it can only be carried hard!

He took a deep breath, stood still with his feet, his inner strength was vigorous, the soles of his feet suddenly sank, stepped into the dirt three inches, borrowed the power of the earth, he swung his horizontal knife, and slashed towards the sword.

Razor-edged.

The whole body was full of qi and blood, the skin, bones, and internal organs were full of internal strength, and then, circulating in the body for a small week, finally, it converged on the tip of the horizontal knife and landed on the sword gang.

The waves collided, and the water splashed 3,000 feet!

"Whoa!"

The horizontal knife shattered.

Countless blades flew sideways, and fragments flew towards Suningan's eyes, Suningan opened his eyes and stared fixedly, and the fragments flew past his eye sockets, leaving a small wound at the tip of his eyebrows, taking away a bead of blood.

The three-foot green light was dim, and the sword gang dispersed.

Suningan breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just like that, he couldn't help but think so.

However, he thought a little too early.

A cyan point of light jumped out of the scattered sword gang and flew towards Suning'an's front door.

That's the killer move.

The innate of a thousand years ago and the innate of a thousand years later are not the same thing.

At the time of the prosperity of the martial arts, the innate must come from the Great Perfection of the Three Realms of Refining the Body, and now, although the martial arts are in decline, they are not like the later generations that can only be used by cultivators to lay the foundation, and they can still practice after the innate and have martial arts masters.

This one, I don't know if it's a martial arts master, but it's definitely not the imperfect innate of later generations.

He, like Suningan, is a Great Perfection of the Body Refining Realm.

However, he is a realm higher than Suningan, yes, there is no half-step innate in this world, innate is congenital, where is there any half-step.

A realm, like a moat.

This point of light caught Suningan off guard, his body was old, his internal strength was completely gone, and he couldn't dodge anymore, even if he just twisted his head.

However, his consciousness remains.

As soon as the thought moved, a red shadow flashed in front of him.

The woman in red, Wanjun, appeared in front of Su Ning'an, blocking between him and the point of light, she stretched out her right hand, and her fingers grabbed the point of light like a flower.

Then, in front of Suningan's eyes, she turned into light and shadow and dispersed.

At the same time, the method of asking the gods to descend into the world as a sacrifice was broken, and Wanjun escaped into the anomalous asylum, and the mahogany comb was damaged, and it took a buffer period to be able to restore its original state, but this sacrifice was not without gain.

The point of light dissipated.

Dissipated in the energy hedge with Wanjun.

There was no joy in Suning's peace of mind, only solemnity.

It was just an appetizer before, however, the appetizer almost made Suningan unbearable, consumed a woman in red, and abolished the method of inviting the gods to descend into the world as a sacrifice, which barely blocked the appetizer, and now, the main meal is coming.

The master landed and stood on the dirt slope.

He was dressed in white and had three long beards, like a suave scribe, which seemed incompatible with the bloody battlefield in front of him, but at this time, the expression on his face was a little unsightly, and his eyes were angry, and there was no elegance.

Without waiting for the other party to swing his sword, Suningan totoed, and the whole person swept out like an ice skate, and with a move on the ground, a spear appeared in his hand, and then, he came out of his hand and threw it towards the master.

"Die!"

The master shouted.

The spear flew halfway to the point and looked weak, barely flying in front of the master and falling to the ground, the opponent was surrounded by three feet of protective qi, and this bit of power of Su Ningan could not break the opponent's protective qi.

The spear fell, and Suningan was only one foot away from the master.

If you go any further, you will step into the range of the master's protective qi.

The master stared at Su Ningan coldly, the long sword in his hand was out of his hand, but it never fell, buzzed, and hung in the air.

He waited for Suningan to make a move.

He has this self-confidence.

The fourteen-year-old refining realm is very strong, but today is his last day, and it is the last day he sees the sun above his head.

If you kill the people of the Lan family, the king of heaven can't protect him!

"Poof!"

Suningan opened his mouth.

Spit out a leaf of brilliance.