"He's damned!"

Nie Zhenzhen looked at this scene in the audience, and his mouth was filled with murderous intent.

"Don't worry, he won't end well, someone wants him dead more than us!" Nangong Yeming comforted his wife, and his eyes gestured to Xia Lin, Nie Jue and Ao Yin on the side, and the cold glint in the eyes of the latter three at this moment couldn't stop popping up.

The same performance of the husband and wife made others very puzzled, I don't know what kind of good background the brother and sister below the road have, and they can make them like this, especially the old man Jiaoli, who inexplicably senses a trace of ominousness in their hearts.

And the Xuanming Sect disciple who was confronting Nie Yue'er below didn't know that there were already several existences in the Dao that he would never provoke him, and he walked into the ring unconsciously, still talking arrogantly, teasing Nie Yue'er opposite him.

"Little beauty, this sword sect can't become a climate, why do you want to throw your good youth in such a sect? Why don't you go to my Xuanming Sect with my brother and me, and see the mysteries of Xuanming together, my brother guarantees that you will want to die of immortals, and you will be blissful!"

The Xuanming Sect disciple said with a strange smile, his figure swaggering towards Nie Yue'er, his eyes glancing at Nie Yue'er's body unscrupulously.

"Jiaoli old man, you good disciples from the Xuanming Sect!" The arrogant appearance of the disciples of the Xuanming Sect made Nangong Yeming, who was originally able to endure it, unable to bear it, and sarcastically said with murderous intent, Nie Zhenzhen and the other four people on the side were already with their eyes in their eyes, looking at their appearances, if it weren't for Nangong Yeming's suppression, they would have been desperate to kill.

Jiaoli also sighed in his heart, looking at this appearance. The other party seemed to be about to be unable to hold it anymore, secretly annoyed with his disciple's stinky mouth, knowing that Lu Dao could no longer let him continue to mess around, and hurriedly transmitted: "What are you still rubbing, why don't you kill that slut quickly." ”

After receiving the instructions, the corner of the Xuanming Sect's disciple's mouth swept up a trace of helplessness, and he said lightly: "Little beauty, my family has given an order, and my brother is afraid that there is no way to continue talking to you, but it's a pity." I wanted you to live a little longer. The elder ordered, there is no way, you can only solve it quickly!"

"Remember not to be so reckless in the next life, and don't participate in things that shouldn't be mixed with you. Otherwise. I don't know when I lost my life!" looked compassionate. With a look of pity in his eyes, he raised his hand and prepared to kill Nie Yue'er, in his opinion. Nie Yue'er is an innocent little girl who has been brainwashed by the sect and is full of honor and disgrace of the sect, and she can be killed at will.

"Go to hell, don't forget to tell Hades that the person who killed you is called ......"

"Noise!"

With a shout, Nie Yue'er, who had already been extremely disgusted with the other party, soared the moment the other party was about to start, and a purple flame suddenly appeared around the disciple of the Xuanming Sect, and then before he could even leave a scream, the disciple of the Xuanming Sect turned into nothing and disappeared from this world.

What disappeared at the same time as him, and the space covered by Ziyan, turned into a black hole and slowly dissipated.

"Wow!"

The crowd was stunned for a moment, followed by an uproar, even the other two rings that were about to fight together were silent at this moment, Nangong Bufan, Ye Shu and Qingyi didn't expect this delicate woman to burst out so strongly in an instant, and Nie Xiaotian didn't expect his sister to behave so violently.

Jiao Li's old man's face was gloomy, looking at the place where his disciple had disappeared, his heart was full of pain, and the momentum was condensed around him, and the pressure filled the entire high platform.

"What's the matter?, annoyed and embarrassed?" Nangong Yeming sneered, condensing the Yuan Force all over his body, and was on guard against Jiao Li's movements at any time, after all, the other party was a supreme-level powerhouse who had reached the four realms of reincarnation, and his strength should not be underestimated.

"I want that little girl!" Jiao Li said in a deep voice, his eyes faintly showing madness, and the fate of his own disciple's bones was obviously stimulating him.

"Impossible!" Before Nangong Yeming could answer, Nie Zhenzhen and Xia Lin, two mothers, had already categorically refused.

"I said, I want that little girl!" Jiao Li repeated again, the coercion of the four reincarnation supremes contained in the words and impacted the people of the Sword Sect on the opposite side, obviously planning to suppress people with power!

"Delusional!" Nangong Yeming stood up, and his momentum spread out, resisting Jiaoli's increasingly strong momentum.

The confrontation between the two needles and Maimang once again turned the high platform into the focus of the battlefield.

"Hmph, it's just a competition, even if the disciples of the Xuanming Sect are a little annoying, they won't end up with no bones, it's better for the Nangong Sect Master to hand over the murderer, otherwise, hehe!" Yu Daoren said in a yin and yin manner, implying that if they didn't hand over Nie Yue'er, they wouldn't give up.

"That's right, it's just a disciple, Nangong Sect Master, you have to think about it, in the face of our three sects, is it wise to protect that ordinary disciple!"

Whether it was Nie Yue'er's talent and qualifications or the purple flame that suddenly appeared at the back of the closest, they were shocked and coveted, if they could get her, it would not be a big deal to kill a disciple.

"In the ring, life and death are fateful, and there will inevitably be some injuries in the martial arts competition, if you have to hand over the disciples of my sect because of this, you will be forgiven!" Nangong Yeming replied with great difficulty, this is not just a question of whether to give or not, but also a matter of attitude.

Not to mention that Nie Yue'er is his niece, even if she is just an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect, he will never hand her over because of external pressure, otherwise, how can his Sword Sect gain a foothold in the cultivation realm.

When the disciples are detached from morality, how can they face those wolf-like opponents in the outside world.

"Okay! Since that's the case, don't blame us for being ruthless!" Yu Daoren said ruthlessly, no longer the image of a master in the previous world, he looked particularly ruthless and vicious, and he turned his head and wanted to let Qing Yi and two of them be ruthless, but he was shocked by the sudden outburst of astonishing anger beside him.

"Vertical Zier dare!"

When Yu Daoren turned his head, he happened to see the sword shadow around Nangong Bufan's body flowing endlessly, and the long sword in his hand slashed Ye Shu's head, the change was too sudden, so that the Chu Overlord on the side had no time to react at all, so he could only condense a big hand that supported the sky as if he was angry, and pressed down.

"Whew!"

Thousands of sword shadows suddenly flowed out from the high platform, like a real river, striking the giant hand that held the sky to the point of dripping.

"Nangong Yeming, you want to start a war with me!" Chu Bawang shouted angrily, raised his palms together, and was about to attack Nangong Yeming.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Nangong Yeming was not to be outdone, his long sword was unsheathed, and the sword was pointed at the overlord of Chu.

"Not good!"

Before Yu Daoren could react from the successive changes, the sudden outbreak of fluctuations in the direction of Qingyi made him sigh in his heart, and secretly screamed that it was not good.

Above the central ring, a purple flame completely enveloped the ring, and the golden pure yang power belonging to Qingyi in it was still vivid, but it seemed to be frozen in it, maintaining the posture of the sword, motionless, even the surging ripples of the pure yang sword were clearly visible, as if time had stood still there.

In front of Qingyi, a white-robed figure stood, as if he felt the gaze of Yu Daoren, the young man turned his head and grinned, and the long sword in his hand slashed lightly through the throat of the person in front of him, as if he was not killing a person, but as if he had slaughtered a chicken, duck, pig and sheep.

"Poof!"

Watching Nie Xiaotian put away the purple flames in a daze, the thin blood spurting out of Qingyi's throat, Qingyi's figure slowly sat down on the ground, his dilated pupils were full of confusion, as if he couldn't figure out what to do After a moment, the world world began to blur, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Yu Daoren's face slowly turned red, a mouthful of blood in his chest was blocked, his brain was blank, and he couldn't believe that his most talented disciple had fallen here, and his anger turned into a roar.

"Nangong Yeming, I am inseparable from your Sword Sect!" (To be continued......)