Even if Ning Zhurong was full of unwillingness, he could only desperately flee at this moment.

Although he knew that Qu Youyuan should no longer have the ability to threaten him by now, his current immortal body was also on the verge of collapse.

Coupled with the backlash caused by the self-detonation of the White Tiger Mark before, he is now more vulnerable than ever.

Fortunately, Luo Qingchen did not chase after him, thinking that it was because of Zhuge Linye's relationship.

"This traitor ......"

Thinking that most of his humiliating retreat was because of Luo Qingchen, the nameless flame in Ning Zhurong's chest ignited, making his expression more and more hideous.

One day, she must know the cost of turning her back on the Holy Church.

Ning Zhurong thought so.

It's just that he didn't think about it, Luo Qingchen has never been a member of the Holy Pavilion, and her feet have never set foot on Ling Xiao Peak except for the last time she supported Shang Yunjian.

If you have never joined, how can you turn your back?

Suddenly, Ning Zhurong felt a faint sword intent coming from behind him, which made his eyelids jump.

But he reacted immediately and scolded angrily.

Shang Yunjian's sword intent couldn't be so weak, back then he witnessed Shang Yunjian killing all directions in the mountain behind the Holy Pavilion, if Shang Yunjian's sword intent was only at this level, he would be able to kill him casually back then.

Thinking about this, he began to feel the sword intent with his heart.

First of all, he could be sure that this sword was not issued by Gao Yangsong.

Although he hadn't felt Gao Yangsong's sword intent, even if in his eyes, Gao Yangsong's Holy Dragon Phantom was just a small snake, and he had to admit that this person's sword intent contained the wind of a king, where could it be so plain and unpretentious?

Could it be Yao Chong?

Ning Zhurong's eyes flashed cold, turned around to face the ice-blue sword light, and sneered.

An immortal who escaped with serious injuries is still an immortal above the mortal dust.

Even if it's a chase, at least Shang Yunjian should take action personally, what kind of thing are you, junior!

With the sound of a whistling wind, ten thousand golden rays of light bloomed again.

Compared to the last time, the golden light this time was obviously a little dim, but it was still much more dazzling than the ice blue brilliance of the Cold Stygian Sword.

Almost instantly, the Dark Sword was engulfed in golden light, and even the best eyesight could not capture the ice blue from the golden light.

Ning Zhurong's cultivation of the Aurora Dao Seal is the secret of the Holy Pavilion, attacking the enemy and defending the imperial club is the world's first-class, at this moment in his heart, the Chongming Sword has been wiped out, thinking that Yao Chong should have also been seriously injured, and fell miserably on the side of the road like a dog, waiting for Shang Yunjian to rescue him.

Wrong!

Ning Zhurong's eyes shrank.

The sword light was still shuttling through the golden light, and although it was slow and the sword body trembled violently, it never stopped

Although the ice blue of the sword's body was suppressed, it never completely subsided.

What caught his attention the most was the charm attached to the sword.

The spell didn't seem to exist until the golden light shone through.

It was this spell that protected the sword, so that his golden light could not inflict devastating damage on it, and even the sword intent on the sword could not be erased, making the sword like a flat boat in the sea, even if the waves were raging, it could continue to move forward.

He didn't have to think about it to know that this spell must have come from Long Yao's hand.

And he became even angrier.

"Too much deception!"

Ning Zhurong swung a palm at the Cold Sword, trying to break it directly.

But as he got closer and closer to the Cold-Stygian Sword, he felt more and more familiar with it, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The most taboo distraction in the battle, Ning Zhurong knew this very well, so he didn't care, and slapped the palm that contained all his strength.

Now his strength is less than one-tenth of his peak, but it is still not difficult to be seriously injured by Long Yao's spell and destroy this flying sword.

Since Yao Chong dared to make a move without knowing the height of the sky, he had to let him know that even if he fell into Pingyang, it was still far from something that an ant like him could provoke!

With a bang, Ning Zhurong's palm had fallen on the Cold Sword.

Long Yao's spell shattered suddenly, and a powerful qi spread along Ning Zhurong's palm, shocking Ning Zhurong's seven orifices and bleeding, if he hadn't gritted his teeth and protected his internal organs with the Aurora Dao Seal, he would have died at this moment.

But the Cold Soul Sword was also crumbling after receiving this palm.

He smirked and swung his palm again, ready to destroy the nasty sword completely.

But he also finally recognized the origin of the sword.

This sword had appeared opposite him countless times, feeding him to practice.

This sword once held up a piece of cold, shielding him from a lot of wind and rain.

But in the end, when faced with the owner of this sword, he chose to turn his back.

Every night after that, he couldn't sleep, and even if he passed the test of the Holy Pavilion and inherited the White Tiger Seal, it still didn't make him feel any better.

He was afraid that he would come back, so he came back and asked him why he gave him a slap from behind and why he threatened him with his sister's life.

At this time, the old sword reappeared, and the chill on the sword was just like that back then, even if these chills were not strong, it still made him feel afraid from his heart.

"Senior Brother Beiming, is that you?"

Ning Zhurong's hoarse voice trembled a little, and the spiritual power in his palm unconsciously overflowed.

At this moment, another spell appeared on the Cold Shadow Sword, and the cold light on the Cold Shadow Sword was magnificent, stabbing Ning Zhurong's left earlobe at an unbelievable speed.

The effect of this sword was not strong, and it only brought down a drop of blood, but Ning Zhurong was extremely frightened, and the golden light around him quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Senior brother! I didn't mean to hurt you back then! It was really Dongfang Xin who forced me! Senior brother! You believe me! Believe me!"

At this time, he covered his ears and roared loudly, his eyes were full of fear, he was a madman, where was the appearance of the White Tiger of the Holy Pavilion?

He knew better than anyone that he had made a mistake when he practiced the Aurora Dao Seal, and thanks to the help of the Northern Underworld Zhou, he was able to avoid the pain of going mad, but the Aurora Dao Seal could not protect his whole body, and the only flaw appeared, once it was broken here, the Dao Seal would be destroyed.

It's that earlobe.

Bei Ming Zhou promised to keep it secret for him, and Ning Zhurong himself would not go around publicizing his weaknesses.

He always believed that after the death of Bei Ming Zhou, no one would know his secret.

But the current Cold Shadow Sword did not hesitate at all, and directly aimed at that place.

In Ning Zhurong's opinion, it must be Senior Brother Beiming who made the shot.

He was most afraid that the ghosts of the Northern Hellworld would seek revenge on him in his life, how could he not be frightened at this time?

The Aurora Dao Seal was broken, and Ning Zhurong himself begged almost frantically, without resistance, it was naturally impossible for the Northern Meditation Cultivator to let go of this opportunity, and directly pierced his heart with a sword.

Ning Zhurong had just woken up at this time, covering his heart and trembling, struggling to look in the direction where the Cold Immortal Sword flew back.

At this time, he had just flown out of Liyang City, and he could still see the situation of the City Lord's Mansion clearly.

He saw a beautiful young man take the Grim Sword and put it in its sheath, and two young men stood at either side of him.

The bodies of the three were crumbling, and it was obviously extremely consumed.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were very similar to those of the Northern Underworld, but if you look closely, they are different after all.

Ning Zhurong was stunned for a moment, and the smile on his face was full of relief.

"No! no...... That's good......"

In the next second, the White Tiger of the Holy Pavilion turned into a little bit of light and shattered in the wind.

At this moment, a hand as white as jade was a little in the air, and countless debris flew out of the light shavings, landed between her fingers, and gradually condensed into the appearance of the white tiger seal.

The person who came was Long Yao.

She enveloped the broken white tiger seal into her sleeve, and then looked at the Liyang City City Lord's Mansion and smiled.

"Well done. ”