The owner of the barrage felt that things were a little ridiculous.

The feeling of pressure in the neck tells this absurd truth.

After a short period of distraction, he reacted and said coldly, "You are looking for death"

It is even more ridiculous to say that the owner of this hand is looking for death.

But in the context of group siege, things are a little different, and some things are taken for granted.

Ning Baifeng looked at this ordinary but not panicked face, and said, "No one will die today, the spirit turtle won't, you won't, I won't, you have chips, I also have them, it's just a swap, no one will suffer." ”

Things have come to this point, and it is not what Ning Baifeng wants.

Some people are also unwilling, such as the owner of the barrage who was choked by the neck at the moment, he looked at the young man in white with a sneer, and said, "You think that if you capture me, you can exchange that spirit turtle to rebuild the covered bridge, not only my barrage of the river, but also the whole Wushan, who do you think is more important than my life compared with Wushan's thousand-year-old plan?"

The two sword cultivators of the ascending peak were fast, and the essence of the other peaks reacted later, the woman who stepped on the lotus cloud fell on the cloud boat, and the woman who came out of the painting boat stepped on the embroidered handkerchief.

Ning Baifeng looked at the twelve peaks and earth immortals who came to the vicinity of the head of the boat one after another, and another thought suddenly popped up in his heart, who said that the Mystic Gate had stopped countless cultivators, what was going on with these people in front of him.

Nie Hongzhu was a little nervous, and although he was separated by the curtain, he still felt that those eyes were like swords.

Ning Baifeng didn't pay any attention to those searching eyes, perhaps because they were both sword cultivators, he fell his gaze on the two sword cultivators on the railing of the bow, "Who do you think is more important?"

The faces of the two sword cultivators who ascended the peak were already pale, and they hijacked the owner of the river boat in front of the twelve peaks, which was not only hitting the face of the river boat, but also hitting the face of the twelve peaks, and it was very loud.

After practicing for hundreds of years, I have never seen such an arrogant person

A sharp sword light flew out of one of them's sleeve.

They felt that the most important thing now was to put this white-clothed young man who had embarrassed Twelve Peaks on the spot.

Nervous people, as long as there is a hint of alarm, they will make a move, and Nie Hongzhu is like this.

The moment the sword light appeared, the long sword behind her back came out of its sheath.

A brilliant spark appeared in mid-air.

The crisp sound of metal clashing sounded, pleasant but harsh.

That sword light didn't stop there, it couldn't hit it in one blow, and it hit the air again.

Since Nie Hongzhu joined the sword, his control of the sword has long been different.

In the mid-air of the bow of the boat, sparks kept flashing, and the sound of sword strikes was endless.

Just when everyone thought that this battle would last for a long time, another sword cultivator let out a soft shout, "Enough"

The sparks in the air disappeared in an instant.

Nie Hongzhu held the long sword that flew back, and his body trembled slightly.

The sword of the sword is as smooth as hoarfrost.

Ning Baifeng knew in his heart that the sword just now was a temptation to block it, and if it couldn't be blocked, it was a killing move.

The sword cultivator who shouted to stop was named Liu Zhao, and he was the senior brother of the sword cultivator, and a sword test made him secretly sigh that these two people did have the ability to be arrogant, because he knew very well that the junior brother had just used the natal flying sword, but he couldn't break through the interception of the opponent's sword.

Liu Zhao looked at the young man in white and said, "You let him go now, I can call the shots and let you get out of here alive." ”

Ning Baifeng understood the meaning of this sentence, not only could he not take away the spirit turtle, but even Nie Hongzhu, who took out the sword, would die here, and only he could leave alive.

At this time, so many people in and outside the river watched, Twelve Peaks lost face, and there must be an explanation, and the servant gave the master his life, which was very reasonable in Liu Zhao's opinion.

Ning Baifeng shook his head, "No, I still have to leave alive with my minions." ”

The woman who stepped on the lotus cloud was a little unhappy, "You are delusional"

Ning Baifeng was thinking, the record on the Wushan Chronicles was indeed true, and the twelve peaks were indeed headed by the rising peak and the Wangxia peak.

Liu Zhao was not unhappy, on the contrary, he smiled, he felt that this person was either a fool or a madman, otherwise he would not have made a time when the twelve peaks were all in place, hijacking the owner of the barrage on the barrage, and the arrogance he thought before was really looking down on him.

Having said that, the two sides are not giving in to each other, and it is clear that they have reached a stalemate.

The people on the river and the outside of the river gradually began to discuss.

For those who came to watch the ceremony today, the earth immortals of the Twelve Peaks are indeed the existence that people look up to, but more of them are those from the lower three realms and the outer three realms.

And it is these people who make up the largest base in the cultivation world, and it is also these people who will spread the word about what is happening today.

If the matter is not handled well, not only will the river boat lose face, but the Twelve Peaks will also become a joke, and the cultivators will have a long lifespan, so for a long time to come, this joke will always be preached, and this time may be decades, or even hundreds of years.

Liu Zhao also thought of this, so he sighed deeply, "I'm sorry. ”

A gust of wind blew on the surface of the river in an instant, and a figure flew in the wind at great speed.

Ning Baifeng felt the killing intent in the wind and immediately retreated.

In the gap on the side of the bow, a straw pierced into the wind, bringing up a cloud of blood mist, which was then blown away with the gale.

Nie Hongzhu stabbed into the wind with a sword, and then, like a kite with a broken line, retreated in a straight line, crashed through the outer barrage disciples, and smashed into the barrage hall.

Ning Baifeng, who avoided the fatal blow, smashed into a small boat on the river, and the entire hull instantly sank, stirring up huge waves, and his palm was still the same

pinched on the neck of the main barricade, and did not move.

The two people who were originally watching the excitement on the boat were shocked into the river.

The river wind blew, and the figure hidden in the wind appeared on the main formation platform of the head of the boat.

This is an old man in rich clothes, half as handsome as a woman, and half as thin as a skeleton.

Ning Baifeng withdrew his gaze from the old man, feeling that his hands were a little heavy.

The neck that was choked no longer had a pulse, and a bloody hole the thickness of chopsticks appeared between his eyebrows.

The owner of the barrage was killed.

Just now Liu Zhao said that he was sorry, Ning Baifeng knew that the fight was inevitable.

But I didn't expect that it was Kurong Yusuo who really did it.

The straw of the sneak attack, Ning Baifeng thought that he was here to kill himself, but he didn't expect it to be the owner of the river boat among the killers.

Ning Baifeng put the corpse in his hand down on the boat and sighed in his heart.

He didn't want to kill people, but he didn't expect that someone would die because of it.

There was a sound of wood breaking from the barrage, and Nie Hongzhu rushed out of the main hall and hovered in the air.

The people watching from the outside of the river woke up in shock.

What had just happened was too fast, fast enough for their eyes to handle.

The old man standing at the bow of the boat looked at the young man in white coldly and said, "We meet again."

Ning Baifeng nodded, but did not speak.

This old man is none other than the Kurong Diaosuo who has been in contact with in the Sword Valley, the great monk of the Jindan Realm.

The last time the two met was not pleasant, and this time it was similar.

Ning Baifeng felt that he was really in conflict with this person.

Liu Zhao was a little surprised when he saw the old man who suddenly appeared, he was about to do it just now, but he didn't expect the old man to be one step faster than him, and he also didn't expect that the young man would have such a fast reaction speed.

From this point of view, if he fights alone, he may not be the opponent of the young man in white based on speed alone.

This is an even more surprising thing.

It can be seen that this young man in white turned out to be Jindan Realm

Liu Zhao instantly chilled.

The other masters of the various peaks who came over slowly retreated to show respect for the old man waiting for me.

Even though they were the principals sent by the Twelve Peaks, when they met the ancestor of the barricade, they also had to bow their heads, just because the other party was in the Jindan Realm.

The old man looked at the corpse on the boat and asked, "Dead"

Ning Baifeng nodded and said, "It's dead." ”

He wasn't going to lie, let alone panic.

The old man looked at the boats scattered on the river, and said, "My granddaughter's death is related to you, and now my descendants are dying at your hands, so you are ready to be buried with you." ”

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