It is difficult to be outnumbered after all, Jiang Linan, Yang Yaozong, and Lu Ling were surrounded by Taixu disciples, and most of the disciples present were people from the deacon hall.

Lu Ling has always been biased towards the faction of the torture hall, and has long been regarded as a thorn in the side of the deacon hall, despite this, because of the door master, Qin Yu and they will not kill Lu Ling, after all, the woman in front of them is the woman that the door master has always coveted.

In the face of Jiang Linan, Qin Yu doesn't have so many scruples, Wei Long wants his mother instead of him, as long as he doesn't die and be disabled.

The blade of the sword slashed across the ground and flickered with a trace of sparks, and a faint white smoke came out of the sword track. Qin Yu's every step was like stepping on Jiang Linan's heart.

Jiang Linan held his injured shoulder and half-squatted, blood mixed with sweat slowly dripping from the corners of his mouth. He stubbornly looked up at Qin Yu a few meters away, the tip of his tongue went around the corner of his mouth, licked away the bloody taste, and then spit aside.

Qin Yu's footsteps suddenly quickened at this moment, and a brilliant spark was drawn on the ground of the long sword. When his body jumped, the sparks on the ground suddenly disappeared, and they were replaced by a white sword qi in mid-air, sparing no strength to slash towards Jiang Linan.

"Rinan!"

The trapped hands and feet of the Lu Ling were quite well under the protection of Yang Yaozong, but at this time it was a few zhang away from Jianglinan. Seeing Qin Yu's murderous sword slashing towards him, Ling Ling, who was almost desperate, let out an earth-shattering scream.

Yang Yaozong was besieged by other disciples, and he couldn't get out to rescue him.

In the eyes of everyone, Jiang Linan would never escape from Qin Yu's sword, and Qin Yu was even more convinced that this sword would definitely make Jiang Linan half unsuccessful.

The whistling sword qi slashed through the surrounding air, making a whirring sound in the distortion, and the disciples surrounding Jiang Linan retreated one after another when they saw the situation.

However, what was surprising was that a figure suddenly appeared behind Jiang Linan, and his palms probed his back, and the vast power poured into Jiang Linan's body.

"Quick!"

The person who came was Elder Sa, and he didn't say a word because it was too late.

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Where Jiang Linan was, a black hole vortex flashed, and at this moment, Qin Yu's sword qi burst out, but the result was not the same as Qin Yu thought. His sword qi did not hurt Jiang Linan in the slightest, but was devoured by him.

Qin Yu, who arrived near Jianglinan at a great speed, was shocked and wanted to retreat in the face of the sudden change. It's a pity that it was too late, Jiang Linan burst out in the black hole whirlpool, followed by the sharp sword in his hand.

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A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and the long sword was as fast as a flash of light, submerging from Qin Yu's chest and piercing out from behind.

A trail of blood floated out with the long sword in the night sky, Qin Yu looked down at the cold chest in astonishment, the blood flowed down his clothes, everything around him seemed to dim at this moment, and everything was almost distancing himself from him.

Jiang Linan put away the black hole vortex and stood less than two meters in front of Qin Yu, watching Qin Yu slowly lean back until he hit the ground with a bang.

Jiang Linan looked back at Sa Chongyang behind him and did not speak, as if he saw a self-evident tacit understanding in the other party's expression.

Stepping past Qin Yu's side, he walked towards the place where his long sword fell.

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Picking up the long sword and scanning the shocked disciples around him, Jiang Linan shouted coldly: "Who else, there are still people who can't tolerate me?"

Seeing Qin Yu die, the people in the deacon hall seemed to have lost their backbone. Elder Qiushang and Deacon Qin Yu were killed one after another. Now that Sa Chongyang has taken action to help Jiang Linan kill Qin Yu again, it is obvious that it is impossible for Taixumen to return to the past days.

The people of the Deacon Hall were talking to each other at this time, and no one dared to make a move, even the disciples who were besieging Yang Yaozong were already at this time

Stop.

The men and horses of the torture hall have occupied one side, just waiting for Sa Chongyang's order.

Everyone looked at the fierce battle above the palace from afar, the remnants of the Sword Qi Dao overlapped, and Wei Long actually showed signs of defeat.

"Elder Dove, the old man is late, please ask for a lot of Haihan. Sa Chongyang saluted respectfully and said to the ruined Ling.

Lu Ling is in an unbearable situation, but her momentum must not be weakened: "Elder Sa has a heart, but I am now bound, trapped in the dungeon for several months, and my strength is not as good as before, and tonight's affairs have to rely on Elder Sa to do so." ”

"Although the old man is outside, his life is not as easy as the dungeon, and the humiliation he has suffered in the torture hall these days will be returned one by one today. Sa Chongyang's old face was gloomy, and he glanced at the people in the deacon hall opposite.

"The disciples of the torture hall obeyed the order, and arrested all the disciples of the deacon hall for me, and those who resisted will be killed!"

Sa Chongyang gave an order, and the disciples of the torture hall rushed to the disciples of the deacon hall opposite like ants out of the nest, and the sound of the sword echoed again.

"Sa Chongyang, what are you going to do?"

Wei Long, who was in the battle, saw that the disciples of the two halls below were facing each other, but the hateful thing was that the people in the deacon hall had already abandoned their weapons and surrendered.

"Wei Long, today is your time of death!" Sa Chongyang's old voice echoed in the air, and he swept towards the palace as he spoke.

Wei Long, who was originally entangled by Jiang Qiaoqiao and Mu Xiao and couldn't get out, was even worse at this time. One against three, if it were two ordinary Sword Venerables, maybe he Wei Long would have a good chance of killing.

But Mu Xiao and Jiang Qiaoqiao are already on a par with him, and at this time, there is another Sa Chongyang, and he Wei Long has only one way to die.

"Old thing, dare to betray me!" Wei Long struck out in the direction where Sa Chongyang was.

The next moment, he jumped and tried to escape from the three of them, but at this moment, a green light swept towards Wei Long from behind the palace. The fat man's fat body was surrounded by green light, and it looked eerie in the night. The sudden appearance of the fat man made Wei Long pause for a moment, where would the fat man let go of such an opportunity? A solid punch slammed into Wei Long's abdomen, and the latter shook back several meters and was furious.

"You forced me!hahaha......"

Wei Long suddenly let out a wild laugh, and with the laughter was an invisible coercion. The wind howled around him, and the restless heaven and earth aura was frantically inhaled into Wei Long's body, his body expanded rapidly, the clothes on his body were torn one after another, and the exposed muscles lingered with a strange halo.

"It's not good, he wants to expose himself!" Sa Chongyang shouted in panic.

When the people below heard this, they fled in the direction of the martial arts arena, and the wind on the palace became more and more violent, and Mu Xiao and the others seemed to be being pulled towards Wei Long by this wind.

"Let's get on it!"

Mu Xiao did not flee, but swept towards Wei Long, and the long sword was thrown into the air to create a dazzling light, and everyone who had fled looked back and marveled. Such a scene is also rare, and some disciples have never even seen it.

The sky above the palace was full of light, and the golden light rose into the sky, like a golden barrier. Far away, countless sword shadows could be clearly seen shuttling in the golden light.

The powerful killing intent has enveloped the entire palace, and even the entire martial arts arena.

"It's so murderous!" Yang Yaozong looked back at the main palace with a sluggish expression on his face.

Lu Ling felt powerless, she couldn't imagine how strong Mu Xiao was.

Looking up at the distance, Lu Ling's lips and teeth were difficult to open, and his expression was extremely complicated: "He actually practiced the worry-free swordsmanship!"

Lu Ling's words made the disciples around him confused, especially the young disciples, who didn't know what (worry-free swordsmanship) was.

Yang Yaozong's face was even more exciting, and his mouth was wide enough to almost stuff two eggs. He came back to his senses and asked, "No worries."

Isn't that lost? Besides, we can't practice it on this continent at all, right?"

"I don't know, maybe it's providence!" Lu Ling secretly rejoiced that she hadn't killed Mu Xiao in Youli Mountain at the beginning, otherwise she didn't know what the consequences would be.

The sword aura on the palace was rampant, the rumbling sound was endless, and the whole palace was shaking.

What they thought was beyond their cognition was beyond their comprehension, and what they didn't expect was that at this moment, a red light appeared above the palace, and the pattern of ancient runes flowing, like a compass was now above the palace.

"Qiankun Pan?"

The chains were in turmoil, and Ling Ling's feet were paralyzed, and she staggered back in disbelief. The hands trapped by the iron chain pointed slightly to the top of the palace, and the huge pattern trembled and said: "Qiankun Plate, that is a flying artifact, it has always been an ownerless thing, and today it is actually ......"

"Mother, isn't that my sister? I'm going to help her. ”

Jiang Linan pointed above the palace, above the red pattern. Jiang Qiaoqiao's long skirt flew, and as Qiankun moved towards Wei Long, her figure became more and more blurred, until it finally became a little illusory.

The more this happened, the more anxious Jiang Li Nan became, but Lu Ling stopped in front of him and said, "No, their strength is no longer what we can bear." ”

As soon as the words fell, a loud noise came from the direction of the palace, and when the Qiankun Disk suddenly burst into dazzling light, the golden sword qi slammed down in the blink of an eye.

At this time, on the top of the palace, two figures were shaken down. Wei Long was restrained by the power of Qiankun Pan and couldn't move, and Mu Xiao's sword qi was all submerged into his body.

At the moment when the Sanssouci Sword was raised, Mu Xiao was like a golden man illuminating the entire Taixu Gate in the night sky.

"Qiaoqiao, let's go!"

The light of the Qiankun Pan suddenly disappeared, and the smallest appearance of Huahua fell into Jiang Qiaoqiao's hands.

Mu Xiao's figure flashed, and he picked up Jiang Qiaoqiao and fled out.

"You don't have to die well!"

Wei Long's desperate voice came from behind him, and the next moment, a loud bang shook the entire Taixu Gate where the palace was located.

A powerful force swept towards the valley, the disciples of the Taixu Sect fled in all directions, and the brazier on the martial arts arena fell, turning into a raging sea of fire.

The originally bright main palace hall had collapsed in half, smoke and dust were billowing from the ruins, and Wei Long's voice disappeared into the night with a loud noise.

Behind a dimly lit wall, a dull groan was heard. Sa Chongyang then faintly flickered, struggling to push away the ruins pressed on his foot, and his right leg was dripping warm blood from the pain and numbness.

"Old man, where are you?"

At this moment, the fat man staggered up at the other end and looked around in the dim light.

"I'm here!" Sa Chongyang gritted his teeth and roared.

The fat man looked back, tripped over the ruins in a panic, and crawled towards Sa Chongyang.

Vaguely saw Sa Chongyang squirming his body with difficulty, and the fat man half-squatted close behind him to help him and said, "What happened just now?"

"We were beaten down together, you ask me, who do I ask!" hiss......" Sa Chongyang inhaled as he spoke.

The fat man helped him up with both hands, but Sasa Chongyang couldn't stand, and his right leg was already covered with slimy blood.

"Your legs!" exclaimed the fat man.

Touching his thigh, his knee was shattered like an eggshell.

Sa Chongyang was still very calm, and let out a few wry smiles: "Isn't it just one leg? Luckier than Wei Long's thief, there is not even a scum left!"

"You!"

The fat man was quite speechless, and the posture of a baby holding him brought Sa Chongyang step by step to the bright place.