"Not bad. Nangong Langyue nodded with a smile on the corner of her mouth, very satisfied with the white-faced son's understanding, but the film's expression immediately turned gloomy: "So only one of the two branches of the Mo family can be left, and the Leng family must be cut down and eradicated tonight." ”

Among the children of the Leng family, except for Leng Qinghan and the maid in fancy clothes, they all did not know the identity of the father and son, and saw that the two of them had been whispering for a long time, but the head of their own mansion had been indifferent, and they couldn't figure out the situation for a while, and they exchanged heads and ears.

Some experienced elders calmed down, watched the surrounding situation, and finally knocked out seven or eight points, these uninvited guests broke into the cold mansion at night, and surrounded the mansion up and down, the reason is not difficult to identify, since the Mo family courtyard collapsed and was torn apart, the cold mansion has been living in seclusion in Changsheng Town, and has no intersection with the rivers and lakes, the only mortal enemy is the same Mo family branch, the palm fire is the Nangong clan of the five elements of the Xuanjia. As we all know, the Nangong clan has coveted the golden Xuanjia on the Leng Clan's mansion for a long time, and has climbed the high branch of the Tianlong Society in Jiangnan over the years, and its ambitions will inevitably skyrocket.

Under the encirclement of the Nangong clan, some of the Leng clan's disciples who saw the clues couldn't help but shudder, where did this posture seem to be coming to snatch the gold Five Elements Xuanjia, it was clearly rushing to destroy the door. This thought spread through the crowd, and there was an immediate uproar, and all the Leng clan disciples looked around, subconsciously tightening the weapons in their hands, and their expressions were solemn.

Leng Qinghan slowly approached Jin Jia and said expressionlessly, "Brother Nangong, I don't know what is the important matter of visiting Leng Mansion so late?"

Nangong Langyue paced around without saying a word, and when he returned to Huo Jia, he suddenly stopped, his eyes were cold and he looked at Leng Qinghan, and the two of them were only ten steps away.

Nangong Xiao Yi, who retreated behind the fire armor, hooked an arc at the corner of his mouth, and took more than ten steps back with understanding.

At this moment, in the center of the clearing, the two heads of the Mo family looked at each other, and the two Xuanjia statues stood behind them like a hill, and almost everyone present could clearly smell the killing intent in the air.

Nangong Langyue bowed slightly, and her long beard fluttered.

An inexplicable qi suddenly erupted around Nangong Langyue, and all the Leng clan disciples who were surrounded were touched by the qi machine, and they fell down one after another when they stood unsteadily.

Nangong Langyue's robe was agitated, and the qi machine was agitated, no less than Dou Chang'an who opened the lake with the qi machine, he flicked his big sleeves, and the qi machine was like a monstrous wave crashing, the grass and trees in the cold mansion were swaying without wind, and the cold hair and temples were fluttering, but he was always standing like a pine and did not take half a step back, which was undoubtedly a reassuring pill for the Leng family disciples who were upside down behind him.

The qi is so prosperous, even Dou Chang'an, who was sitting under the banyan tree and watching the excitement, was deeply affected, and the ball bun on the top of his head was blown messy, and his messy long hair danced in the wind.

The qi machine was long, endless, and Bai Yun was caught off guard, trying his best to stabilize his body, but he was still forced back by this qi machine by half a step.

Nangong Langyue showed a cold smile, and slowly put down the hand that threw out his sleeves, and the weather suddenly disappeared.

"Pretend. Dou Changan said with great disdain.

Dou Changan casually picked up a short banyan branch, recoiled a bun of balls, and said with a sneer: "Stinky and shameless, I walked the shit and transported it into the Taifeng realm, and in front of a group of heavenly dolls, I even pretended to be a fairy." ”

Bai Yun didn't answer, and his gaze returned to the tense two-vein family master.

"I'm here to fetch the Golden Armor. Nangong Langyue put her hands behind her back and said with an extremely arrogant and self-contained attitude.

Leng Qing Han Gujing asked nonchalantly, "That's all?"

The corners of Nangong Langyue's mouth moved, her eyes swept over the two-character plaque of Leng Mansion hanging on the beam of the main hall, and said in a deep voice: "In order to revitalize the Mo family's court, your Leng clan should sacrifice the small self to fulfill the big self, and the Nangong clan and the Leng clan can only leave one vein." ”

Nangong Langyue rubbed her forehead and added, "Don't worry, in the future, your cold name will be indispensable in the ancestral hall of the Mo family." ”

Leng Qinghan's expression changed slightly, and he sighed lightly and said, "It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other?"

Nangong Langyue retracted her gaze and sneered: "Although you and I are both seedlings under the eaves of the Mo family, your surname is Leng and my surname is Nangong, what is the same root?"

Leng Qing snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Whether it is the Nangong clan or the Leng clan, they are both of the Mo family's bloodline, and they should guard the honor and disgrace of the Mo family together." ”

Leng Qinghan stretched out the two fingers of his right hand, pointed at the face of the blue-robed man and scolded: "Nangong Langyue, as the head of the Nangong family, you dare to openly violate the ancestral teachings of the Mo family?"

Nangong Langyue's eyes narrowed into a line, and said with contempt: "My Nangong clan has always been a descendant of the Mo family, and your Leng clan is just a branch of the Mo family, if it weren't for the Mo family's wide and tolerant world, where can you Leng family, after occupying the magpie's nest for a long time, you really regard yourself as the master of the Mo family?"

Nangong Langyue shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back again, and paced back and forth: "Of course, the Leng family's contribution to the Mo family is indelible, but that has long been a matter of the older generation, and now that the Mo family is declining, what is your Leng family's contribution?

Leng Qinghan's expression was solemn, and he said sharply: "A generation of emperors and courtiers, the decline of the Mo family is the general trend of dynasty change, and it is irreversible. ”

Nangong Langyue smiled contemptuously and laughed coldly: "This is the reason why the Leng Clan is shrinking to Changsheng Town?

Leng Qinghan's voice did not decrease, and he suddenly shook his sleeves, and the dead leaves and branches that blew on the green bricks were blown out by the wind of his sleeves in an instant: "The rivers and lakes of Daliang and the rivers and lakes of the Great Song Dynasty are like abysses, the temples and rivers and lakes have nothing to do with each other, and Daliang cannot allow any force of rivers and lakes to contaminate the temple." Although the dispute between the Liang and Song dynasties has passed, the Liang Zhao family still has a grudge against the Mo family, and the Mo family wants to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes and can no longer have a relationship with the temple, and honestly take root in the rivers and lakes and accumulate thick and thin, which is the only way out for the Mo family to recover the court, but you Nangong Langyue privately colluded with the Tianlong Society, and wanted to revitalize the Mo family with the help of the thrust of the Tianlong Society。 ”

Nangong Langyue snorted and mocked: "Go to his bullshit temple, the rivers and lakes have nothing to do with each other, and when the emperor of Chang'an City eats and dreams, he can't wait to hold the entire rivers and lakes in his arms." You don't dare to do the things that are in the fire, so let my Nangong clan do it, anyway, the Leng clan only has the ability to shrink and avoid trouble. ”

Leng Qinghan is not good, not angry but laughing: "The Mo family was also the state religion of the Central Plains Dynasty, and the sect was very prosperous for a while, although the court is now declining and declining, but the good and bad background is still there, but the bones are hurt but not the heart, and there may be a ray of light after careful cultivation, but you Nangong Langyue is willing to be a dog in the Tianlong Society Demon Sect that everyone shouts and beats for your own ambitions, isn't it a turtle with a shrunken head?"

Nangong Langyue is obviously not as good as Leng Qinghan in terms of qi cultivation, and after listening to this cynicism, he was furious: "Leng's child is stubborn, today I, Nangong Langyue, will clean up the door for the Mo family!"

Leng Qinghan stepped out diagonally, and then stretched out his right hand and signaled: "Since you insist on cutting off the last bit of affection between the Nangong clan and the Leng clan, then come." ”

Nangong Langyue's eyes formed a line, and the killing intent suddenly soared in an instant, and the blue robe on his body rolled like a sea tide, and he smiled gloomily: "I heard that in the past twenty years, you have devoted yourself to retreat and practiced the swordsmanship left by the old immortal who ascended in Changsheng Town, and it is estimated that it is time for spring planting and autumn harvest?"

As soon as the words fell, the blue-robed and long-bearded man turned into a sharp shadow, and the silver light in his hand trembled like a white rainbow, and he went straight to the door of the Leng Clan's mansion master.

The two people watching the play under the banyan tree stared at the confrontation on the field.

Bai Yun was shocked to see it, the blue-robed man's blow was so fast that it was difficult to catch up with the naked eye, if the reaction was a little slower by half a beat, Leng Qinghan's head was afraid that it would be blown up on the spot, but Dou Changan was leisurely and leisurely, watching the increasingly fierce battle situation with interest.

Nangong Langyue's demeanor was super easy, and he didn't dare to come out when he saw that the children of the Leng clan were angry, and he didn't know who shouted to the lord of the mansion to be careful, so he came back to his senses.

The glamorous maid in a brocade dress frowned, and when she saw the battle situation, she fell to Nangong Langyue, for fear that her master would not be able to catch this menacing surprise attack, and she couldn't help but take a step forward in worry.

Leng Qinghan kept his eyes open, and let Nangong Langyue attack him, until the sharp blade was close to the front door, and the foot that stepped out suddenly bent, and his body leaned to the side to avoid its edge.

Nangong Langyue showed a hideous smile, as if everything was under his control, and his wrist sank between the lightning and flint, changing his sword momentum from stabbing to splitting.

The white blade slashed diagonally towards Leng Qinghan's face door, and Leng Qinghan was still calm.

Seeing that the sword blade was about to slash at the front door, Bai Yun and all the Leng clan disciples all broke out a lot of cold sweat for Leng Qinghan.

At the same time, Leng Qinghan's left hand, which had been groaning for a long time, finally came out of his sleeve, pushed through the clouds and mist to see the blue sky, and a cyan long sword broke out of the cocoon.

Nangong Langyue's eyebrows shrank slightly, and her body suddenly pressed down in a vain attempt to kill with one blow.

Leng Qinghan didn't have any fear, and the cyan long sword was like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, flying up and down in his hand, opening the blade that slashed straight at the door.

The children of the Leng clan were amazed, and the eyebrows of the maid in gorgeous clothes were slightly stretched.

Under the big banyan tree, which is as wide as a giant umbrella with a tiled roof, Dou Chang'an's eyes shine, and he said in surprise: "What a trick for the spirit snake to spit out the letter, wonderful." ”

Then the middle-aged man who was watching from the wall snorted again, and said angrily: "This Leng Qinghan actually dares to fool me, saying that he only touched the fur of the swordsmanship in his left hand. ”