Wang Xuening glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, wiped away the tears on her face, and held the long sword tightly in her hand, she kept comforting herself, such Dongfang Zhuo is the man she admires, what can she do if she is scolded twice!

Wang Xuening raised her eyebrows and said defiantly: "Your Shura clan is not very good, just breaking through the periphery of Kunlun Mountain, you are in a hurry to let me go over to look for dragons?"

The man snorted coldly and said, "The radical method is useless to me, you are a woman, don't think that you can despise Kunlun Mountain if you have a dragon's eye, you have never been to Kunlun Mountain, and you don't know the horror there." ”

Wang Xuening sneered and said, "When I accompanied him on my travels, I looked at Kunlun Mountain from afar, what is there to be afraid of?"

The man glared angrily and said, "Do you know how many masters our Shura clan has lost in order to attack the outskirts of Kunlun Mountain?

Wang Xuening was stunned, Kunlun Mountain is so dangerous?

The man urged: "Hurry up, what are you rubbing!"

The woman turned her head, looked back at the southeast, and said with a smile: "Fool, I won't wait for you......"

......

"Young master, why are you so stupid!"

"Oh, I'll come, the young master is really stupid. ”

"Young master, take a look, are you doing better than you? Oh, young master, what are you doing with a broom!"

"It hurts! Someone! The unscrupulous young master has abused the scholar!"

The only relic of bamboo,It should be the cyan sword box that he regards as a treasure,Listen to bamboo,His father is a swordsman,Hunted down by the enemy,After he died, only left bamboo with a sword box containing his father's sword,Usually this sword box,Even Dongfang Zhuo wants to see the bamboo is a look of crying,Now there is no one to cry about。

Dongfang Zhuo put the Xuanyuan sword on the sword box, he carried the sword box on his back, and brought dozens of people from the Xuanyan Ice Palace and hundreds of disciples of the Dongfang family, and participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Shura clan.

The Qingzhou monk had a letter to inform the people of the world that the Qingzhou prophet had predicted that the Shura clan would look for the true dragon on the periphery of Kunlun Mountain, and at that time, the melee of the various clans would be advanced by decades, and the victory rate of the Shura clan would also be greatly improved.

It's not the first time that the older generation of Dongfang family disciples have participated in this kind of encirclement and suppression, they are all familiar with swords and dry food and water, they are all a little worried about Dongfang Zhuo's physical condition, but before they arrived in Kunlun Mountain, Dongfang Young Master was forced to return because of physical reasons, they have no leader, how is this good?

Dongfang Zhuo naturally thought of this, and asked Xuanweizi of Xuanyan Ice Palace if he could go together, Xuanweizi nodded and said: "The Shura clan is our common enemy, Xuanyan Ice Palace should bear the brunt of it, Dongfang Young Master's illness is not worried, my Xuanyan Ice Palace will protect you with secret techniques, and when I return to the Ice Palace, I have a ninety percent chance of curing the young master's illness." ”

There are thousands of monks in the Honghuang Continent, and the imperial sword flew to the periphery of Kunlun Mountain.

Three days later

Wang Xuening carefully looked at the bronze mirror, gently wiped the medicine on the bruises on her face, and she pointed out a thunder cave to the group of Shura, which contained the chaotic heavenly thunder that only Kunlun had.

The corners of Wang Xuening's mouth raised slightly, it seems that she is not at a loss?

She looked at the southeast with one hand on her cheek, "Kunlun is so cold......

In a trance, she seemed to see the monks coming from all directions of Kunlun, and in the blink of an eye, the monks disappeared again, Wang Xuening smiled self-deprecatingly, stood up and picked up the long sword, and wanted to cry again.

Behind her, frozen for thousands of miles, a man carrying a cyan sword box, holding a three-foot long sword slowly walked inside, behind him, there were hundreds of Dongfang disciples with long swords out of the sheath, all in white robes, looking at it, it seemed to be integrated with the heavy snow here.

The person who came was the Zhongzhou Dongfang family monks led by Dongfang Zhuo, who attacked from due north, and other monks attacked from several other directions.

Dongfang Zhuo roared, "Dongfang Family!"

The disciples behind him responded, "Fight to the death!"

These are the old monks who have experienced the battle of the gods, and with a roar, the world trembles.

This naturally alarmed the Shura of the Blade Department, and they all fought with long blades, dressed in black robes, and they looked extremely dazzling as soon as they entered the battle group.

The Shura clan all wore black robes, and in order to distinguish between friend and foe, all the monks who fought against them also wore white robes that they had not seen for a long time.

Dongfang Zhuo took the lead in entering the battle group, the Xuanyuan sword in his hand turned into a death scythe that could take people's lives at any time, every sword swing had a Shura's roar, his eyes were cold, and he saw a Shura with a strong cultivation rushing towards him, the first sword move was used in the snow, Shura was cut down on the spot, and his face was still in disbelief and shock.

Each of the disciples of the Dongfang family is not a fuel-efficient lamp, they each have their own aura attributes, and the five elements are matched, releasing a powerful hybrid skill, which is not so much a battlefield as a one-sided crushing.

Wang Xuening looked at the blood-stained white clothes standing in the center of the battlefield, covered her mouth with her hands, and cried.

Dongfang Zhuo didn't look at it, or didn't know that Wang Xuening was here, he just glanced at the battlefield, then returned to his usual expression, and asked, "How many casualties?"

An older disciple grinned and said, "It's all right!"

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and said, "Okay, good job, after I go back, I will open some martial arts classics to my disciples." ”

The disciple smiled even more happily and said, "I thank the young master for them!"

Dongfang Zhuo waved his hand and asked, "How is the battle situation in the other places?"

The disciple couldn't hide the pride on his face, and said with his eyebrows fluttering: "We are the first to end the battle, the Wang family is also fast, the Hong family and the Shura of the Blade Department are evenly matched, and it is estimated that it will drag on for a while." ”

Dongfang Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "You go and catch the dragon seeker first, hand him over to the judge, and I will go to support the Hong family." ”

When Wang Xuening heard it, she was like five thunderbolts, and she didn't want to run away, and she was satisfied if she could look at him again.

Dongfang Zhuo rushed to the southwest battlefield that the Hong family dealt with, and the ice and snow field covered the battlefield, and the three strikes and five divisions were eliminated by the dying and struggling Shura.

In the evening, Dongfang Zhuo looked at the snow-capped mountains inside Kunlun Mountain, there was once a person who said to him, there is nothing here, if he is still here, Young Master Dongfang will definitely refute it.

A woman appeared behind him, and Ye Su said softly, "The jury is waiting for you." ”

Dongfang Zhuo smiled, waved his hand at the Kunlun Snow Mountain in the distance, then turned around and said, "Let's go." ”

When the night fell, there were several high-level Shura of the Sharp Blade Department kneeling on the periphery of Kunlun Mountain, and dozens of monks stuck their sword tips on the ground, their hands folded on the hilt of the sword, looking ahead, not squinting.

With the entry of the last Dongfang Zhuo, the trial team also began.

Wang Xuening's expression was calm, looking at Dongfang Zhuo, who was drowsy in the audience, she couldn't help but smile and said, "I swear with my life, I have never found a true dragon for the Shura clan, but I have helped them find a lot of thunder caves. ”

There was a Shura who was heartbroken, and said with an evil smile: "Why not? Isn't the real dragon thirty miles northwest that you helped us find?"

Wang Xue Ning was stunned for a moment, and said self-deprecatingly: "You Shura clan are really ruthless in order to frame me, do you know that I am the daughter of the head of the Wang family, do you think they will believe what you say?"

Hearing this, Dongfang Zhuo was a little sober, saw Wang Xuening standing on it, and muttered, "The words seem to be ruthless......

The head of the Wang family was furious and said: "You unforgivable Shura, you even framed my daughter, Dongfang Xiaoyou, I implore Dongfang monks to kill them!"

Dongfang Zhuo had already become their backbone in the faint sense, he waved his hand and said, "Bring one or two Kanyu Warlocks to see if there are any real dragons there, and then decide what to do with Wang Xuening afterwards." ”

The head of the Wang family was stunned for a moment and said, "In case that Shura deliberately said that the true dragon they had looked for came to trap my daughter, wouldn't my daughter be unjustly killed!"

Dongfang Zhuo nodded and said, "It makes sense, then let's cut them all!"

The head of the Wang family twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "Dongfang Xiaoyou...... High!"

Dongfang Zhuo smiled and said, "Let a few members of the jury say a few words." ”

The jury is a temporary patchwork of several people, namely the Dongfang family, the Nangong family, the Nalan family, the Huangfu family and the Wang family, Nangong Nalan and Dongfang are both Dongfang Zhuo's relatives and friends, how could the head of the Wang family pit his daughter, there is only one Huangfu family left who has said nothing and is useless, and can only be embarrassed to say that he has no opinion, when the jury is like this, this is really the first time.

Unexpectedly, the Shura laughed, his eyes were extremely vicious, and said: "I have quietly released a distress signal, and the other warriors of my Shura clan will soon rush to Kunlun and wipe out all of you people, you human race call this encirclement and suppression......, right?"

Dongfang Zhuo slashed the Shura tribesman with a sword, and said in a cold voice: "Long-winded, if you come, you will come, what can you do? My human race is one of the races with the longest history in the Flood Desolation Continent, and will you be afraid of a latecomer?"

All the monks showed fanatical expressions in their eyes, just waiting for Dongfang Zhuo's order to fight with the group of Shura clans who didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Dongfang Zhuo looked at the skyline in the distance, there was a group of powerful races, holding a long blade and walking in, Young Master Dongfang took out his long sword, pointed the sword forward, and said in a deep voice: "Terran monk, kill with me!"

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Plot introduction:

The peerless soldier king Wei Xiaoyao was unfortunately killed by a mysterious person in a mission, and his soul traveled to the body of a scrap second young man, a scrap copper sheet, a page of broken books, is the wheel of life turning, or is it unintentionally involved?

Let's see how he reverses the heavens and punishes the gods......

Let's see how he dominates the eternal......