Meng Yanshuang's eyes instantly turned cold, and he snorted: "The demon path thief is uneasy and kind, and deliberately provokes, I'll take a look, who can stop the person I want to take away?"

As he spoke, Meng Yanshuang let go of Nan Ming's sword blade, and the Frost and Snow Sword appeared in his hand, making a gesture to meet the enemy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What a big breath, it's really a frog at the bottom of the well, extremely arrogant. Don't think that a little skill will empty your eyes, today I will show you the world. ”

During the conversation, the two of them had already arrived, and one of them stretched out a hand and grabbed Meng Yanshuang from the air.

Meng Yanshuang only felt that the air flow around him was tight, and he was surprised to find that he seemed to be imprisoned by something and couldn't move.

At the same time, an invisible traction force was added, and Meng Yanshuang unexpectedly followed the movements of the two people, and his body involuntarily went in the direction where the two of them were.

"What is this?" Meng Yanshuang's face became extremely serious, he frantically mobilized the sea of qi, the moment the sword yuan was released, Meng Yanshuang finally broke free from the restraints and his body regained his mobility, but before Meng Yanshuang could breathe a sigh of relief, his face changed suddenly.

I saw that although Meng Yanshuang resumed his actions, his body was still heading towards the two major masters of the Purgatory Blood Sect, as if his space had been forcibly moved.

After a short period of confusion, seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the two, Meng Yanshuang gritted his teeth, clenched the frost and snow sword, and stabbed at the two of them.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, Meng Yanshuang's body suddenly stopped, and the Frost and Snow Sword was only half a minute away from the old man in it, but in this half a minute, the Frost and Snow Sword couldn't advance for half a point, it seemed that a transparent wall stopped it, and at the tip of the sword, the frost of Senbai was gradually spreading.

The crane-haired old man glanced at the frost in front of him, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, as if he was a little surprised.

"You..."

Meng Yanshuang suddenly put away his sword, he looked at the two people who were close at hand, and he didn't know what he thought, his expression changed again and again, and finally he smiled: "Heh! You are hiding so deeply, no wonder, no wonder your demon gate has survived for nearly a thousand years without extinction, so it is, so it is..."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and said coldly: "Boy, since you have found out, just be arrested, we are only responsible for protecting Miss, as for your life, we are not interested, we will take you back to the headquarters of the Demon Gate of the Beiluo Ice Field, whether you live or die, it is all up to the Lord." ”

"The 100,000 mountains in the south of Xinjiang are just your outposts. ”

Hearing the words Beiluo Ice Field, Meng Yanshuang's expression moved slightly, and then his gaze dimmed with a "Zheng" sound, the frost and snow sword returned to the sheath, and his hands naturally hung down.

Ling Yun, who was still watching the play, was completely shocked, he didn't understand how Meng Yanshuang, who was still in the limelight and unstoppable like a god of war, actually gave up resistance at this moment.

"Those who know the times are handsome, so it saves us a lot of hands. The middle-aged man nodded, and as he spoke, he stretched out ten fingers, wanting to point at Meng Yanshuang's eyebrows.

And at this moment, a light suddenly flashed in Meng Yanshuang's eyes, and he shouted angrily: "As a sword man, how can you sit still and wait for death, and seek satisfaction with grievances? Even if you are broken to pieces, I want you to understand what is the dignity of a sword man!"

As he spoke, Meng Yanshuang's body suddenly disappeared, and the middle-aged man's movements suddenly froze, and at this moment, Meng Yanshuang suddenly appeared above the middle-aged man's head, and the frost snow sword was raised high and slashed down.

The middle-aged man sensed it the moment Meng Yanshuang appeared, he raised his head, and said unhurriedly: "Hey, you can actually use the clouds to scare the Hongxing?"

"Boom!"

The long sword fell, frost and snow flew, white mist rose, ice scattered, and Ling Yun's vision was suddenly obscured, and he couldn't see what was going on inside.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement from inside until the white mist cleared.... Meng Yanshuang, who was still looking curiously, suddenly shrank her pupils, and her body froze.

Blood was dripping down Meng Yanshuang's fingertips, and looking up, a beautiful aqua blue crystal sword was inserted into Meng Yanshuang's chest, and at the same time, a hand grabbed his neck, Meng Yanshuang's head leaned back weakly, unable to see his expression, and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Ahem!"

With a light cough and blood foam, Meng Yanshuang's body twitched, and it seemed that he was not dead.

"Why are you doing this, maybe the Lord loves you and will keep you alive, why are you looking for death?"

The middle-aged man tilted his head, his right hand was raised high, pinching Meng Yanshuang's neck, and his tone was still calm.

"Lian.... Hell Blood Sect, everyone in the world has been deceived by you... You two are just the masters of the Eight Gates, actually.... Unexpectedly broke away from Xuanhuang and stepped into.... Ahem..."

Before Meng Yanshuang finished speaking, he coughed violently, but the meaning of his words was obvious enough, this old man and middle-aged man who didn't seem to have any domineering momentum turned out to be the legendary Saint Venerable of the Heaven and Earth Realm.

As Meng Yanshuang said, the Purgatory Blood Sect deceived everyone, and I'm afraid that even the other four of the five sects of their Demon Sect didn't understand the true power of the Purgatory Blood Sect.

One Lord, Two Kings, Four Fierce, Eight Gates, and Thirteen Orders, the old man and the middle-aged man are already at least the masters of the Eight Sects, and they know the whole leopard at a glance, and the true power of the Purgatory Blood Sect is unimaginable.

"Today, if you fall into my hands, there is no possibility of even superbirth, so why not tell you. The middle-aged man grabbed Meng Yanshuang's neck and pulled him down, he was close to Meng Yanshuang's ear, and said slowly: "Actually, there is only one real demon sect, the Wuji Sect, the Corpse Chasing Sect, the Ghost Control Sect, and the Soul Cultivation Sect are just a disguise, at best, they are just a chess piece and a dog that we use to blind your sight." ”

The middle-aged man said very clearly, Meng Yanshuang listened, his eyes suddenly widened, he opened his mouth wide, and said with all his strength: "You... You're not human...."

"You know enough, so... See you soon!"

The middle-aged man smiled elegantly, his hand suddenly exerted force, and his entire arm turned black and purple, and the strong feeling of suffocation made Meng Yanshuang roll his eyes.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to break Meng Yanshuang's neck, he suddenly interrupted him with a clear shout.

"Wait a minute, please. "It was Xiaoxiao who was still losing her soul.

"Miss, what do you command?" the middle-aged man turned his head to cast an inquiring glance at Xiaoxiao.

"I..." Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed, she didn't look at the middle-aged man's eyes, she turned her head away, and said in a low voice: "It's too cheap to kill him now, it's better to take him back, I will slowly torture him to death to sacrifice my brother's spirit in the sky." ”

"The young lady listened to his nonsense and moved her heart of compassion. Obviously, the middle-aged man saw through Xiaoxiao's thoughts at a glance.

"Nope. Xiaoxiao hurriedly shook her head.

The middle-aged man smiled: "Miss, this is not good, I watched you grow up, you said that you are not lying, I know it clearly." (To be continued.) )