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It was an amazing shot, of course.

The dragon is encircling, and the wind and snow are with you.

The gun is as red as blood, and the man is like an arrow.

Even the many well-informed visitors present couldn't help but be secretly frightened. With such a shot, even if Mu Guiyun was in the spiritual realm, it was enough for many masters of the Heavenly Hearing Realm to avoid it.

But Bei Tongxuan's face remained unchanged.

As soon as he grasped the void, a snow-white long sword appeared in his hand.

Then his steps swayed, and his body became a little erratic.

It's a haunting step.

It is the unique body method of the Kui Wolf tribe who returned to the Great Wei in the Western Regions earlier. It is also recognized as one of the top body styles in the world. Although there were some differences between the Lingering Dust Step used by Beitong Xuan and the Kui Wolf Clan, some of the people present still recognized it at a glance.

Mu Guiyun only felt a flower in front of him, and Bei Tongxuan's figure began to become blurred. He remembered that at the Holy Emperor's Banquet, Bei Tongxuan had used this trick to avoid a shot that took his life.

His heart couldn't help sinking, but the gun was castrated, and he couldn't afford to do half more than he wanted.

So he screamed, and the gun in his hand stabbed without any retreat.

Boom exploded with a bang.

The stone slabs on the high platform suddenly turned into powder, and a wave of air mixed with the dust turned into these powder particles scattered in all directions.

Everyone on the field subconsciously retreated, but some servants who were weaker in cultivation were inevitably swept up by this wave of qi, and their bodies retreated several feet.

"Not good!" The moment the gun stopped, Mu Guiyun's face changed, and he knew that his gun was missing. Although he didn't quite understand how a Confucian student of Beitong Xuan avoided his shot in such a short period of time, it was obvious that he did it.

"Lotus blooms. A cold voice came from the dust that had not yet dispersed.

Then, a sword light as white as snow lit up, and it came from Mu Guiyun's left side, like a poisonous snake spitting letters, revealing a cold killing intent.

Mu Guiyun was shocked, he hurriedly put the gun across his chest and turned around. A lotus flower composed of sword shadows suddenly enlarged in his pupils.

The sword light came too suddenly, and the speed was too fast.

Mu Guiyun is almost unavoidable.

"I said you weren't my match. Beitong Xuanru's face slowly became clear behind the shadow of the lotus sword, and his voice was not sad or happy, but it seemed to carry some kind of regret.

Mu Guiyun gritted his teeth and forcibly used the spiritual power around his body, but the Beitong Xuan Killing Intent was as pervasive as a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the blow just now missed, Mu Guiyun's mind was turbulent, and if he didn't check it for a while, the meridians in his body were eroded by this cold killing intent, and it was difficult to use his spiritual power for a while.

And although the lotus flower had not yet arrived in front of him, the sword wind had already struck like a sharp blade, and several blood marks were scraped on his face.

"Guiyun!" A coquettish cry came, and Sima Changxue was about to rush in, but was stopped by the black-armored guard who came out of nowhere.

Just when everyone thought that the son of the captain would be defeated here, a voice suddenly came from outside the house.

"He's not your opponent, so add me!"

It was a slightly childish voice, but it seemed to be a little distorted because of the extreme anger, with a breathtaking sense of calmness.

Then a huge sword phantom slashed down from the dome, and the hall built by the Divine General's Mansion with precious building materials was like tofu under this phantom, and it was broken from the keel.

It was already broken tiles, and broken beams fell one after another.

In the exclamation of the guests, this almost luxurious hall collapsed.

The old man's half-squinted eyes on the high platform suddenly opened, a flash of essence flashed, and the spiritual power fluctuations like a sea suddenly swung away, and those things that fell, together with the main body of the hall that was cut in half, fled to both sides like an edict, until they flew to the open space on both sides, and then fell with a bang.

In just a few breaths, the god reduced the temple to two piles of wreckage and rubble.

And the guests who had just put on the lights and staggered glasses were suddenly exposed to the snowstorm at this moment.

More heart-rending screams also resounded in this snowy night.

But.

The sword shadow that was several feet big did not stop because of this.

He cut off like a tiger descending from a mountain, up to Beitongxuan's head. There is no hesitation, and there is no room for manoeuvre.

Bei Tongxuan's calm face finally changed.

He had to retract the sword blade that had reached Mu Guiyun's body, and as soon as his body moved, several flying swords flashed out of the void, roaring to meet the huge sword.

But these flying swords were only summoned by him in a hurry, and the power they carried was less than fifty percent of what they were in normal times.

Therefore, the sword blade and the sword light were staggered, and it only made the sword shadow pause for a few moments, and it was all cut down.

But for Beitongxuan, this is enough.

His footsteps swayed again, and his figure moved. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still avoided the sharp slash.

There was a loud bang in this snowy night.

The shadow of the knife finally fell to the ground.

A one-foot-deep ravine suddenly appeared, spreading from the feet of Bei Tongxuan to the direction outside the mansion gate.

Everyone subconsciously looked for this ravine.

I saw a figure, holding a snow-white long knife, standing there.

Because of the collapse of the main hall, everyone couldn't see the figure clearly in the darkness, but they felt that his eyes were shining with a terrifying light in this snowy night. It's like a wolf lurking in a dense forest, showing its white fangs to everyone.

"Is that you?" Bei Tongxuan's brows furrowed, and he asked as he looked at the somewhat thin figure in the night.

"It's me. The figure's voice was so clear, so clear that even the killing intent wrapped in his tone seemed so open.

"What are you doing here?" asked Bei Tongxuan again.

This time the figure didn't answer his question.

He just carried the knife and walked step by step.

His riding boots made a stabbing crunch as they stepped on the road that had just been filled with snow.

It should have been an extremely small voice, but for some reason, it was so clear and audible in everyone's ears.

At last he stood no more than two or three feet away from Beitongxuan, and took advantage of the light on the ground that had not yet been extinguished. Everyone finally saw the figure clearly.

It was a face that didn't grow yet.

Like many teenagers of this age, he still has a childishness that has not yet been shed.

But his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

He took something out of his bosom, and everyone saw it clearly, it was an old and yellowed book.

His knife was also raised by him at this time, and the blade reached the face door of Beitongxuan.

"I'm here to get justice. ”

He said.

The deep voice was so cold, colder than the blade in his hand, and colder than the wind and snow in the sky.