In the Dragon Palace, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Dao, the Feather Immortal Dao, the Moon Worship Gate, the Fang Immortal Dao, and the Hehuan Dao had already retreated.

Only Xuanxin Dao and some loose cultivators are still fighting, the treasures of the Dragon Palace have been taken away, and the strength of the water tribe in the Dongting Dragon Palace is too low, although it relies on the geographical advantage and numerical advantage, it can only protect itself, and it can't keep those treasures of the Dragon Palace.

Colorful coral, thousand-year-old pearls......

A treasure made the eyes of many monks red, these treasures that were extremely precious on land could be seen everywhere in the Dragon Palace.

Boom......

The two bodies exploded in mid-air, blood splattered everywhere, and Ning Wujian carried a spear and killed all the way from the Spirit Void Palace, leaving corpses all the way to the ground.

"Who are you, when did Xuanxin Dao provoke you?"

The disciples of Xuanxin Dao retreated, their eyes showed a look of panic, they didn't know Ning Wujian, these were just disciples of the outer sect, within the sect, only the elders and the apprentices in charge of the sect were inner disciples, and they could be cultivated, and there were many secrets that they couldn't touch at all.

"Don't recognize?"

Ning Wuqian smiled, his eyes were red, and there was a memory picture of Le Gucheng before his death remained in his mind.

In order to find himself, Xuan Xindao found Ningjia Village, more than 200 people of Ningjia Village, old and young, were killed by a person who did not stay, these people were the ones who did it, and their hands were covered with blood.

"Hear clearly, I'm Ning Wuji, did you kill the old village chief?"

Ning Wujian looked at the person who spoke, and in his memory, the old village chief was killed at the entrance of the village, and a flying sword nailed it to the willow tree at the entrance of the village.

"Ning Wuji?"

The faces of all the Xuanxin Dao Sect people changed, and the eyes of the disciple who spoke just now burst into light, "You are Ning Wuji, go up, give it to me, Senior Brother Le will come over soon!"

Hearing this, the people of the sect were in high spirits, brandished their weapons, and rushed up.

"Sword of Ice!"

The disciple who spoke had words in his mouth, and the strong vitality in front of him fluctuated, and a cold ice sword slowly emerged, and under the envoy of that disciple, he stabbed towards Ning Wujian.

"All damn it!"

Ning Wuqian was about to burst his chest with anger in his heart, but there was no unbearable anger in his heart, and a bright silver divine light rushed out of his body, like a raging flame, the murderous aura was pervasive, his eyes were cold, the spear slashed diagonally, and slashed violently, and a silver divine light, like a long knife that cut through the sky, swept through.

Puff puff......

Before the Xuanxin Dao disciples rushed in front of Ning Wujian, they had already been beheaded by the silver gods, and their edges were matchless, even if they used their body protection qi, they couldn't resist it.

Brush...... The long sword that Xuan Bing turned out was extremely cold, and under the envoy of that disciple, it stabbed straight at Ning Wuji's throat, Ning Wuji's left fist wrapped in silver light, and slammed on the sword of Xuan Bing.

"Poof......

The sword of Xuan Ice shattered, and the disciple spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were shocked, the monk envoy Dao Fa, if he wanted to endow the Dao Fa with spirituality, he had to sacrifice and refine it into the Yuan Shen in the Dao Fa, just like the sacrificial refining weapon, the Dao Fa was broken, and the Yuan Shen would also be damaged, and in just one moment, he was seriously injured.

These disciples of the Xuanxin Dao are the strongest in the middle stage of Qi refining, how can they be the enemies of Ning Wuqian after transformation?

The spear was swallowed, like the kiss of the god of death that harvested life, a shot was stabbed, and a monk must have been killed, just a moment, there were more than ten corpses on the ground, Ning Wujian dragged the spear and looked at the injured disciple of the original god.

"Don't come, don't come......"

The disciple kept backing away, his expression extremely shocked and embarrassed.

"You dare to kill my Xuanxin Dao disciple, you deserve to die!"

A deafening shout came from a distance, and then an old man in Dao clothes broke through the air, and two sharp palm winds tore through the water waves, condensing the cold qi, and the water waves condensed into two ice crystal big hands, slapping towards Ning Wuji.

"Elder, save my ......"

The disciple shouted in surprise and flew back.

Ning Wuji's eyes were indifferent, and the silver spear in his hand was thrown like a javelin.

"Poof......

The pain in his chest was like a tear, the disciple looked down, a silver spear pierced his heart, the barrel of the gun shook, and he spit out two mouthfuls of blood, the disciple looked at the flying elder, his lips moved, and he fell straight down.

"Demonic Outer Dao, damn it!"

Seeing his own disciple die in front of him, the old man in the clothes flashed with resentment in his eyes.

The two fists shattered the palm of the ice crystal, Ning Wujian looked at the old man, and his tone was cold, "You killed the teacher!

"Hahaha, that's right, I killed that scholar, I crushed his whole body bones, forced him to tell his whereabouts, shattered his heart, and stepped on his head, little beast, you shouldn't have been born back then, go die!"

opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword, which instantly turned into a ten-meter giant sword, and slashed towards Ning Wujian, the sword qi was surging, the white light was magnificent, and the water waves were separated, and it was incomparable.

Ning Wujian did not retreat but advanced, his palms wrapped in brilliant silver light, flying in the air, towards the giant sword.

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Ning Wujian was about to catch his flying sword with his palm, the elder's eyes were cold, and the speed of the flying sword increased in vain, like a ray of light.

Dangdang......

The silver palm slapped on the flying sword, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, the silver glow was shining, blocking the falling flying sword, Ning Wuji's eyes were cold, his long hair was flying, he roared angrily, holding the giant sword, and with a fierce force, the flying sword flew out upside down.

"What a terrible body, even your father didn't have such a terrible body as you back then!"

With resentful eyes in his eyes, the old Taoist snorted coldly, and the flying sword that flew out of the sky fell into his hand, changing into the size of an ordinary long sword, and the white light was shining, "What if the body is strong, you have to die today!"

Ning Wuqian didn't speak, he stepped forward directly, the unscrupulous killing machine surged, pressing towards the old Taoist, his body bloomed with silver divine radiance, wearing silver armor, really like a vengeful god bathed in flames, and his power was unparalleled.

The old Taoist priest was strong, the white sword slashed horizontally, and the brilliant white mangs swept over, and the sword qi was sharp, cutting through everything, even the hard walls of the Dragon Palace were not split.

It is also the early realm of the god transformation, the old Taoist priest is much stronger than Le Gucheng, and he has already broken into the realm of the god for many years, and has been immersed in the way of the sword for hundreds of years.

Ning Wuji's figure conjured up phantoms, and quickly approached the old Taoist, avoiding the sword.

Bang......

The sword slashed on a rockery, the rocks were shattered, the rocks were flying, the old Taoist squinted, and Ning Wuji's figure surrounded him, he knew that these phantoms were real, and they were phantoms that appeared to a certain extent at a high speed.

The wolf demon cultivator has always been known for his speed and flexibility, and the old Taoist priest has also fought with the wolf demon, and he knows very well the terrifying speed of the wolf demon.

Suddenly, a smile rose at the corner of the old Taoist's mouth, and the next moment, the long sword slashed out obliquely, and the sword light was cold, instantly destroying seven or eight phantoms.

"Bad ......"

Seeing that he was not hit, the old Taoist priest was shocked, a dangerous aura came from behind him, and without looking back, it was a sword, and another phantom was shattered, and it was split again!

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