At this moment, Jing Nanke's attack was already about to contact Yao Lao, and for Yao Lao at this time, he didn't have time to react at all. This is because Kinanke is simply too fast.

And this abrupt voice also made Dejing Nanke's body stunned for a moment, but he didn't let go of Yao Lao, he knew who the voice was, he knew this voice, this voice belonged to Ouyang Huangshi!

What Jing Nanke had to do at this time was to kill Yao Lao and make the Ouyang family lose a monk who had become a strong cultivator.

However, this qiē did not succeed, when the attack he sent out was about to contact Yao Lao, when the deep shouting had not completely dissipated, in front of Yao Lao, a white protective layer suddenly appeared.

The moment this protective layer appeared in front of Yao Lao, the attack sent out by Jing Nanke suddenly hit the protective circle, making a shocking explosion, and in that roaring sound, the two attacks and defenses turned into power turned into a ripple-like power shock wave, splashing out in all directions.

Kinam gritted his teeth and attacked again. He wanted to kill Yao Lao before the Ouyang Emperor's deity came.

This time, however, it failed again.

The moment he waved his palm, a long rainbow suddenly galloped in the sky, suddenly appearing in front of him, and before he could fully form a figure, a palm had already swung forward.

After this palm was waved, it immediately collided with Jing Nanke's palm, and the sound of explosion burst out, and the sound of boom echoed, Jing Nanke's body, after taking a few steps back, stopped steadily.

And the Ouyang Emperor who was transformed by Changhong spurted out a mouthful of blood, and when he staggered back, Ouyang Huangshi, who had recovered from the pain, caught it in mid-air.

Ouyang Huangshi's cultivation is also in the Wheel Realm, this point. Kinanke is well aware.

Two injured Wheel Realm monks and one Wheel Wheel Realm monk who was not injured plus two injured Void Period monks, such a battle, even Jing Nanke was not sure.

So, at this moment, he was not busy making a move, but in mid-air, he sneered, looked at Ouyang Huangshi, and said, "Ouyang Huangshi, you are really good, for a servant." He actually fought with me Jingnanke!"

Ouyang Huangshi took a deep breath and eased the pain coming from his body. Showing a sarcastic smile, Ouyang Huangshi at this time was no longer what it used to be, he had already understood that this battle could not be avoided after all, so when he looked at Jing Nanke at this moment, even if Jing Nanke's son Jing Nanzhu was cultivated by Master Wuque Sword without a trace, but Ouyang Huangshi's eyes did not show fear, but a touch of determination, and said in a deep voice: "Jing Nanke." As the leader of the entire Jingnan family, you actually played these little tricks to conflict with my Ouyang family, what is the difference between you and those despicable villains?"

"You ......" greeted the words of Ouyang Huangshi. Jing Nanke's expression became even more ugly, and at this moment he subconsciously used the corner of his eye to look at the people standing on the ground, and after a moment of silence. He said in a deep voice: "Emperor Ouyang, why wait and see, wait for me to tell my son Jing Nanzhu about this." Use the power of Wuque Zhuang, I will let your Ouyang family, from this feathered city, and even from this second day, no longer exist!"

When Kinnanke's words came to the end, he became more and more crazy.

Ouyang Huangshi looked very indifferent, and said: "My Ouyang family has already lost once, so I am not afraid of losing the second time, and I am waiting for you at any time!"

When Emperor Ouyang's words fell, Jing Nanke suddenly turned around and gave an order to the two Void Period Monks behind him, and the three of them turned into three long rainbows and disappeared into this void in front of everyone's eyes.

When Jing Nanke left, Ouyang Huangshi spurted out a mouthful of blood again, his face turned pale in an instant, and he was about to fall, he looked at the traces of Jing Nanke's departure, and after a moment of silence, there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes, and he said to Yao Lao: "It seems that Jing Nanke's blow before was to kill you! If you really use the power of Wuque Zhuang, our Ouyang family will really be in a catastrophe, and at this moment, in this Ouyang family, only you can fight with that Jing Nanke. Alas......"

Ouyang Huangshi sighed lightly, and his body fell from the sky. Yao Lao stayed in mid-air for a moment, and then fell from the sky again. In this blink of an eye, Yao Lao's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and he didn't know whether to tell Emperor Ouyang about the Wuque Zhuang Master's sword without a trace. After all, those words came from Ye Qiu's mouth, and he hadn't gotten the truth yet. If you tell Emperor Ouyang at this moment, it will inevitably seem a little abrupt. If it was really as Ye Qiu said, that Wuque Village's Master Sword Wuxian was a soul-sucking cultivator, then it was not just the Ouyang family that was in trouble, but the entire second day!

Three days passed quickly, and in these three days, Ouyang Huangshi had already begun to spread out and reserve the upcoming battle, he knew that this battle was inevitable, so in these days, he ordered countless people to quickly recall those Ouyang family monks who were wandering and wandering outside.

Of course, Jing Nanke is like this, it seems that he is ready, he may attack like the Ouyang family at any time, and when he is still waiting, what he is waiting for is an opportunity - that Wuque Zhuang's reply.

When the night of the fourth day came, when the darkness of the second day covered the whole land, on the way to Wuque Village, there were three Changhongs galloping rapidly, and these three Changhongs were transformed by the three servants of the Jingnan family.

Such a gallop, they have been going on for more than three days. These three monks were all monks of the Zixu Period, and at their speed, it would take several hours to reach Nawuque Village. If it is changed to a monk who has no realm, it will only take a moment's effort.

Until the early morning of the fifth day, this non-stop gallop day and night, let them see that not far ahead, there is a continuous mountain range, in this mountain range, their eyes are locked on the four peaks of the mountain, at this moment there is a white mist between the mountains, it is from the faint frost of this morning, but in the four towering peaks, but in this white mist, there is a trace of aura, these auras make people feel a sense of relaxation and joy.

If you observe carefully, it is not difficult to find that among these four peaks, under the white mist, there is a huge courtyard.

No Que Village!

In this courtyard, countless monks of Wuque Village have started their cultivation in the early morning when the aura is the most intense, some of them are on the mountain peak, proficient in swordsmanship, some monks are meditating cross-legged in mid-air, sensing the power of heaven and earth, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth in this void, of course, there are also some monks carrying burdens in the mountains, playing with mountains and rivers.

In this courtyard, in the largest ancient house, there was a faint green smoke slowly rising out at this time, but this was not something burning, but a kind of aura emitted from the cultivation of refining items, and this aura and the void quickly fused together, becoming a part of the rich aura in this heaven and earth.

In this ancient house, at this time, there is a person sitting in the gossip pattern, closing his eyes and resting his mind, sitting cross-legged. With both hands between his knees, a white robe with a faint aura of cultivation spreading, and his expression was very focused.

This person is the master of Wuque Village, and the sword is traceless!

The ancient house where Jian Wuxian was located still didn't seem to have changed, and on the wall behind him, there was still a pair of cursive characters hanging horizontally, although it could not be completely recognized, but looking at the style, it was vigorous and powerful.

The window was still closed, but it was strange, and when the light from the outside penetrated, it was a glimmer of gold. And in front of him, there was still a huge Ding Furnace, and next to the Ding Furnace, there was a suspended black bead.

At this time, this Ding Furnace was still suspended in mid-air, and there was a trace of green smoke seeping out of it, and some green smoke spread out through the cracks in the ancient house, and more of it was absorbed by the black beads next to this Ding Furnace, and finally in the rotation of the black beads, it turned into a trace of white mist, drifting towards the top of the sword's head, and finally poured into his body.

With the infusion of these mist, there was a trace of black marks on Jian Wuxi's face, which seemed to describe his face, making the facial features on his face change from time to time, and one human face after another appeared, but after a blink of an eye, it slowly disappeared.

And this one human face after another is completely different.

If people who don't understand see this behind the scenes, they will feel that Jian Wuxian knows the art of disguise, but if they know, they will know that what Jian Wuxian is doing at the moment is a way to absorb the breath of the soul, and this way is enough to make his soul more and more pure!

Perhaps only Sword Without a Trace and Ye Qiu knew why Sword Without a Trace made these moves. Of course, at this time, Yao Lao should also know.

After these breaths slowly soaked into his body, at a certain moment, the pinching technique formed by his hands turned into another pinching state without moving, and then behind him, a phantom that seemed to be condensed by the cultivation aura appeared, and this phantom did not appear instantly, but slowly condensed.

At this moment, Jian Wuxi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and in those open eyes, there was suddenly an extra essence of Tranquility, at this moment, when this essence seeped out, the pinching technique formed by his hands suddenly pointed at this desolate ding, and immediately within this desolate ding, there was a roar, and there were countless wailing sounds, which spread from inside.

And at this moment, outside the ancient house where the sword was without a trace, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The knock on the door made the sword's expression change dramatically, and a gloomy look suddenly appeared in his eyes. (To be continued......)