Chapter 68

Lan Lingyu was shocked when she saw Murong Xiu, and then she remembered the scene of almost losing her virginity to him that day. She was immediately embarrassed and angry and wanted to have an attack, but he came to help him. When she heard that he was a big Murong, she didn't know what to do.

Murong Xiu glanced at the people around him coldly, sneered a few times, and said: Ao Sihai, why don’t you come here quickly? With these shrimp soldiers and crab generals from the Dragon Palace, my subordinates of Murong are only dead. I came here specially today. You old guy can die in peace? Hehe, hehe!

When the disciples of the Dragon Palace heard that he was rude, they were all furious. But when they saw him repelling Ya Zi and the two princes Taotie, no one dared to take action rashly to touch Ao Sihai and said: It is the martial arts world rumor that Murong is a pair of extremely powerful devils today. Why didn’t the little Murong come with you? Murong Xiu sneered: It’s you, a confused little girl, come out!

Just as he said, a girl suddenly floated out of the maids of the Women's Village. She had a light body and a beautiful face. She fell beside Murong Xiu and said with a smile: Brother, you're late! This maid is a disguised person in the Little Murong School to deceive the enemy. Many of the three sects only said that she was an ordinary maid with limited martial arts skills. Most of her underestimation were killed by the Little Murong Sword. When she showed her identity, many people exclaimed, obviously they were all those who had been deceived before but had not died.

Lan Lingyu said tremblingly: Miss Murong, this... this... your brother? Little Murong said: It's Ah Lan Lingyu's body trembled slightly, held his halberd tightly, stared at Murong Xiu hard, but Murong Xiu smiled, looking as if nothing had happened.

Ao Sihai nodded, and a pair of eyes looked up and down at Xiao Murong, muttering to himself: Rare, rare, and said to Xiao Murong: Are you Xiao Murong? Yes, it's really beautiful. Come on, come on, when you come to my Dragon Palace, you will definitely not treat you badly, and you can also enjoy the joy of the world. While speaking, your face was full of lustful spirit.

Little Murong Yue raised his eyebrows and said: Big brother, what do you think? Murong Xiu sneered and said: This old man had one foot into the coffin, so let's do him a favor. Little Murong Yan smiled and said: Good Ah, the lotus step moved lightly, and sent everyone to the Dragon Palace.

Ao Sihai touched his beard again and said with a smile: Murong, the big and big one, is very cognitive.

Little Murong blinked and smiled: King Ao Long, do you know what I want to help you? Every word she said was delicate and pleasant. Ao Sihai was fascinated by hearing it and smiled: What is it?

Little Murong pursed his lips, his bright eyes instantly said softly: Help your other foot into the coffin Ah, and then he said in one sentence, two figures flashed like lightning, big and small Murong snatched a large number of Dragon Palace disciples in a flash, attacking Ao Sihai, very fast and fierce

Prince Qingxia shouted: Protect the leader! The disciples of the Dragon Palace immediately blocked Murong's way.

Prince Chiwen is dead, Pu Lao, Wu Bing, and the third prince Yazi was severely injured. Prince Yu Jian and Hua Xuan could not fight fiercely. The remaining eldest prince Qing Jie, the fifth prince Taotie, the sixth prince lay Xia, and the ninth prince Jiao Tie all flew forward to intercept Murong.

Murong Xiu laughed and shouted: Ao Sihai, if you don't do it yourself, these four little insects will be on the ground soon! The long swords together, and the Great Long Range Sword Technique uses the swastika sword. The sword light flashed across the four directions and turned around. Four screams rang out almost at the same time. The four disciples of the Dragon Palace were dismantled and died in a very miserable state.

As the head of the Nine Dragon Prince, Prince Qingxia saw that Murong Xiu's sword skills were amazingly fast and extremely ruthless. Although he was shocked, he could not escape in the battle. He shouted and hit the sky with his palm. Prince Taotie raised the iron cauldron, held the tripod, and smashed Murong Xiu with no brainstorm. It seemed clumsy, but it was a very fierce trick to lie on Prince Xia. Prince Jiaotu had weak skills, but the four dragon palace princes attacked together, the momentum was quite impressive.

Little Murong's short sword in his hand, his body was floating, his transformation was unsteady, his sword tip was scattered, and he sprinkled all over the sky at Prince Jiaotu. His posture was graceful and his prince was stunned, but he saw the light in front of him, and he was confused. He didn't know how to deal with it, so he hurriedly dodged

Murong Xiu shouted: Little sister, please solve it quickly, and you still want to kill that old man! Little Murong smiled and said, "I know!" The brother and sister stood side by side, with two swords long and short, and in the murderous aura, countless magical sword lights shuttled through the murderous aura. The two sword techniques complement each other, complement each other's flaws, and the attacks increased step by step. The sword path was faster and faster, and countless halos flew out. Wherever they swept, the disciples of the Dragon Palace would be in trouble.

Prince Taotie attacked with the intention of the iron tripod. Unexpectedly, as soon as he hit Murong Xiu's sword blade, the green breeze suddenly turned back, and slashed the wrist of Prince Taotie like lightning, Prince Taotie was shocked and shouted: Ah! In a hurry, he could only put the tripod and shrank his hand, but he had time to save one hand, but he had drawn a very deep wound and the iron tripod had already landed on the ground.

Murong, the big and big Murong, joined forces, and the sword technique was extremely powerful. The two of them seemed to have entered a state of no one. The two swords easily killed the disciples of the Dragon Palace one by one, and they were invincible. But after hearing the repeated screams, the sword was injured.

Prince Wu Jian saw that he was not good enough and was eager to rescue him. He immediately swung his move, trying to get out of Hua Xuan's fight, and responded to Hua Xuan, the fourth prince of the Dragon Palace, and did not allow him to return to the support, shouting: Don't think about leaving! The long whip suddenly drifted like flying catkins, frost and snow all over the sky, which is the most mysterious among the winds and huddles in all directions. The style of the wind is mysterious and ethereal, unpredictable. The long whip is like turning into a flying fairy cloud dress, blocking Prince Wu Jian's way lightly. The whip body is like smoke and fog, but it is not like the original form.

Prince Wuyan saw that the whip technique was powerful, so he had no choice but to try his best to dismantle it. He wanted to help and resist Murong, but he could not do it. Ao Sihai saw it, but he still had no movement.

Suddenly a cold wind floated toward him. Huang Zhonggui was extremely skilled and quickly came to Murong, and said coldly: Da Murong, you are here too. Murong Xiu saw that the person coming was Huang Zhonggui, and he whispered coldly and said: I came here specially. There were two major events. One of them was to kill you, the evil ghost, to take action!

Huang Zhonggui didn't sound, his arms were bent one after another, his fingers were put together, and his bones were slight sound, and his palms were faintly covered with frost, and the coldness forced everyone around him, but he heard him say in a deep voice: Prince Long Palace, let them go

Prince Qingyi and others could no longer support him. Seeing Huang Zhonggui taking action, everyone was overjoyed. They retreated and did not chase him. They looked crazy and stood up. They stood up with their swords and whispered: Little sister, are you ready?

Little Murong waved his short sword lightly and said: I don’t want to die, brother, do my best. Murong Xiu laughed, and with a flash of the sword blade, the buzzing sound shook, and shouted: Huang Zhonggui, take out his name and fight!

Huang Zhonggui's face suddenly darkened, and he exhaled air in his mouth. His body came like an arrow, which was incredibly fast. His palms were like wings spread. Two moves: Taiyin sword, splitting Murong from left to right, Xiao Ran's cold air was swept away a few feet in front of him. The Yin wind was great and Sheng, and Xiao Murong did not dare to take it forward. He floated up and gave in. Murong Xiu turned around and avoided him, and roared, and the cross sword drew Huang Zhonggui's sharp eyes. He took a step back. Two cold lights were almost inch in front of him, but failed to cut them.

Unexpectedly, Murong Xiu's sword was not over, followed by another cross sword. With a sneer, Huang Zhonggui retreated again, but his clothes brought out two extremely small cracks. Murong Xiu's cross swords came out, horizontally and vertically, vertically and horizontally, forming an extremely dense Huazi sword. The sound of sword wind breaking through the air was endless. Huang Zhonggui retreated one after another, and each sword flashed in front of him, and was slightly cut by the fierce wind. Under the extremely dangerous sword technique, he was not injured at all. As soon as the Huazi sword reached its end, the Taiyin sword suddenly slashed Murong Xiu's neck.

Murong Xiu's footwork slipped and strangely walked around inexplicably. At this moment, the little Murong was stabbing his sword out. The sword's tricks were all out. The sword's edge danced lightly, and the changes behind him were extremely strange. Huang Zhonggui flew with one palm, and the Taiyin sword broke the complex with simplicity. As the internal force reached, Xiao Murong was unable to approach. The offensive was greatly frustrated. Murong Xiu quickly used his internal skills and swung his sword. The Great Zongheng sword became more and more powerful. The power changed layer by layer. The word "mouth sword" and the word "mouth sword" were

Crystal Sword, Boom Sword, one move is fierce, Huang Zhonggui's eyes are not instant, he dismantled the two of them with empty hands, and the Taiyin swords with both hands are running like rings, without any flaws, the large and small circles are like ripples, and the internal force of the ice cold will come out, and the three people are hiddenly covered by misty mist. Xiao Murong's internal power is not as good as that, and he can't help but shivering, and he quickly destroys the internal energy to protect his body.

During the three fierce battles, Xiang Yang was struggling to break through the shackles of the quicksand hand. The Nine-Turn Xuan Gong had reached its peak, but Luo Tiansheng was still calm. Obviously, the power of the Thunder Palm was still being dissolved by it. The Stone Madam shouted: Young Master Xiang, be careful, the mountain road ahead is narrower! When Xiang Yang heard this, he was more careful and cautious. Suddenly, he realized something: How could Miss Shi's voice be separated from her? His mind turned sharply and immediately understood: Yes, although he had strong internal strength, he did not unleash all the power of my palm, so every few moves, he had to take one or two steps back to resolve the remaining power of the Thunder Palm. No wonder he went further and further

He realized this, and the way to break the enemy appeared in his mind. He slowly turned his body and gradually turned his back to the mountain wall to strike Luo Tiansheng unconsciously turned around. While using the quicksand hand to resolve the power of Xiang Yang's palm, he took another step back and retreated. He only had three or four feet away from the edge of the cliff. Luo Tiansheng noticed it and was shocked: No!

This boy wants to force me to fall off the cliff? But he realized it was too late. Xiang Yang occupied one side of the mountain wall. Luo Tiansheng had already turned his back to the deep valley. The situation was extremely dangerous.

Xiang Yang used internal strength to slap the thunder palm, and Luo Tiansheng was sweating down coldly. His moves were still the skill of the quicksand hand, but he could no longer take a step back. He could only bear the remaining power of the Thunder Palm with his own internal strength. Although he only had one or two percent of the strength, he was still very uncomfortable.

Xiang Yang was in power and refused to forgive him. The nine-ton Thunder Palm rushed out, one after another, Luo Tiansheng turned pale. Seeing that he could not hold on, a man suddenly shouted from afar: Xiang, don't act rashly, otherwise these two girls will be in danger!

Xiang Yang glanced at him, but saw more than a dozen Shentuo Gangs coming from afar. The two men each held a woman, and Ling Yunxia and Yang Xiaojuan, who should have been recuperating in the cellar, were shocked by Xiang Yang. Xiaoke thought to himself: How could the Shentuo Gang know the secret of the cellar? Or did Miss Ling and the others come out of the cellar and then be captured by these people?

Before I could think about it, the man started shouting again: If you want them to survive, stop!

At the moment of victory or defeat, this huge change occurred. Xiang Yang felt confused and he couldn't help but relax under his palm.

Luo Tiansheng saw the opportunity and shouted loudly, gathering all his strength. He suddenly came with his palms, facing Xiang Yang's palms, pushing Xiang Yang to the mountain wall in one go. With a bang, Xiang Yang's back had hit hard. Shanshi Luo Tiansheng widened his eyes, and the quicksand hand was the main guest. The internal strength was like wind and sand covering the sky, swallowing the thunder palm power, which was already a competition of internal strength, and he wanted to kill Xiang Yang in one go.

Xiang Yang lost his initiative, was suppressed and his breath was suffocated, his arms were unable to straighten, his internal strength was difficult to counterattack, his meridians were in chaos, and his five internal energy was burned. In a blink of an eye, Luo Tiansheng's palm power was about to be shaken back to his internal energy.

Luo Tiansheng realized that Xiang Yang's internal strength could not be counterattacked. He was overjoyed and was about to pluck his true strength to shake him to death. Suddenly, a shadow on his head covered, and a figure swooped down from the cliff above the peak, with a strange drop. The wind roared, and in a blink of an eye fell to Xiang Yang, pressing his palm heavily on Xiang Yang's shoulder.

Xiang Yang suddenly felt a huge force penetrated into his body from his shoulders, carrying a dive force, which was unusually great, but it was the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique's internal strength with him, and immediately became a powerful force that was endless. Without surprise, he shouted loudly. Kuilong's strength exploded like a collapse of the sky and cracked the earth. Luo Tiansheng's palm power was pushed back, his body was shaken four or five feet away, and he flew down the cliff like a kite. This time, Huang Zhonggui did not come to save the mountains and valleys, and a shrill cry came, gradually disappearing.

Xiang Yang tried his best, and his body felt exhausted for a moment. He sat down slowly. When he saw the man, he was a young man holding a girl with his left arm and pressing his right hand on his shoulder. Xiang Yang forced a smile and said in a low voice: Junior brother, it's just right!