The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 225 The Young Master of the Longevity Gate

Ulsan.

God knife door.

On the competition stage.

Xiao Jun and Nangong Wushuang stood facing each other, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience, but the two stood motionless on the stage, and neither of them had any intention of making a move.

Nangong Wushuang looked at Xiao Jun with worry in her eyes. She was waiting for Xiao Jun's reply, but it seemed that Xiao Jun had no intention of leaving.

After a long time, Xiao Jun shook his head slightly at Nangong Wushuang, without saying a word.

"You do not trust me?!"

Nangong Wushuang shook his lips, stared at Xiao Jun and asked, a look of disappointment flashed across his face.

"I believe, so I can't."

Xiao Jun shook his head and said.

He knew that Nangong Wushuang was from the Changshengmen, and believed that there might be someone from the Changshengmen hidden nearby, but he couldn't leave. If he left, the people from the Changshengmen would definitely kill Nangong Wushuang.

It's not that he has deep feelings for Nangong Wushuang, it's just that he doesn't want to owe others, especially those in the Longevity Gate.

There shouldn't be such a relationship between them.Although he no longer has the heart to kill Nangong Wushuang, but he never reached the point of shaking hands and making peace, and even let her die for him.

"why?!"

Nangong Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking.

"You have delayed for too long, don't say so much, before no one doubts you, let's do it!"

Xiao Jun stared at Nangong Wushuang, and said calmly, not intending to explain anymore.

Some things, the more you explain, the less clear you are.

At this time, Nangong Wushuang also noticed that all the people in the arena and Zhuge Jin on the other side of the competition stage were all looking at him, gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, he raised his sword and rushed towards Xiao Jun again. After starting this game, it should have a beginning and an end.

I saw Nangong Wushuang's long sword heading straight for Xiao Jun's chest, very fast!

Xiao Jun frowned, quietly watching Nangong Wushuang charge forward by himself, and then backed away quickly!
But he seemed to have forgotten that behind him was Zhuge Jin who was still standing on the competition stage even though he was seriously injured!

At the moment when Xiao Jun retreated rapidly, Zhuge Jin, who was supporting her body with a golden knife, suddenly showed a cruel sneer on her face!

Immediately afterwards, the golden knife was suddenly handed over to the left hand, and it stabbed directly at Xiao Jun's back!
Xiao Jun didn't see it, but Nangong Wushuang in front of him did.

Nangong Wushuang, who was rushing forward, suddenly opened his eyes wide, wanting to remind him, but it was too late, Xiao Jun's speed was too fast, and he seemed to have retreated in front of Zhuge Jin!

The crowd watching under the stage couldn't help but exclaimed!
"Holy Lord, be careful!"

"Xu Zhu!"

Bao, Feng and Master Xuanji from Shaolin Temple shouted loudly at the same time, wanting to remind Xiao Jun who was retreating rapidly.

And Wang Yuyan, who was standing in the crowd of the beggar gang, had already widened her eyes in horror and her face was pale!
But at the moment when everyone thought that Xiao Jun would definitely die, Xiao Jun suddenly turned sideways like lightning, and at the same time swung out a palm, hitting Zhuge Jin's chest directly!

At the same time, Nangong Wushuang had also rushed forward, before he and she could draw back their swords to dodge, Xiao Jun had already turned around on the spot, and then swung his palm again!
Two muffled groans came from the competition stage in an instant, and Zhuge Jin and Nangong Wushuang both flew out and fell under the competition stage.

"Sect Master!"

"Miss!"

This time, it was the turn of the Shendao Sect and the Furong Sword Sect to exclaim, and then they saw both groups rushing out of the crowd and rushing to Zhuge Jin and Nangong Wushuang.

Zhuge Jin's face was already ashen, and he fell to the ground motionless, and the golden knife had already been thrown away, and his life and death were unknown.

Supported by his subordinates, Nangong Wushuang struggled to stand up from the ground, looked at Xiao Jun who was standing on the edge of the competition stage with a cold face, and couldn't believe what happened just now.

She didn't expect Xiao Jun to hit her, and it was such a heavy hand, and she was still risking her life on the stage to remind him that she cared so much about his life and death.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Wushuang didn't know whether it was because of Xiao Jun's slap just now, or because he was out of breath, and suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

Xiao Jun stood on the stage, looking coldly at the people from Furong Sword Sect and Shendao Sect, with no expression on his face.

The blood knife had returned to the scabbard hidden under the placket at some point, but the bloodthirsty murderous intent still lingered in the air and never dissipated for a long time.

"From today onwards, the Furong Sword Sect and the Divine Sword Gatekeeper, like the Longevity Gate and the Blood Race, have become the biggest enemies of the Tianmen Gate. There is no possibility of resolving it. Only you will die!"

"And you, if any sect dares to join forces with them, I will step into your mountain gate and kill you until you regret being my enemy!"

Xiao Jun glanced over everyone's face, his voice was cold.

Except for Nangong Wushuang and Shendaomen, all the other martial artists present lowered their heads, not daring to look into Xiao Jun's eyes.

"What a big breath!"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the sky, and then two figures were seen slowly coming from the air, and landed steadily on the competition platform.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of people dressed in black and carrying long swords suddenly poured into the mountain gate of Shendaomen, and surrounded the three floors and the three floors outside the only passage down the mountain.

Xiao Jun frowned, and slowly turned around to look at the familiar figure. From the moment the voice just appeared, he knew who was coming.

On the competition stage, a young man in purple stood looking at Xiao Jun with a slight smile, and a middle-aged man in black with a long sword on his back stood quietly behind the young man in purple.

It was none other than the young man claiming to be Xu Tian who was in the Blind Mountain and caused Xiao Jun to almost fall into the Undead Stream and be smashed to pieces.

And the invisible black swordsman.

"It's you!?"

Xiao Jun squinted his eyes, staring at Xu Tian who was standing opposite, his voice was cold, recalling what happened in Blind Mountain last time.

"See Young Master!"

At this moment, all the disciples of the Shendao Sect and the disciples of the Furong Sword Sect suddenly knelt down respectfully on the ground, and said respectfully to Xu Tian.

Hearing the word 'young master', Xiao Jun couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Little Lord?Young Master of the Longevity Gate?

"You are the Young Master of the Longevity Gate?!"

Xiao Jun stared at Xu Tian and asked in surprise.

"What? Is it surprising?"

Xu Tian looked at Xiao Jun, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked lightly.

Xiao Jun frowned, clenched his fists, and the blood in his body boiled instantly.He guessed that Xu Tian's identity was not simple, but he didn't expect that it was so difficult that he would be the young master of the Longevity Gate.

The other martial arts practitioners present seemed to have come to their senses at this time, and they couldn't help but exclaimed again.Now they finally believed Xiao Jun's words, the Divine Sword Sect was indeed the lackey of the Longevity Sect.

(End of this chapter)