The beginning of Tianlong is second to Murong Fu

Chapter 243

Outside Lingxi Town.

In front of Guanyin Temple.

The black-robed old man looked at Zhuge Jin, who was lying at his feet, and his face was pale, as if he had seen his own end.

"Breach of faith! In vain I was blinded and blindfolded, and actually believed the words of your blood clan! You don't want to leave alive!"

After Zhuge Jin finished speaking, she turned over desperately, exhausted her last bit of strength, swung out her left palm, and hit the black-robed old man's knee with one palm!

Immediately afterwards, the old man in black robe staggered, his entire right leg became deformed, and he could almost hear the miserable sound of leg bones breaking. Linlin raised her long sword with a painful face, but But he found that Zhuge Jin was already lying motionless on the ground.

Zhuge Jin died.

The black-robed old man put down the sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and stared at Zhuge Jin fiercely, with a trace of resentment on his face, he never thought that Zhuge Jin would inflict a heavy blow on himself before dying.

Following Zhuge Jin's death, the disciples of the Shendao Sect were in a mess all of a sudden, not knowing whether to advance or retreat, and vacillating.

Just at this moment, eleven red-armored knights rushed out again, directly into the crowd, and the people who strangled the people from the Shendaomen turned their backs, screaming everywhere.

On the other side, Nangong Wushuang and his four subordinates also stopped the blood clan's relatively few killers and fought together.

Originally, with the skill of the blood clan, relying on Nangong Wushuang was unable to defeat, but now the situation is already obvious, today's interception is doomed to fail, everyone seems to have understood in their hearts, so the killer of the blood clan is no longer what it used to be Unstoppable, he had no intention of fighting, but people kept falling under Nangong Wushuang's sword.

Then with the addition of the Tianxing Guards, they were defeated once and then declined again, and they had no power to fight back at all.

"I said, when we meet again, I will not give you another chance to escape from me, but I can also give you two choices, either commit suicide or die under my blood knife!"

Xiao Jun looked at the old man in black robe and said coldly, expressionless.

The old man in black robe watched the people from the Shendao Sect and his subordinates continue to fall into the pool of blood, all thoughts were lost for a while, and he shook his head and smiled wryly.

But it is obviously impossible for him to commit suicide, because that is the shame of every martial arts practitioner.

"I admit that your strength really surprises me time and time again, but if you think that you can let me die without a fight, then you are too underestimating my bloodline! Even if I die by your knife today , don’t get complacent too early, the blood race you see is just the tip of the iceberg, sooner or later you will die at the hands of my blood race!"

The black-robed old man said coldly, holding the long sword tightly, looking at Xiao Jun viciously, then suddenly mobilized, and rushed towards Xiao Jun quickly, just like Zhuge Jin, he used the move of killing each other.

When a person knows that he is going to die, he always seems to want to drag some supporters to accompany him on the road to Huangquan.

Unfortunately, they got the wrong guy.

At the moment when the long sword of the old man in black robe was about to stab Xiao Jun, suddenly a red light flashed again!A dragon chant shook the sky!
Immediately afterwards, the old man in black robe stopped suddenly and froze on the spot. The long sword was broken into two sections. As the blade fell to the ground, the head of the old man in black robe also slipped down.

A headless corpse stood on the spot, motionless, and after a pause, it fell straight backwards and fell to the ground.

The black-robed old man was also dead, and he had no power to fight back, because when he used the move of killing each other, he already believed in his heart that he would die, but the result was more thorough.

At this time, Xiao Jun had already put away his knife, and stood there quietly, cold and frightening, with a strong killing intent still shrouded in his surroundings, as if his intent was still unfinished.

As Zhuge Jin and the black-robed old man died successively under Xiao Jun's blood knife, the remaining people completely lost their fighting spirit, and soon all died at the hands of the Tian Xing Guards, Nangong Wushuang and her subordinates.

It was originally a long-planned ambush, but in the end everyone stayed here, and no one survived.

After a long time, Nangong Wushuang put away his sword and slowly walked in front of Xiao Jun, looking at Zhuge Jin and the old man in black who fell on the ground respectively, he couldn't help frowning.

Although she is a member of the Longevity Sect and is used to seeing life and death, she can't help being shocked by the death of the two.

It seemed that the enraged Holy Lord of Tianmen was far more terrifying than she had imagined.

"I thought you were gone."

Xiao Jun looked at the dignified Nangong Wushuang, and said lightly.

But in fact, he already knew that Nangong Wushuang was hiding in the mountains and forests, and had been following him.

Nangong Wushuang's aura could not be hidden from him.

"I... just feel a little worried..."

Nangong Wushuang said hesitantly, but after she finished speaking, she regretted saying it again, because she saw Wang Yuyan coming out of the carriage, standing in the distance and looking at this side all the time.

She knew that she would never be able to match that woman's position in Xiao Jun's heart.

"Thank you."

Xiao Jun said lightly.

He didn't know what else to say besides this thank you.

"Need not."

After Nangong Wushuang finished speaking, he turned around and left with his subordinates.

"If you can, leave the Longevity Gate. I don't want my sword to shine in front of you one day."

Xiao Jun looked at Nangong Wushuang who turned and left, and couldn't help but said.

"This is my own business, don't worry about it!"

Nangong Wushuang left a word coldly, and left without looking back.

Xiao Jun frowned and said nothing.

All that said, he had nothing to say.

At this time, the Heavenly Punishment Guards also slowly gathered around Xiao Jun.

"Holy Master, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's leave as soon as possible."

Zhao Zilong jumped off the horse, looked at Xiao Jun, and said respectfully.

He who had just recovered from his injury had another new injury.

Xiao Jun glanced at the wounded Heavenly Punishment Guards and frowned.

It seems that no matter whether there is a road or a small road, they still cannot escape the killing that should be done.

The next most important thing is to go to the nearest branch hall as soon as possible. Everyone has been injured, and they have to find a safe place to recuperate.

So, a carriage, thirteen horses, and a group of 16 people set off again to the nearest branch church, Lingzhou.

……

In the forest, Nangong Wushuang looked at the carriage that disappeared from his sight from a distance, a trace of loss and reluctance flashed across his face, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

"Miss, what he said is right, the young master has already begun to doubt you, should we really..."

"Not yet."

Before a woman in Tsing Yi could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Nangong Wushuang.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Wushuang returned to his original expression, got on his horse, and galloped away.

The four women in Tsing Yi glanced at each other, sighed unanimously, got on the horse hurriedly, and quickly followed.

These four people are the people who grew up with Nangong Wushuang in the Bliss Gate, and they are the only confidantes of Nangong Wushuang.

(End of this chapter)