People are in the heavens, starting as Li Xingyun

Chapter 333 Such a familiar plot...

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding——————!!!!”

On the open grassland, the three-foot-high grass undulated in the sound of metal clashing, and even the air seemed to ripple and spread in all directions.

Tracing back to the source of the collision sound, it turned out to be two warriors who were in a fierce battle.

The two men had equally mighty and brave figures, equally strong inner strength, equally powerful moves, and even their weapons were giant long weapons that were good at attacking. It could be said that they were evenly matched, and for a while they fought on equal terms.

In addition to them, there were dozens of people around who were also fighting.

They are also two clearly divided groups, but the situation here is completely different.

One of the parties seemed brave, but was actually very reckless. The warriors of the other party easily avoided their attacks and were attacked from time to time by hidden weapons and insidious moves. They soon lost their composure and were gradually surrounded and attacked from all sides. More than a dozen people fell in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, the Baji Sect that is so powerful in Guanzhong is no more than this."

A disdainful sneer was heard, and a tall man with handsome looks, who seemed to have Hu ancestry, walked out with his hands behind his back and a mocking look on his face.

The man's name is Murong Long, a well-known evil force in the martial arts world and the current Palace Master of Xingyue Palace.

He was originally the crown prince of the Great Yan Dynasty, but sixteen years ago, the Yan general Yao Xing suddenly rebelled, causing his country to be destroyed and his family to be ruined overnight.

At that time, Murong Long was abducted by Yin Ji, the former Palace Master of Xingyue Palace, who had a grudge against Emperor Yan. She was tortured in various ways over the years and her situation was very miserable.

Fortunately, although Murong Long was young at the time, he was well versed in how to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens. Not only did he not resist, but he served Yin Ji wholeheartedly and did his best. Finally, he gained some of her trust and obtained some power in the Xingyue Palace.

Until one day, he accidentally learned a very advanced technique of collecting and replenishing energy from a prisoner of the Star Moon Palace. He then began to lurk in secret, quietly absorbing the skills of many female masters in the world, and his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds.

Finally, a year ago, Murong Long took advantage of the critical moment when Yin Ji was practicing martial arts and suddenly attacked, seriously injuring and subduing her. Then he immediately falsely gave orders and joined forces with the left and right protectors who had already colluded secretly, and forcibly suppressed everyone in the Xingyue Palace, thus ascending to the position of Palace Master.

However, although Murong Long achieved his revenge, his heart had already become perverted due to years of torture. Not only did he not think of leading the Xingyue Palace onto the right path, but he became even more outrageous and acted even more unscrupulously than other evil demons.

In just one year, he led his masters to conquer the righteous forces one after another, and countless heroes died tragically. Even their family members, disciples and teachers were brought into the Star-Moon Palace and tortured, unable to live or die.

In a nutshell, the Xingyue Palace does not do anything that humans do. It is full of pure newborns, and Murong Long is the best among them. He can be said to be completely heartless and his death does not deserve a pity.

"Rose."

Murong Long withdrew his gaze from the two battlefields, turned around and walked to a carriage, put his arm around a pale-looking girl, and asked gently, "Do you still want to vomit?"

The girl was wearing a gorgeous purple dress and had exquisite facial features. From a distance, she looked like a budding purple rose that was faintly glowing.

With such appearance and temperament, she is a rare and peerless beauty even in the entire world.

In fact it is.

The girl's name is Mu Zimei. She is the beloved disciple of the great Buddhist master, Xuehai Shenni. At a young age, she is already a first-class master.

In addition to her beautiful appearance, she was given the nickname "Rose Fairy" by many martial artists, and was admired and loved by countless young talents.

However, at this moment, the expression of the Rose Fairy was extremely melancholy. She had none of the spirit of a chivalrous woman. She was more like a bird with broken wings, trapped in a cage.

At this moment, after feeling the man's touch, Mu Zimei's body trembled slightly.

After a long while, she forced herself to suppress the discomfort rising in her heart and replied calmly, "Much better."

Murong Long didn't care about the girl's cold attitude. He just lowered his head to look at her slightly heaving belly and said softly, "In another six months, you will give birth to a child for me - preferably a boy, so that the bloodline of my Murong family can continue."

As he spoke, he looked at the other woman sitting in the carriage. She was about thirty years old and looked 80% similar to the girl in his arms, but her elegance, charm and beauty were even better than the girl's.

Especially the limp and soft appearance of the limbs, which makes people feel pity for it at first sight, and at the same time, they can't help but want to ravage and bully it.

"You're dreaming!"

At the same time, after hearing this, Mu Zimei's face suddenly turned pale, and then she said coldly: "I will never let you succeed even if I die!"

Murong Long just smiled slightly when he heard this, and did not answer. Suddenly he glanced at the two tall figures who were still fighting fiercely in the battlefield, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"It's over!"

The two powerful warriors, one of whom was wearing white clothes and a silver belt, was none other than Jin Kaijia, the chief elder of the Xingyue Palace. He had already reached the level of a master, and was the most top-notch expert in the Xingyue Palace besides him, the Palace Master.

The mighty man who was fighting with him at this moment was the leader of Baji Sect, Long Zhanye, nicknamed Baizhan Tianlong. His cultivation was also at the level of a grandmaster, and his reputation shocked Guanzhong.

The reason why he appeared here and became enemies with the monsters in Xingyue Palace was because he heard that his close friend, Sun Tonghui, the leader of Guangyang Gang, had died tragically some time ago, and his wife had suffered torture and died with hatred.

After learning that the culprit was a demon from the Star Moon Palace, Long Zhan led his masters and chased them to the border without stopping, determined to kill these shameless demons who were a scourge to the world.

But unfortunately, ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Although the Baji Sect is full of strong men, it is not much weaker than the Xingyue Palace on the surface. Even if it cannot win, it has the capital to retreat safely.

But as righteous people, they had too much idol baggage to worry about. After several confrontations, they were repeatedly ambushed by the Xingyue Palace's vicious means.

In just a quarter of an hour, of the eight heroes originally known as "Taki Rhino, Lion, Elephant, Tiger, Leopard, Eagle, Wolf" in the sect, one had died and two were seriously injured. As one was gaining strength while the other was losing, the Baji Sect was already showing signs of defeat, and this was when Palace Master Murong Taki did not take any action.

At the same time, on the grassland on the other side of the battlefield, a beautiful young woman in her thirties, riding a blue and white horse, holding a boy of eight or nine years old in her arms, was looking at the increasingly dangerous battle situation with a nervous expression, and her face was full of worry.

The little boy watched for a while, then suddenly whispered to the young woman, "Mom, can't Daddy beat them?"

The beautiful young woman... that is, Long Zhanye's wife Tang Yan, had a pale face at this moment. She hugged her son tightly in her arms and whispered: "With your father and uncles, you will never lose."

Even so, her voice was trembling. After several fierce battles, Tang Yan had seen that these people were not only powerful in martial arts, but also unscrupulous, insidious, vicious, and extremely despicable.

Although my husband is born with supernatural powers, it is hard to say whether he can withstand the enemy's various tricks.

She secretly regretted that she shouldn't have brought her son out this time.

As for herself... She pressed the sword at her waist, glanced at her husband, and finally gritted her teeth, holding her son and dismounting, squatting and saying, "Don't be afraid, Hao'er, mother will help your father kill the enemy."

Long Hao nodded firmly, without any intention of crying or making a fuss, looking mature like a child of his age.

Tang Yan felt sad to see her son was so well-behaved and sensible. She ordered two female disciples to watch over him. After thinking for a while, she took out a small dagger from her bosom and put it in her son's hand before rushing towards the battlefield.

Tang Yan, as the wife of the head of Baji Sect, was naturally not a weak woman. Although her sword skills had not reached the grandmaster level, they were almost there. With her agile body movements, she moved left and right on the battlefield and actually turned the tide.

"clang------!!!"

The sound of metal suddenly shook loudly, and Long Zhan also shouted loudly. The Qinglong Guandao was like a raging thunder, breaking through the sky and slashing wildly at Jin Kaijia's bronze axe.

In an instant, the mighty Hundred Battles Heavenly Dragon, who was feared throughout Guanzhong, became extremely powerful, and each of his sword strikes was more powerful than the last. Jin Kaijia, who was colliding with him, retreated repeatedly, and by the time he blocked the seventh sword, he had already retreated two meters away.

Seeing this, Long Zhan also became furious. He soared into the air, paused his Guandao in the air, and then fell down with a whistling sound.

At this moment, Murong Long, who had been watching from the sidelines, spread out his body without hesitation, and with just two jumps he covered a distance of a hundred meters and arrived at where Long Hao was.

Without waiting for the two female disciples of Bajimen to react, he stretched out his body and sealed the two women's acupoints with one palm and one kick.

As for Long Hao, although he was young, he did not panic when faced with such a dangerous situation. He sat on the horse with his waist lowered, and used the Five Dings to Open the Mountain Style, and swung it fiercely towards Murong Long's waist.

"Such a talent... this child cannot be kept!"

Seeing that Long Hao, at such a young age, could punch with the style of a great man, Murong Long's heart skipped a beat, but his hands did not slow down at all. He first slapped away the small fist that was swinging at him, and then pointed a finger at Long Hao's neck.

As if he had seen this scene, Long Zhan's sword, which had gathered all his strength, suddenly froze. Before he could fully exert his strength, Jin Kaijia's one eye shone brightly, and he held the bronze axe horizontally to catch this shocking sword.

With a loud "clang", the brass axe handle as thick as a fist was bent. Jin Kaijia's feet sank into the ground for an inch, but he did not retreat even a single step.

The knuckles of Long Zhan's hands were also cracked, his face flushed, and a rain of blood spurted out of his mouth, but he raised the Qinglong Sword in his hand again, wanting to chop forward.

But the next second, the bronze axe suddenly became as light as a feather. Jin Kaijia took a step forward, and the tip of the axe turned slightly, and stabbed Long Zhanye's side. With the internal force, he directly injured Long Zhanye's internal organs, but did not even tear his clothes.

thump!
Long Zhan's face also turned red, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood mist, and fell backwards, submerged in the weeds.

Seeing her husband's tall body slumped to the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, Tang Yan's mind went blank. At the same time, she thought of her fate if she fell into the hands of the monster in the Star Moon Palace. She subconsciously turned her wrist and placed the sword under her neck.

"Mrs. Long."

A faint voice sounded from behind, and not far away, Murong Long raised his hand and slowly lifted Long Hao, whose acupoints were pressed, into the air. There was a warm smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Jin Kaijia calmly put away the bent copper axe, and the blood-red sunset drew a long bloody mark under his feet.

At the same time, several figures appeared on the battlefield and died silently. The Baji Sect, which had originally rushed to the northern border with great momentum, now only had Tang Yan standing alone in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, Mu Zimei, who was watching the battle from a distance, closed her eyes reluctantly, as if she could already imagine what was going to happen next.

However, just as the monsters in the Star-Moon Palace were laughing wildly, no one noticed that a faint light, imperceptible to the naked eye, shot out from the vast void and landed right on Long Hao's forehead.

buzzing-

The pure black pupils suddenly contracted, and then turned purple. A large amount of memory information was boiling and tumbling, pushing the original memory of this body aside and flipping through it quickly.

"Long Hao is the only son of Long Zhanye, the leader of Baji Sect. His mother is Tang Yan. The guy who is pinching his neck now is the leader of a demon called Xingyue Palace... Hey! Wait, this plot looks so familiar!"

As if he had thought of something, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in Long Hao's originally calm eyes, and then he searched for similar memory information in his mind.

Before long, the surprise in his eyes turned into dullness, and finally became strange...

"Mrs. Long, I advise you to put down the sword, or do you not want to save your son anymore?"

On the other side, just as "Long Hao" was sorting out his own memories, Murong Long was holding him horizontally and walking slowly towards him, his eyes scanning back and forth over Tang Yan's graceful body with a meaningful smile.

Tang Yan's face turned pale and she wanted to commit suicide immediately, but when she saw her beloved son being held hostage by the other party, she gritted her teeth and said, "You shameless villains have no integrity at all! Why should I believe your words!"

Murong Long raised his head and said proudly: "I swear by the reputation of Xingyue Palace that as long as you obey my orders, I will let this boy live!"

"Long Hao", who had come to his senses, rolled his eyes when he heard this.

The Xingyue Palace is a bunch of evil ghosts who are worse than pigs and dogs. They have a shitty reputation. Only an idiot would believe such nonsense.

However, the next second, "Long Hao" was slapped in the face.

However, Tang Yan, the mother of "Long Hao"'s body, looked confused. She first looked in the direction of "Long Hao", and then looked at her husband whose life or death was unknown.

After struggling for several times, a crystal teardrop quietly slid down her white jade-like cheek, and the long sword in her hand also fell.

"Yes, it seems that Mrs. Long is indeed a good mother."

Murong Long's expression was slightly gloomy, and it was unknown what he was thinking of. Then he turned his head and winked at Jin Kaijia in the distance, indicating that he should cut the grass at its roots.

Jin Kaijia sighed inwardly, he had also fought a fierce battle with Long Zhan and had great respect for this tough guy, but the Palace Master's order could not be disobeyed, so he pushed the bronze axe and was about to chop off the head of this battle-hardened dragon.

(End of this chapter)