Not far away, the man wearing a hat was pressed very low, making people see only one chin, but his chin was also invisible because it was completely blocked by his thick black beard.

The man who suddenly arrived was wearing a blue Huashan School costume and a very worthless broken sword hung around his waist. There was a reason to say that the sword was broken, because not only did the sword have no scabbard, the sword body was already rusty, and it was obviously a broken copper and iron cheaper than a wooden sword in the weapon shop, which clearly indicated that the person in front of him was very poor and destitute.

But Rong'er noticed that the equipment on this person was of great value, which immediately reminded Rong'er of two words, "Crazy"! He walked around and said with a smile, "Oh my God, where did you get the lunatic? Do you know that I met my life love today, and God arranged for me to kill a lunatic to cheer up? It's a different kind of flavor to think about it. I have always killed a lunatic..."

Conglang didn't finish his words, because the madman drew his sword, his sword was as fast as a flying rainbow, and his sword energy was crisscrossing. In just one moment, he pointed to Conglang. Conglang raised his sword to greet him. After the sound of qi fighting, he spitted blood from the mouth of Lang's mouth and took several steps. His eyes were full of incredible, and he stared at the madman in front of him, "Who are you? There are no more than two people in the world who can fight with me Conglang. There will definitely be no more than one who can make me suffer with one sword..."

"White dusk." The madman's tone was cold, and the four words were like squeezed out from his teeth. If he didn't contact what happened, Rong'er would really think that this madman was not here to save him and escape from the clutches, but a killer came to kill people specifically.

Chenglang laughed loudly, "It's great! Let's see who you and me are the best masters in the world today!" Chenglang moved quickly, and the long sword in his hand changed one after another, flying towards the White Dusk. The White Dusk raised his sword to meet him. The sword was faster, the sword was faster, the sword was slashing, and the sword was stabbing. The two fought seven moves in the blink of an eye and passed by. There was a sword wound in the chest that was penetrated, but it was a big point.

Chonglang was so angry that he was sad, "Today's battle, I was defeated by the Lang! But today you made me pass by the Lang and my beloved woman. I will repay this hatred! A year later, I will still kill you from Lang Ding!" After saying that, Conglang turned his head and looked at Rong'er, and chuckled and said, "Rong'er, you can't escape. You are my Lang's woman. Even if you kill to Piaomiao Peak, I will definitely grab you!"

After saying that, Chenglang turned around and left, a man in a hat that claimed to be like a madman in the white dusk, removed Rong'er's acupoint from the air, turned around and left with big strides. Rong'er was in a very complicated mood. She had never encountered such a thing since she entered and left the world. She had killed countless men and women in other groups, but she had never tried to be saved by any other group of men or women. But kindness is kindness after all. Rong'er remembered in her heart that she claimed to be the number one master in the world like a madman...

After that, the days were still the same. Rong'er and Le'er, along with other disciples in the sect, were still fighting with other sects. One day, they were in danger in their battle with the Blood Sword Sect, but their overall strength was comparable. Rong'er was dispersed by the crowd. There were only a few junior sisters beside him. Le'er was separated from him and was far away. He was dealing with three Blood Sword Sect masters at the same time, and he was too busy to take care of himself.

A white shadow suddenly rushed in, killing seven disciples of the Blood Sword Sect quickly. Rong'er couldn't help but be shocked. The shadow was so familiar. It was the person who almost bullied him that day. Conglang Zhanyan smiled at Rong'er, "Wife, why are you fighting and killing again? Follow me and leave Lingjiu Palace. I will protect you from now on, and you will no longer need to fight to the death." Conglang said as he grabbed Rong'er, and Rong'er resisted with all his strength, but was carried into his arms by Conglang.

Rong'er struggled hard, and Conglang smiled and said, "Wife, don't be shy. You are all my people. The old couple belongs to you, why are you shy?" Rong'er was anxious and said angrily, "You bastard, you will bully me, your martial arts skills are not as good as you. If you have the ability, you can challenge White Dusk!" Conglang's face suddenly changed, and he let go of his hand while sinking. Rong'er was anxious and was about to start scolding again. Conglang's quick move, and the sword flashed, and he rushed towards Rong'er's three blood sword doors and died on the spot.

Conglang smiled and said, "Okay, your wife, what you said is right. You have to take good care of yourself these days. When I defeat the white dusk, I will come to marry you!" After Conglang said, he drew his sword and rushed into the crowd of the Blood Knife Sect. The sword light flashed one after another, which was invincible. After rushing like this for a while, he laughed and said, "Now you should be in danger, and I can leave with confidence, husband." After saying that, he smiled and used his light skills to run away.

Rong'er looked at the handsome back that was leaving Lang, and suddenly realized that she could not completely hate this bastard...

"You are not my opponent. The Wudang Sect's sword technique cannot be compared with Huashan. You will never defeat me." White Dusk, the tone was still cold, making people feel extremely ruthless. Conglang covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and blood slowly flowed down, and his expression was extremely depressed. A year ago, Conglang fought seven moves with Baishan Sect, but a year later, he was defeated by the fifth move. Conglang himself knew that he had worked very hard, but the martial arts he learned were really unable to compare with the Deadly Serial Sword of the Huashan Sect.

"Wife, it seems that your husband does not have the blessing to marry you. Jin Tian, ​​I was defeated even worse. The martial arts of the Wudang Sect are really not as good as Huashan. If possible, I really want to practice again, but if I practice again, I can't catch up with the white dusk, which is already better than me. I really didn't expect that I would be able to travel around the world, but in the end I couldn't have my beloved woman. Forget it, what's my face left in the world? Goodbye..."

Conglang committed suicide by wielding his sword. In front of the Wudang Sect Hall, he sighed to the sky with a sad voice, "The Wudang Sect is really not as good as the Huashan Sect. I took the wrong first step from Lang. How can I turn back? From now on, I will never enter the world again!" The Wudang Sect, many masters, watched Conglang commit suicide by wielding his sword with their own eyes, and saw the blood from Conglang's throat scattered on the ground in front of the hall. Conglang's death made Wudang, who was already desperate, hopeless, and the only real master of the Wudang Sect, just like that, was annihilated...

Le'er smashed the skulls of the three masters of the Sky Alliance one after another, and said softly in a sad tone, "You are really a coward... You never expected that Rong'er would always remember someone in his heart, and that person was you..." Le'er felt ridiculous. He hated a man so much. Rong'er should be, but Rong'er remembered a man. This man could have captured Rong'er's heart again. After Rong'er had completely seen it, he came back and missed it. What's the use of returning late? Why bother to come back again?

After hearing Le'er's voice transmission, Zhan Yan chuckled and punched Ling'er with all his fists, but Ling'er did not dare to confront him head-on. Rong'er's internal strength is well deserved to be the best in the world! Ming'er's Liancheng sword shadow followed closely. "Le'er, he is reborn, better. He is too arrogant, but too fragile, and is not suitable for survival in the world." Rong'er's tone was very relaxed. In fact, Rong'er was very relaxed. Remember, it is not the same as hope to have. Remember, it does not mean that he must have some kind of hope... Rong'er has long been cleared up.

More than 20 secret strongholds in the Tian Alliance were led by seven Lingjiu Palace witch envoys and older Lingjiu Palace masters. They killed and injured heavily. In just three hours, it was inevitable that the entire army would be wiped out. In these twenty-seven battles, Lingjiu Palace won a great victory, but the situation in Lingjiu Palace at the battle with the Tianzhi Alliance was very bad.

In addition to the Beggars' Sect, the foundations of various sects can be said to be full of things. The people all over the mountains and fields are far less powerful than those of Lingjiu Palace, but the number of people is really too many. Especially in a chaotic large-scale battle, no matter how careful it is, unless it is as powerful as Xier and Yiyun, it will inevitably suffer from external injuries. Over time, the blood loss will become more and more serious. They are always masters. In the end, they act slowly and suffer greatly from internal strength, but they will die under the swords of opponents who are originally stronger than their own.

The Beggars' Sect and Zixiao Jian sent their unexpected betrayal, which made the Sky Alliance completely unprepared. Originally, most of the Beggars' Sect had already set out to the fierce battle, but they received the system information in the middle and rushed back all of them.

But how could it be too late? The Zixiao Sword Sect easily rushed into the Beggars' Sect without any effort, slaughtering the foundation of the Beggars' Sect one-sidedly, but Yiyun and Zishan were not there. The Beggars' Sect, who were rushing back at full speed, suddenly led a group of elite masters and threw the brigade and rushed back to the sect at full speed. Two purple shadows suddenly appeared in front of the group, and suddenly their faces changed, "Yiyun..."

Yiyun's eyes were empty and she slowly pulled out the Beiluo Zixiao from her waist, and said in a faint tone, "Now, pass the position of the head to others, I will let you leave peacefully." Suddenly, "Don't think about it! I'm not a person who is afraid of death. It's impossible for me to abandon the people of the sect to escape alone!"

Yiyun hugged the purple shirt with one hand and her body disappeared on the spot. The next moment she appeared in front of him. She suddenly shouted and pushed her palms quickly, regardless of the magic weapon that was coming from the general. She knew in her heart that it was all in vain to try to escape in front of Yiyun's sword. It was better to fight back to death, but instead have the chance to fight together.

The Qi-powered dragon soared out, and suddenly several masters behind him shouted angrily and followed him. Beiluo Zixiao penetrated his heart directly. The thirty-six Qi-powered dragons were melted by the Zixiaoyan that was beating wildly in front of Yiyun!

In the last moment when he suddenly lost consciousness, three words were still wandering around his mind, "Impossible..." Yes, it is impossible, how could Yiyun do his best to attack with Zi Xiaoyan alone? However, he never thought at all, how could he have the opportunity to successfully exert his palm with Yiyun's cultivation level?
Chapter completed!