The dense forest was silent for a moment before there was a movement. A young man in his twenties had a rosy face and a handsome appearance. He was wearing a Taoist robe and walked out of the forest with Fanfen awkwardly. But in a flash, he turned into a cold and stern look: "Are you Zong Shou, the prince of the Demon King of the Tianshan Mountain?"

Zong Shou couldn't help but touch his face, thinking that he really knew someone everywhere he went, and he really had a reputation.

However, this man's robe is familiar with the pattern on it, and it seems that he had seen it before. [bsp;    Recalling some memories of his previous life, Zong Shou's heart moved: "So what? Are you from Shangxiao Xuanling Sect?"

"It is Shangxiao Xuanling Sect! The fourth generation of disciples, the ninth direct descendant of Long Batian!"

The young man looked cold and arrogant, raised his chin, with a contemptuous expression: "Since you know my identity, you should know why I came. If you are smart, give up your marriage with Yiren! Yiren is the sweet daughter of heaven, how can you be touched by your veins? You are the toad that you cannot protect yourself. Do you also want to eat swan meat? The only one who can deserve her in this world is my uncle Zong Han Nishui!"

Zong Shou felt helpless, he was indeed famous. Now, everybody who met him would step on him and mock him a few words.

But why does the name Long Batian sound so funny?

Those novels that later generations that conceived ancient martial artists' legends like this most like this. They are so annoying to read, such as Long Aotian, Long Jingtian, and Long Zhentian.

The name sounds nice and domineering, but if you read it too much, you will feel a little disgusted.

However, the collection of disciples of Shangxiao Xuanling Sect is really a waste of time. The person in front of him, who is at least twenty-eight in appearance, is only just a celestial master who has just entered the second celestial throne, can actually become the direct inheritor of the sect.

And why did this person come to me? Even if he is forced to break off the engagement, this amount is not enough.

I didn't want to talk nonsense to this person, but I was about to take action directly, but my heart moved. I decided to be patient for the time being, and don't always think about the bad things, and to convince people with virtue.

And there are so many people who died at his hands today

After her intentions were settled, Zong Shou shook his head: "I'm sorry! I didn't care about this marriage before, but now I have changed my mind. Whether I can't be worthy of it has nothing to do with you! Unless she changes her mind for this marriage, I Zong Shou can only say sorry!"

Chuxue also glared at the young man with square faces, she didn't like Li Yunniang, but was extremely happy with Xuanyuan Yiren. She always gave her some elixirs from time to time. It was very sweet and delicious. After catching birds every day, she would not feel sore all over.

The green air flashed on Long Batian's face, and then he returned to calmness and nodded coldly: "Well! My words have been delivered, and I will listen to you. I just hope that you will not regret this sentence in the future!"

He turned around and seemed to be leaving. However, he had just taken half a step and suddenly turned around and drew his sword. His figure was like an arrow from the string, and his body was covered with thunder and lightning, slashing towards Zong Shou's neck with a sword.

The shrill sword shadow also seemed to be as thunder. When he was stabbed in front of Zong Shou, Chu Xue blinked and seemed to have just reacted.

Long Batian's eyes were full of evil light, and his face was filled with hideous joy. He was just about to enjoy the sword in his hand and cut into the flesh and blood body and bones. Suddenly, he saw that Zong Shou's eyes were slightly ridiculed.

The next moment, Zong Shou suddenly disappeared in front of him. The strange figure passed under his sword with a illusion. Then it seemed that he was hit by a huge rock between his chest and abdomen.

"Peng!"

The sound was as dull as thunder. Long Batian's twenty-four ribs immediately made a cracking sound. The whole person flew backwards, slid more than tens of feet before he stopped.

I suddenly felt dizzy inside my head, and after a few breaths, I barely recovered my mind.

I immediately spit out blood foam, and I felt my chest and abdomen were broken, and the fierce ribs turned into countless pieces and pierced into my internal organs.

Just as he looked confused and didn't know what was going on, he saw Zong Shou's figure skipping lightly for more than tens of feet and moving to him.

Long Batian's body shook, and then he recalled the scene just now. The seemingly casual kick kicked him in the chest, causing him to be seriously injured and dying!

Seeing Zong Shou, he still smiled gently, without any warmth. Long Batian's heart tightened. At this moment, this gentle and polite half-demon boy had no sense of weakness in his eyes. All he had was the hidden viciousness, unsightly strength, and the ruthless and resolute counterattack just now.

Then another turbulent anger rose in my heart. Long Batian tried hard to calm the guard down, but the guest couldn't help but twist: "It's great! Good! You sect guard, today's grudge, I, Long Batian, have recorded the grudge! I will ask you for it one day in the future!"

Then Zong Shou smiled and pulled out a thunderbolt sword, waved it casually, bringing up a ball of lightning, as if trying to feel it.

Long Batian was frightened and then sneered: "Dare you kill me? I am a disciple of the fourth generation of Shangxiao Xuanling Sect, the ninth direct descendant of Long Batian! Today, there can be said to be a personal grudge between you and me. But as long as you touch a hair of my hair, I will definitely kill you Tianhu Sect and the whole family!"

Zong Shou's lips slipped, killing the Tianhu Zong family. Why does it sound like a sense of pleasure?

I really want to wish that Shangxiao Sect can handle it for him so that he will not bother with the destruction of the gods.

When I thought of this, the thunder-tooth sword in my hand suddenly slashed down with one sword. The person under my feet immediately separated!

Long Batian's head suddenly flew away. He still looked angry and disbelief on his face. This sect dared to kill him! How could it be?

And the body movement that just now made him unable to react was clearly innate!

How could this sect master be able to practice martial arts? It is so strong? It is obvious that it should be a double-vein body, a waste that cannot be practiced.

He waved his sword again and threw the remaining blood away. Zong Shou's lips were slightly sarcastic. Could this idiot really think he would let him go? Whether it was Tan Qiu in his previous life or Zong Shou in this life, he had never had the habit of lenient opponents. Especially those who had murderous intentions and had already taken action.

As for the Shangxiao Xuanling Sect, the third of the Ling Mansion, how could he be attracted to it?

But in this way, it takes time to destroy the corpse and traces. I wonder if time can keep up?

After a slight headache, Zong Shou suddenly smiled and turned to Lin Nei on his left: "Come out by yourself, you should have seen enough of this good show!"

Chuxue had just walked to him and looked around in surprise.

Apart from Long Batian, are there anyone else here?

This time, there was no need for two people to wait, and a figure walked out of the shadow. He was holding a gun in his hand, his expression was gloomy and sunny.

Chuxue was stunned: "Are you the Purple Thunder Spear Sectar?"

She not only saw this person from afar in Gantianshan City. She met him closer at the auction in Yunsheng City.

Zong Yuan did not answer, and the tip of the spear in his hand continued to tremble slightly, and the spear was round, and its momentum was like a poisonous snake that was rising up, guarding against the beasts to peek. His eyes were cold and he stared at Zong Shou, a little suspicious, a little disbelief, and even more shocked.

Zong Shou looked at the original gun and couldn't help but laugh: "You saw the situation just now, too? I wonder what you think, cousin?"

"Thinking? The prince is very strong! Zongyuan has no chance of winning. Whether it is Zong Shi or Uncle Zong Hao, everyone in the clan has misread you."

Zong Yuan gritted his teeth, his face was blue, but he answered honestly, and then asked: "The 'strange sword' of that day, Ren Qianchou, Lan Jian, Xie Jun "The Rage Sword and Yun Tao, did they die at the hands of the prince?"

"That's right!" Zong Shou never thought of hiding this matter.

Zong Yuan's eyes couldn't help but count even more solemnly: "Then is it also the prince who killed Li Xieling with 100,000 blood?"

Zong Shou raised his eyebrows in surprise and felt a little strange: "Do you know? Did you see it?"

"I don't know!" Zong Yuan shook his head: "That day, I was twenty miles away. I knew that Xuanwu Sect didn't have time to get to the place where I got there. I also went to take a closer look. Now I think that the only one who can kill Li Xieling is the prince!"

The hand holding the gun could no longer help but tremble slightly. His heart jumped out of his chest and was ordered to rush to Yunsheng City. He had never thought that this waste prince who could not practice and was regarded as a shame to Gantian Mountain was actually a terrifying figure!

Being able to kill Ren Qianchou and the other two with his own hands in less than 60 breaths is invincible under the Grandmaster!

After thinking about it, the only one in the forest who was qualified to fight against Li Xieling was the prince.

Then Zong Shou smiled and said, "You are so smart. As my father said, you are not only talented in martial arts, but also have a very flexible mind."

Sohara didn't say a word, turned around and left with a gun.

If he only killed the "Shi Jian and Ren Qianchou, he would leave his body without hesitation. Even if he killed those three people, he would only make him more fighting spirit.

However, after this battle, Li Xieling was killed with 100,000 blood and also cut off his head. This prince is no longer a human!

As a martial arts practitioner, you should be brave and fearless, and you should always have the invincible desire to fight.

But if you are stupid enough to challenge, it is not the existence you can defeat and look up to. It is not the courage at all, but the stupidity, the dementia that is in the mind!

His figure flashed and he had already rushed several feet. The next moment, Ren Qianchou's figure suddenly stopped again.

In front of him, a giant black lion was crawling in front of him. His eyes were fierce, his muscles were tense, and he was ready to go, blocking all his retreat.

Zong Shou behind him was also shaking his head and raising the sword in his hand: "I'm so unwilling! Let me see if your purple thunder gun is really as my father said, and he can attain the throne of heaven."
Chapter completed!