Chapter 173 late rescue!

Nangong's clothes and moon looked at ban xuanming's body.

The past is like smoke, scene after scene, showing in front of Nangong's shirt moon.

She looked up at Jiang Huan, who had been kneeling on the ground, holding ban xuanming's body tightly in her hands. Her heart couldn't help but gush with pain. She didn't know how to do it.

But there is a voice in their ears slowly sounded!

"All those who break the rules must die! Just like my family! "

At this time, even Qi Aotian also sent a voice to Nangong, which sounded like a magic sound in her mind!

"Think about how Nangong adults fell! Think again that Jiang Zhenfeng, as the Grand Marshal of the town, once hesitated when he entered the palace to play Nangong adults! "

Hearing this, I can see Nangong's shirt moon is like a magic Zheng. Her eyes are red with blood. She slowly steps on the lotus steps. She holds the long sword tightly in her hands. Step by step, she slowly faces Jiang Huan, who is kneeling on the ground.

Suddenly raised the long sword, without hesitation toward Jiang Huan's back brain!

The cold wind is howling and the heart is frozen!

Jiang Huan has long felt the cold wind behind him, but his heart is like a knife. At this time, he just wants to feel the warm temperature of the monitor and the kind and free and easy smile of the old when he first saw him, which will last in Jiang Huan's heart!

Looking at the long sword only a foot away from Jiang Huan's head, everyone said, it's over!

Some people lament that the fall of the four elders, as well as the flash in the pan of Jiang Huan.

Some people are sad and some are happy. For example, he Longzhong and Liu fenghan wish they had cut this sword by themselves!

However, at this time! An earth shaking roar came, and soon a golden streamer came down from the sky!

Straight to Nangong shirt moon!

"Chi!"

"Boom!"

Golden streamer with piercing wind, directly hit in the middle of Jianghuan and Nangong shirt month!

A roar!

The ground suddenly appears a deep pit with a width of ten meters!

Dust and smoke!

Nangong shirt month felt the sudden attack early in the morning, so he quickly drew his sword and retreated!

Blue luoqun sways gently, and then leaves here in a few steps!

For a long time, the dust and smoke of the sky slowly dispersed, so that people could see the appearance of those who came!

The comer was forty or fifty years old. There were ferocious scars all over his bald head and his face was full of anger!

Golden all over! Like the reincarnation of Buddha!

But there is no Buddhist meaning. At this time, the golden light is even more deadly!

The wind was blowing all around. The disciples with a lower level could not resist the evil spirit that was pressing on the heart strings even if they were far away. They hurriedly retreated and did not dare to look up!

Some disciples with higher realm and sharp eyes recognize them at a glance and exclaim!

"That is" angry face Buddha "nanwuming! One of the five killing gods! "

"How can he come?!"

But on second thought, now that nanwuming is willing to bend to the Marshal's office to be the steward, people will also be relieved!

Look at nanwuming again. At this time, he changed his usual kind eyes. Now his face is full of anger, his eyebrows are like fire, his eyes are like electricity! Extremely scary!

Nanwuming looks back slowly, looking at Jianghuan and banxuanming lying in Jianghuan's arms peacefully.

Nanwuming was stunned. For a long time, he looked sorry. His brow was filled with grief for his old friend's death.

Bend down, put one hand on ban xuanming's shoulder and say softly.

"Ban Lao, rest in peace. What's next, we are still here!"

Jiang Huan hears the sound, slowly raises his head to see the south is lifeless, sobbing softly.

"Uncle Nan!"

Nan Wuming nodded and said back.

"I'll take you home!"

Voice down! See nanwuming body majestic vitality suddenly burst out! It's like a huge wave!

Cause the surrounding void, countless waves of air are compressed by the rapid roll!

The sand is flying all over the ground.

Even the earth and stone ground can't bear the pressure of nanwuming high-level Wuzong. It sinks slowly!

I saw nanwuming fire eyebrow pick, look around, finally such as electricity eyes just fall on jisanfeng and LUSHEN!

Said lightly.

"I'll take my young master back to the mansion. Which one is too long! You can go ahead and die! "

Voice down, LUSHEN as if to hell, Ao Lao a voice scream, even back several steps!

Ji Sanfeng is afraid of it, but in order to hold the face of the elder of Wuji hall, he still stands firm and dissatisfied with the timidity of his disciples.

I just want to open my mouth and scold nanwuming as the elder of Wuji hall.

Just listen to the sound of a big drink in the air. It's loud. It's far away. It's reverberating over the whole Fenglong mountain!

"Who dares to come to my limitless hall to make a mess?!"

Before people arrive, sound comes first!

Hearing this loud shout, the disciples in the school martial field looked at each other one by one and did not know what they heard.

Only the elders were shocked to hear this.

Because that's the voice of Ji Ming hall, the leader of Wuji hall, who has been closed for more than five years!

And nanwuming, who was protecting Jiang Huan's body, listened to the sound of drinking, his pupils shrank, his face was solemn, and he murmured softly.

"There's a tough voice!"