Chapter 832

When she saw the fierce killing opportunity with the pressure of the strong Yuan Ying, a chill ran through Tang Ning's eyes. As she moved her step, she retreated to find that her father was running towards her because she was worried about her injury. At this time, she avoided the attack, and the sword was aimed at her father's heart!

"Damn it!"

With a low curse, she saw that the sword carrying Yuan Ying's pressure had been stabbed. Her father was frozen and unable to move under the pressure. However, the speed of the other party made her have no time to stop her. In order to avoid her father being killed by mistake, she immediately rushed to push him away.

"Whoosh!"

"Ning'er!"

"Ning'er!"

"Master!"

"Master!"

The sound of sharp sword stabbing into her body was heard, and several exclamations were also heard at that moment. Tang Xiao, who was pushed away, fell to the ground and avoided the fatal sword. When she turned back, she saw a sword stabbed in her daughter's chest, and the sword was still stabbed on her body. However, the blood on the wound was exuded and dyed red The lapel of her chest.

All the people around were quiet when they saw this scene. If Tang Ning hadn't pushed her father away just now, I'm afraid that this sword would have killed Tang Xiao!

There were all people with accomplishments. Naturally, Chengyang Zun didn't stop at the moment when the sword was stabbed. However, Tang Xiaogen, who built the foundation and built the foundation, could not resist the pressure of his Yuanying strongman. Even the whole person stood there and could not even dodge.

Compared with the shock of those aristocratic families, monks and common people around them, the 30 students were stunned and shocked. They widened their eyes and looked at the cold knowledge and star pupil who just exclaimed.

Master son? What is the master?

They must have heard it wrong! It can't be what they think, it can't be

Can't it be? Why do they feel like crying at this moment?

Especially when they saw that Tang Ning, the eldest lady of Tang family, was holding the sword blade with sharp breath between her fingers, the gesture of not letting the blade enter again for half a minute, and the aura of spiritual power condensed between her fingers, they thought, maybe, there was nothing impossible

However, they still can't believe that this beautiful girl with long hair, wearing a blue and blue dress, with exquisite figure and elegant temperament, will be their smooth, bald Tang Shi!

Nangong Lingyun stares at her, the Chixiao sword in his hand stabs into her chest, the blood stains the front of her dress, and she holds the sharp blade between her fingers to prevent the blade from entering again

Cheng Yang Zun's brow was tight, his face was very ugly and calm. His sharp and threatening eyes were staring at Tang Ning's two fingers with sharp sword. They were just the two green and white fingers, which made Chixiao sword unable to advance further!

"Witch! Die... " Before he had finished, he was interrupted by Downing's sudden drink.

"Old man! Shut up

Tang Ning drank in a cold voice. His voice, which contained a sharp color and cold meaning, violently overthrew the voice of Chengyang Zun. Shengsheng interrupted his words and let him hold his breath. It seemed that he could not believe that someone dared to scold him for being an old man and to shut him up!

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