Chapter 1322

"Xiao Zhenlong, get out of here."

At the auction, after the successful auction of the spirit grass, it was the natural medicine, the congenital fruit.

It was when the audience was in a state of excitement that suddenly, from outside the door, came a violent shout.

Bang

The visitors are very impolite, or rather unfriendly. As the top guest room of Yuelai Inn, the single door courtyard is specially open to Wulin people. The sound insulation system is very good. Generally speaking, the courtyard can not be disturbed by the outside world. The gate of the courtyard is made of a kind of precious natural material and treasure. There are strong restrictions on it, which can ensure that the residents of the courtyard will not be disturbed by anyone.

However, the gate of the courtyard has been kicked open directly by people with powerful power, even flying far away.

From the gate, a young man in white came out, with a sword boy behind him.

"Is it you?"

Seeing the visitor, Xiao Zhenlong's face flashed a trace of surprise. Soon, the look of surprise was replaced by anger.

"Murong Nanfeng, what the hell do you mean?"

Murong?

Wang Yang smiles at the corners of his mouth.

He remembered that there was also a South Murong after the northern heavenly king. According to legend, the two royal families have never dealt with each other. The descendants of each generation will fight against each other. All along, they have been talked about with relish by the military circles.

Is it possible that this young man in white is Nan Murong?

In this way, we might as well have a look at the excitement.

After making up his mind, Wang Yang was not moved.

"Murong Nanfeng, if you don't give me an account today, I will kill you today."

Xiao Zhenlong's face is full of anger, a head of black hair, but also no wind automatic, a strong momentum, naturally distributed.

Looking at such a Xiao Zhenlong, Wang Yang's eyes are bright.

The face of a man, the skin of a tree, is the spirit of a warrior.

If you have a strong heart, you will have a strong heart.

This kind of Qi is one's own momentum, which is formed by the real essence, Qi and spirit.

Although it was just a momentum, Wang Yang could see that Xiao Zhenlong was somewhat like the northern king of heaven.

"I'm afraid you won't do it?"

Say, that Murong south wind unexpectedly takes the lead.

It seems that the rumor is true. South Murong and North Tianwang, the descendants of the two royal families, are always fighting with each other.

This Murong Nanfeng is an absolute killing move when he makes a move. When he stabs with a sword, he directly stabs at Xiao Zhenlong's heart.

This is a sword that must be killed. The powerful sword power can directly lock Xiao Zhenlong's up and down, so that he can't avoid it.

It can be said that even the most top-notch top-ranking experts in the lake are doomed to die under such a sword.

However, such a sword, today, is to meet his opponent.

Xiao Zhenlong is not one of the so-called top experts in the world. What a descendant of the northern heavenly king, facing such a dangerous sword, he did not dodge it. He just put up one hand and slapped it towards the dying sword.

Even Wang Yang, saw this move, but also had to shout good.

Bang

The sword of Murong Nanfeng is like an invincible spear, and the palm of Xiao Zhenlong is the strongest shield that can block all spears in the world.

Is the strongest shield stronger, or the invulnerable spear more powerful? Even if it is Wang Yang, for a time, it is some can not distinguish.

Strong palm strength, and terrible sword Gang, tit for tat.

Between the two, it is actually the most fundamental competition.

Poof

Suddenly, without warning, the Murong Nanfeng, unexpectedly, was spitting blood in his mouth. He was actually in the competition and was badly hurt.

"Go to hell!"

The breath is naturally disordered and the sword strength is not coherent. In the competition, Xiao Zhenlong immediately seized the opportunity and spewed the strength in his palm, which directly pushed the powerful sword force against the Murong south wind.

Although Murong Nanfeng didn't retreat, the sword in his hand was more and more curved.

Finally, Murong south wind still can not withstand, the whole person, toward the courtyard door fly backwards.

Poof

The breath is out of tune, and the blood is surging. Murong south wind can't resist the powerful impact of the Dragon subduing palm. The man is still in the air, and it is a mouthful of blood.

Good guy, Murong Nanfeng is worthy of no Murong Nanfeng. Although he was beaten with blood in his mouth, his reaction was not slow at all. His fighting spirit was not weakened at all. His body was very fast. His sword turned into a terrible arc and stabbed Xiao Zhenlong's chest.

He even wanted to use his powerful speed, and then with the sharpness of his sword in his hand, he launched an attack against Xiao Zhenlong again.Xiao Zhenlong dares to take the sword in Murong Nanfeng's hand with his fear of meat palm, but he absolutely dare not take such a sword with his chest.

Obviously, in terms of speed, Xiao Zhenlong was somewhat inferior. For a time, even though he had the world God's palm, he was still suppressed by Murong Nanfeng at an extremely strong speed.

Although there was no great danger, the rhythm of the battle had been lost from his hands.

If there is no change, perhaps, if it is not for how long, under the suppression of the Murong south wind speed, it will directly be beaten to the full collapse.

Good guy, he is worthy of being the descendant of the northern heavenly king. He is calm and calm in the face of danger. Even though the surrounding areas are surrounded by dense sword nets, Xiao Zhenlong just does not move. With his pair of iron palms, he directly blocks all attacks.

The so-called long-term defense will lose.

It seems that even Xiao Zhenlong is hard to escape such a strange circle. Under the continuous attack of Murong south wind, he finally has a sword, which makes Xiao Zhenlong unable to defend.

"Ah, die!"

It's a chance that Murong Nanfeng won't miss. The sword is stabbing at Xiao Zhenlong.

Kill!!

A man is like a startling goose, and a sword is like a meteor. With the belief of winning and the strength of the whole body, he shot at Xiao Zhenlong's head.

If this sword is stabbed, no one believes that Xiao Zhenlong will survive.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he was finally seized by himself. Murong Nanfeng's heart flashed with pleasure. He even made up his mind that this time, he must kill this son of a bitch with a sword.

This sword, it seems, is the scythe of death, with a sense of hell, just to lock the souls of heroes in the world.

It seems that Xiao Zhenlong has already acquiesced, even has given up the resistance.

All this, it seems, has no chance of any change.

Even on Murong Nanfeng's face, a sincere smile has appeared.

It's just