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"Also, which onion is this boy?"

"Jianhe, you xuanjianzong are getting more and more confused. How can you all follow behind a garbage?"

"Is this boy your boss or the leader of xuanjianzong?"

Those practitioners continued to sneer.

This way.

A person put the vision on the body of Lu Zixuan, the corner of the mouth evoked cold idea and disdain.

"By the way, people of tianque sect?"

"Isn't xuanjianzong attached to tianque sect? Why didn't you see them?"

"It's said that the people of tianque sect want to marry Nangong Yue of Nangong family. Are they still busy getting married now?"

"Ha ha, Jianhe, did you xuanjianzong exchange a woman for the chance to participate in this holy mountain gathering?"

Another practitioner also laughed wildly.

His eyes swept from Jianhe and others, without any care.

Just like that.

Jianhe and others, in front of them, are ants in general.

Especially Lu Zixuan, let their line of sight, there is no stay, let alone pay attention to.

"Don't talk to them."

"These wastes have no right to climb the holy mountain with us."

"Jianhe, no matter how you came here, and no matter who is wrong now, go down quickly."

"I tell you, tianque sect didn't destroy you because of the Nangong moon, but our Wushen sect didn't have so many ideas. If we were upset, we would kill you all."

An eight level super God cultivator, this time opens a way.

At the same time of speaking, the breath on his body suddenly sent out and rushed to Zixuan and others.

This eight level super God cultivator is Wang Leng, the leader of Wushen sect.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

Lu Zixuan and others, like a terrible breath.

Let Jianhe and others face, all suddenly a change.

Even nangongyue and Ge Yi can't keep calm in Wang Leng's breath after their strength soars. They work hard to resist.

"Well?"

"Supernatural?"

"Or two?"

"You look down on me. And this woman, with a high blood level, just left me as a cauldron. "

"Ha ha, I thought there was only one Nangong moon in xuanjianzong. I didn't expect that there was a more powerful one."

Wang Leng's eyes are fixed on Nangong Yue.

In an instant, he saw the strength of nangongyue's blood, from which he could get unimaginable benefits.

"Jianhe, hand over this woman obediently, and I can let you leave well."

"Otherwise..."

Wang Leng's eyes were grim and said coldly.

"Pa!"

"You're a loser, old man, aren't you?"

"Well, it beeps all the time as soon as it comes up. You don't have a good mouth, do you?"

But.

At this time, Lu Zixuan's figure suddenly flashed, appeared in front of Wang Leng, slapped hard fan down.

Clear slap sound, rings out here, let those people of Wu Shen Zong, all some muddle force, the corner of the mouth twitches one by one.

The trough.

What the hell is this?

A slap in the face of our Lord?

Level 8 super God!

Our Lord, but the eighth level super God, a boy of you, dare to slap our Lord?

"Shit

"This old thing is just a mess!"

"Boss, you are too good to fight. This guy should fight and kill him."

Under a slap, Wang Leng's breath was dispersed.

I feel light on Jianhe.

Ge Yi, the first one, can't help shouting. He wants to rush up and slap Wang Leng.

"Boom!"

"You want to die!"

"Kill me, kill this boy!"

"You are tired of beating me!"

At this time.

Wang Leng's face, gloomy to the limit.

Lu Zixuan in a sudden slap, he has just been dry Meng, at the moment just come back to God, the body's real gas completely burst out, furious stare at Zixuan.

Then he said to the rest of the practitioners of wushenzong.

"Kill

"Dog, dare to provoke our Lord, you are tired of living!""Don't think you have two supernatural level practitioners. You can be powerful."

"It's just supernatural. We have many wushenzong. There are more than 20 here."

The face of their practitioners was very ugly.

Mad!

How dare you beat our Lord?

Or fight in front of all the masters of wushenzong. If we don't kill you today, how can we get along with wushenzong?

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The breath of the practitioners of wushenzong came out one by one.

Those people, all toward Lu Zixuan surrounded up, like a group of tigers, killing a sheep around.

"Fat man, take them back."

"Damn it, before we reach the top of the holy mountain, there are some unseen things coming to our door!"

"Wushenzong, isn't it?"

"The previous feud has not been settled yet. Since you have provoked me, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Level seven rage!"

"Ten thousand shadows are separated!"

However.

Lu Zixuan didn't panic when those practitioners gathered around him.

He grinned and looked at those people. His murderous spirit soared to the sky.

Wushenzong?

Niang, isn't the original King's shackle the little master of wushenzong?

He came up to kill his father!

Since you want to die, I will help you!

Ma De, you still want to beat me up?

I let you know what is powerful!

"Swordsmanship!"

"Ten thousand swords belong to the clan!"

"Boom!"

The next moment.

Lu Zixuan with 20000 separate body, display the Royal sword and ten thousand sword to return to the clan, directly killed up.

In an instant.

There are countless sword Qi coming from the sky, which makes this place seem to be a world of sword Qi. All of them are terrible sword Qi.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Ding!"

"Ding, Ding, Ding..."

Under the sword.

The practitioners of wushenzong are full of blood.

Some of the martial arts gods were directly crushed by the sword Qi, all of which turned into Lu Zixuan's real Qi points, making the system's prompt sound jingle.

"This is..."

"His strength is the Ninth level super God?"

In less than ten breaths, all the practitioners of Wushen sect were killed.

Only Wang Leng and those super gods are left.

Right now.

Wang Leng and others, eyes one by one stare rolling big, looking at Lu Zixuan, as if to see a ghost, the body is shaking.

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