Son-in-law Dan Zun

Luo Wushu had no waves in his eyes, and when he raised his hand, a more terrifying evil spirit swept out of the Mo Ke Sword.

Immediately, cut out like an understatement.

"clang!"

There was a crisp sound, and a terrifying energy storm was set off at the intersection, which made people look disillusioned.

However, there was no scene that everyone expected.

Luo Wushu did not fall on the spot under Wei Yuan's full sword.

Even, he didn't even show any signs of being at a disadvantage.

"Could it be that Wei Yuan still didn't use his full strength, was he trying?"

Many people think so.

However, just as this idea just emerged, a crack appeared on the sword soul.

This caused many people to shrink their pupils and froze in place.

No matter how to retain strength, can it be retained to such an extent?

At this time, there is absolutely no need to show the enemy's weakness?

When everyone was puzzled, Wei Yuan let out a spit of blood with a sudden wow.

His face was suddenly pale.

Feeling his wilting breath, everyone completely reacted.

Wei Yuan was not a temptation at all, let alone showing weakness to the enemy, but was simply inferior to Luo Wushu who possessed the Moke Sword.

I'm afraid that before Wei Yuan said one-tenth, it's just that a dead duck has a hard mouth and can do it.

"It seems that today, you are the one who died!" Luo Wushu glanced at Wei Yuan and let out a cold voice.

"But don't worry, you won't be lonely under Jiuquan."

"The people of the Nine Heavens Palace here will go down to reunite with you."

"Furthermore, this is only interest. Soon, the entire Jiutian Palace will reunite with you."

The voice of indifference, filled with murderous intent, resounded without concealment, and kept echoing in the palace.

"Om!" Mo Kejian trembled slightly, as if he could feel Luo Wushu's extreme cold killing thoughts, making the fierce power that swept through became more and more terrifying.

"Little beast, dare you?"

At this moment, outside the palace, a stern shout containing monstrous anger rang out loudly.

When this voice resounded, many people were stunned.

From this voice, they could feel the anger, the majesty and domineering, and the aura of the superior.

Then, not surprisingly, the master of this voice should be the Lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, Lan Lingtian.

Hearing this voice, Luo Wushu's eyes narrowed slightly, and immediately, the killing intent became stronger.

The overbearing and anger contained in the voice are so familiar!

At the beginning, when he was in Zhongzhou College, although he was just a weak phantom of consciousness descending, why not?

It was the weak phantom of consciousness that forced him to be expelled from Zhongzhou College.

And, as a last resort, wrote a letter of resignation to An Yixue.

The difference is that this time, he is the deity descending.

"Do you think there is something I dare not do?" A hideous madness appeared on Luo Wushu's face.

The appearance of the deity cannot prevent him from killing.

On the Moko sword, the terrifying fierce power, almost in substance, turned into a storm and swept out to the people of the Nine Heavens Palace.

"This sword, death!"

The space trembled slightly, and in the storm, the sound of screams, one after another, came out one after another.

"Shoo!" Lan Lingtian appeared in the palace with a very fast speed, with afterimages.

However, in the palace, he could no longer see the people of the Nine Heavens Palace he was familiar with.

Only the strong smell of blood came out, revealing an incomparably tragic meaning.

The air is slightly silent!

Everyone held their breath and looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, and felt a pressure that was almost suffocating from it.

Although he didn't make a move, he exuded a monstrous killing intent, just like Shura coming out of purgatory.

"Long time no see!" Luo Wushu faintly looked at Lan Lingtian, and let out a calm voice, breaking the silence in the palace.

"Huh!" Another air-breaking sound came out, and immediately, Ye Tianxuan's figure also appeared in the palace.

Looking towards Ye Yuyao's direction, Ye Tianxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, his gaze looked at Lan Lingtian, and said: "Brother Lan, long time no see!"

"Ye Tianxuan, today, if you dare to stop me and kill him, wait for my Nine Heavens Palace to declare war with you!"

Lan Lingtian spoke coldly, with the ultimate killing intent, not at all with Ye Tianxuanxu and the snake.

"Brother Lan is calm, there are contradictions, and naturally they have to be resolved, but they don't necessarily have to fight and kill." Ye Tianxuan said.

"Calm down, if I kill your baby girl in front of you, calm down and show me."

Lan Lingtian glanced at Ye Tianxuan indifferently, the threat in his tone was self-evident.

The strength between him and Ye Tianxuan belongs to the uncle, and no one can ask for a favor from the other.

However, if Lan Ling Tian insisted on killing Ye Yuyao in front of Ye Tianxuan, Ye Tianxuan would also find it difficult to stop.

After all, with Ye Yuyao's strength, just a little aftermath was enough to kill him.

Ye Tianxuan was slightly silent, he didn't dare to bet that Lan Lingtian would go crazy.

Because of Luo Wushu, Lan Lingtian is a polished commander at this time and has no scruples.

But it's different, he still needs to worry about the people of Northern Xuanzong.

Seeing Ye Tianxuan's silence, Lan Lingtian immediately stopped paying attention, but turned his gaze to Luo Wushu again.

"Little beast, you say, what should I do to you?"

"Hey!"

A displeased voice faintly sounded, "Perhaps, you forgot, who is the master here, right?"

The person who speaks is naturally middle-aged in purple clothes.

Here, everything has to behave according to his rules.

However, whether it was Lan Lingtian or Ye Tianxuan, they were in a distracting posture, and they didn't pay too much attention to his existence.

"No matter who it is, I can't stop me from killing him today."

Lan Lingtian glanced at the purple-clothed middle-aged man, without giving him the slightest expression.

"Although I can't kill you, you can't even imagine that you can kill me."

"Really?" The middle-aged in Ziyi gave a noncommittal smile. He looked at Luo Wushu with evil eyes, stretched out his palms, and said: "Give me the sword, I will protect you from death today!"

Mo Ke Jian was able to explode such power in an ant-like guy.

In his hands, how difficult is it to sweep the holy realm?

Luo Wushu glanced at the middle-aged in purple clothes, shook his head, and said, "You don't deserve this sword!"

Hearing Luo Wushu's words, everyone was stunned. Is this crazy?

Middle-aged in purple clothes is his only life-saving straw now.

However, Luo Wushu just shut it out?

Moreover, in terms of strength, why isn't the middle-aged Ziyi more worthy of being in charge of Mo Ke Jian than Luo Wushu?

The smile on the purple-clothed middle-aged's face disappeared and he became extremely cold. At this moment, he seemed to have a brutal and violent aura that couldn't be helped by the chairman.

He stared at Luo Wushu and said, "I can forgive you for being impulsive when you are joking."

"You don't need to forgive." Luo Wushu smiled, "Because, I'm not kidding!"

Everyone: "..."