Chapter 335 Battle of Dragon Mountain 2

"Where is the evidence that I assassinated Xia Shuangtian? Does he have to plot a rebellion on Xiao's account now?" Did you see with your own eyes that I instructed the old department to make trouble? It's just an empty vernacular. In order to grab the seven-star stone, Wulin has always ignored the affairs of the court and when he became an eagle dog of the court. Running dog? If you have the ability to do it, I'm not a man if I frown!" Xiao Ran's words sounded and pointed straight to people's hearts.

"What are you talking about with him? Side by side." The monk held a ring knife and jumped into the hall, followed by the nun and the Taoist priest at the same time. Three acquired peak masters, even innate masters can't play easily. If the three know how to set up a combo, the threat will be greater. These three people are not the two people, and no one knows when they appeared. Obviously, they are suspected of bullying more and less.

Everyone surrounded Xiao Ran and went up, worrying about his reputation. The people in the demon religion are also here. If they go up, what's different from them, won't they slap themselves in the face?

"If you want to bully the less, you have to ask us first!" Three figures jumped from the crowd and fell beside Xiao Ran. Two men and one woman, Xue Ling, Yang Fan and Tang Wan.

"Brother, why are you back again?"

"We can't do anything about leaving our brothers to escape." Yang Fan is inhumane.

"Fear father, even if Wan'er dies, she won't leave you." Tang Wan said with infinite tenderness. Only hard-won love can be cherished more. This scene also made everyone sigh. How many confidants and brothers who sacrificed their lives to save them have it? Yang Fan, the thousand-faced silver fox, Xiao Ran, the demon master, and Xue Ling, the phantom swordsman, are all the best in the young people in the world. This monk and nun may not be their opponents.

"Wan'er, just look at it. My husband promised my father-in-law that as long as he still had a breath, he would not let others hurt you at all. Xiao Ran said with firm eyes. In the crowd, the man in a black cloak trembled. His familiar face and deep eyes once said so. Why did he forget it so quickly? Did he hurt him too deeply or did he have already given up? Is there no room for everything to recover?

Generally speaking, congenital masters will not compete with acquired masters, and now they have an advantage. Standing aside to watch the bustle, cats and mice still have to play, not to mention that there are no more than five innate masters in the field, so it is not easy to escape.

"There is no need for those who are about to die." The monk waved his knife and scratched at Xiao Ran. He directly cut a cut out of his clothes, followed by a hit on the waist. The two moves made tightly can see the depth of the skill. Xiao Ran avoided sideways and blocked it with a sword. Using the "starfire" move, the internal strength was transmitted to the other party's knife and suddenly gushed out. The monk suddenly shook, and the blood in his chest surged back two steps and suffered a dark loss.

"Come again!" The monk carried the ring knife again. Xue Ling stabbed the nun with three swords to prevent the other party from attacking Xiao Ran at the same time. Each swordsmanship changes in the middle, and each move contains four changes, which is really powerful. The left-hand sword is rare, not to mention that the weapon in Xue Ling's hand is a soft sword specially made in the cast sword villa, which is stabbed out with one move. No one knows where to fall, and martial arts can only be described as "stling".

The nun's sword "Galaxy suddenly fell" and stabbed straight over, and the tip of the sword tilted up slightly. She wanted to turn into a "Optimust Sky Pillar" to prevent Xue Ling's offensive. Unexpectedly, she was seen through by Xue Ling, and the soft sword suddenly bypassed its lower ribs from the middle. The nun suddenly retreated a few steps, and Xue Ling's seemingly stabbed swordsmanship suddenly changed and cut horizontally, directly cutting a cut out of the nun's waist. The soft sword turned a few corners, twisted into a snake-shaped sword body, and returned to normal.

Yang Fan stood four feet apart from the thin Taoist priest in a broad robe, motionless with each other. He moved slightly and rushed to the other party at the same time. Yang Fan's name of "Stealing Saint" is not in vain, and his light skills are comparable to the masters of the innate realm. He was as fast as a leopard, holding a pair of "seven golden dragon forks" and swept to the other side like lightning. The double halberd takes straight to the throat and kills it with one blow.

The old man didn't seem to expect that Yang Fan's light work was faster than the rumored, but he did not panic when he lost the opportunity. As soon as he raised his hand to block it, the robe on his arm was airless, like a pufferfish full of alarm. I don't know what material the Taoist robe is made of, and the "seven evil golden dragon halberd" that cut iron like mud can't penetrate. Lao Dao protected his neck with his left hand and inserted his right hand obliquely. A Taiji pusher pushed Yang Fan's body out. Jumping up in the air, "bracing and rubbing" two sounds, ejected two sharp weapons from the toes of the sole of the shoe and kicked Yang Fan.

The time for people to stagnate in the air is limited. Yang Fan calculated the landing point and was ready to wait for work. Unexpectedly, the other party's strength had been exhausted. Unexpectedly, his body turned around and unexpectedly ate his back. The hot pain seems to be contaminated with some poison. It is difficult for the three to distinguish the winner for a while. Mo Xianyun almost exclaimed several times for fear of Xue Ling's distraction. Originally, he wanted to complain about why Xue Ling didn't go to the Star Palace to find him, but he suddenly understood that he didn't want to be in danger and would rather hide from himself all the time. With his mouth covered, tears did swell in his eyes.

Ren Xiaoyao, Mo Aichen and Xia Ke, the former "Three Saints of the Devil's Gate" each led their disciples to stand on one side, forming two camps with the righteous people, each with their own thoughts.

"Do you still want to protect him in today's situation?" Ren Xiaoyao Road.

Mo Aichen looked at his daughter next to him and said, "Do your best."

"Do you think there is a chance of winning with so many masters?"

"No, that's why I have a try." Mo Aichen pointed to the direction of going up the mountain and said, "Don't you find that someone is coming?"

The master of gossip in the field listened attentively. Sure enough, two people were rushing to this side, and their kung fu was not low. How could the person who could attract Mo Aichen's attention be a nobody, at least with similar status? The situation in the field is unclear. Several people suddenly jumped into the field and attacked Xue Ling. They fell straight to the ground in mid-air, pulled out two mouths and foamed and fainted.

"Tang Wuya, what do you mean? Is it because he is your son-in-law to favor Xiao Ran?" Shen Gulan said dissatisfiedly.

Tang Wuya covered his mouth with a silk scarf and coughed twice, "There is nothing to say about normal martial arts competition. Isn't it my right way to attack?" Shen Gulan was unable to respond to these words.

"Who dares to hurt my life!" Before the people arrived, the voice came first. The majestic voice shocked everyone, and it actually used skills such as the lion roar of Buddhism. There are few martial arts using sound as a means of attack, and the other party will not make such a move as soon as he takes action. Everyone looked back, and a vague figure quickly swept towards the top of the mountain, followed by another immortal old man. However, the light power is worse and far behind.

I only felt a gust of wind blowing, and there was already a white-haired old man in the field. He dressed plainly and looked slightly angry: "Yang Fan, you little son of a bitch. If you don't know how to practice for a day, you will only cause trouble outside. Now you want me to wipe your buttocks. Do you owe it?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help swallowing their saliva. This seemingly inconspicuous old man turned out to be Yang Fan's master. Yang Fan is so good, then his master is not even more amazing. Anyway, he has to be a master of the innate realm. Another master who ignored the world appeared.

"Old man, don't be crooked if you don't help. It's as annoying as a fly. It's not right for you to die. I'd like to see who will give you an end. Yang Fan replied while he was against the old man. Everyone was speechless. What kind of master and apprentice is this? Yang Fan's habit of feelings is all learned from this old man.

"It's really a disgrace to me. Several incompetent characters have to pester for a long time." The old man said that he was going to do it. Ren Xiaoyao's figure moved and has stopped in front of the old man: "There is no need for us to intervene in the competition between the younger generation, so as not to be realistic."

"Ren Xiaoyao, among the five peerless light skills on the list, it seems that your "sky remnant demon shadow body method" is still after my "spiral nine shadow body method", can you stop it?" The old man said angrily.

"Uncle, what are the five unique light skills on the Tianji list?" A little monk asked curiously.