"Ling'er, you're alright!"

Seeing Shui Ling'er escaping from the Easy Bell, Jin Shusheng and Qingqiu couldn't hide their surprises without worry. The other immortals understood what was going on, and they were also thunderous with joy.

In the Waterfall Enchantment, Elder Nanfeng was stunned by this mutation, and the color on his dry and thin face had become more ugly than his earthy robe.

"Jiang Nan Zimo, you useless thing, not only did you not complete the task of killing demon babies, but also ruined my Xiaoyao Bell! How the hell did you do it? ”

Jiang Nanjun saw that he was angry, his eyes flashed, and he hurriedly piled up helplessness on his face, and spread his hands and said: "The bronze bell is yours, and the bell hammer is also yours, I am just executing it on my behalf, how can you ask me about this?" ”

When Nanfeng heard this, he was even more furious and shouted: "Presumptuous! So far, as long as the people who have entered the Xiaoyao Bell, none of them have come out alive, although Shui Ling'er is a demon baby, but in the hands of you, the only person in the Six Realms who can kill the demon baby, how can it be possible to still survive after ringing the bell seventeen times? Not only that, but he was able to smash the top of the bell and escape alive, such a strange thing, didn't you do anything about it, how else can you explain it? ”

Jiang Nanjun looked aggrieved, looked incredulous, angrily threw the bell hammer to the ground, and said hurriedly: "Elder Nanfeng, you don't want to beat a rake!" Don't think about it, since I believed you on the northern slope of the canal, nothing good has happened! I followed your instructions and went to the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb to get the Jiaoqiu Sword, and after suffering and dying nine times, I got a useless scrap iron, I won't mention this embarrassment. Now for you, I have exhausted my internal strength, but not only did I not kill the demon baby, but instead made him look even stronger. My Jiangnan Zimo's century-old prestige was ruined in your hands like this, I don't ask you what your intentions are, but you suspect me of doing something? ”

As soon as the words fell, his pale face had been slapped by Nanfeng, and the demon Dao still didn't understand his hatred, and then hit him on the chest with his palm. The force of Feng Lei's palm was as fast as the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was pushed like a small pebble and flew away, and then fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of black blood.

"Stinky boy, you are so daring, dare to talk nonsense about the poor road like this! I believe that you didn't secretly do anything to help that water bell escape, but today's incident is all because you don't have enough skills and don't have the ability to kill him, I think you should really go back to your Jiangnan family and practice kung fu again! ”

After Shui Ling'er escaped from the bronze bell, Elder Nanfeng had reluctantly withdrawn the enchantment. The group of immortals standing opposite them, when they saw that the two of them failed to kill, began to accuse and complain to each other, and there was infighting, so they all laughed happily as if they were watching a farce. Only Xi Mutong and Shui Ling'er stood quietly on the side, looking indifferent, and secretly thought in their hearts, Jiang Nanjun's acting kung fu really has to be practiced well.

Jiang Nanjun seemed unwilling to accept the failure of the Xiaoyao Zhong, ignored Elder Nanfeng, got up from the ground, shouted angrily, raised the Yin Yan Sword and slashed at Shui Ling'er again.

Seeing that he still didn't give up, Shui Ling'er flipped his wrist expressionlessly, and after the purple light of the Pointing Heavenly Sword flashed, it sank into his arm with a "whoosh". Then his breath sank, falling from mid-air to the ground. When his feet were already on the ground, he turned sideways to use the fire forbearance technique, and only used three successful forces to suck Jiang Nanjun's sword-holding hand.

Jiang Nanjun had a fierce battle with Xi Mutong, and then hit the Xiaoyao Bell seventeen times in a row, it seemed that his body was soft, his strength was overwhelmed, and he was suction in the area, and as soon as the tiger's mouth was loosened, Yin Yanjian honestly broke away from his hand, and was sucked into his hand by Shui Ling'er, and at the same time he was pulled by the inertia of the sword flying, and fell to the ground with his face against the loess.

Xi Mutong watched from the sidelines, thinking it was really funny, but he couldn't laugh, and secretly said in his heart: "Jiang Nanjun, Jiang Nanjun, Yin Yan is a sword with spirits, and he only recognizes the master, how could he be sucked out of your hand by Ling'er so lightly with three layers of skill?" What are you doing so at the expense of being misunderstood by the whole world, risking danger alone, and seeking skin with tigers? ”

Seeing that he was really exhausted and was already vulnerable, Elder Nanfeng just stood there and shook his head, but no longer helped. He thought to himself that this person was an ordinary man after all, so he was so useless.

In the dragon tooth mirror, the general trend of the loose bell has gone, and no matter how much love and war is useless, Elder Nanfeng weighed it, and had to decide to re-plan after going back and make a new plan to kill Shui Ling'er, so he coldly threw down a sentence: "Today is the end of the day, and you will wait for the old man to appreciate the majesty of the old man another day!" ”

After calling the monster, he dragged Jiang Nanjun and jumped on the back of the beast together, and then rolled up a puff of smoke and walked away. (To be continued.) )