Chapter Eighty-Two: The Bronze Bell

"Auntie!" Shui Ling'er saw Xi Mutong appear, and she was overjoyed, knowing that she was saved. But he was afraid that she would hurt Jiang Nan Zimo, so he hurriedly said: "Auntie, Brother Jiang Nan is crazy, you wait until you ask him clearly!"

Xi Mutong smiled coldly and said, "You have a deep affection for your brother Jiangnan, people are going to take your life, and you are still helping him speak!" After saying that, he raised his hand, his palm had turned purple, and he was about to hit Jiang Nanjun's chest.

"Auntie, don't do it!" Shui Ling'er hurriedly stopped, and before the shout fell, he had already walked out of the lotus pond and walked backwards, and his body shook between the two.

Xi Mutong's palm was strong and fast, but he didn't expect him to insert it so recklessly, and hurriedly withdrew his palm in a hurry, so that he was not injured by mistake.

"Ling'er, what are you doing here?" she said, her eyes full of anger.

"Auntie, Ling'er, please ask your brother first, what if he is lost to his mind by some curse or trick?"

Xi Mutong said angrily, "Lost your mind, I think he lost your mind!"

Then he turned to Jiang Nanjun again, "Jiang Nan Zimo, according to the news I received, you have defected to the Demon Clan and returned to Elder Nanfeng to become the protector of the Demon Clan. Now that you have decided to be with the demons, from now on, you, a traitor to the Three Realms, will no longer be a human envoy, according to the Luoyin Zhuyu Immortal Law, today I will arrest you on behalf of the Three Realms and go back to trial!"

"Brother Jiangnan took refuge in Elder Nanfeng and became the protector of the demon clan? How is this possible?" Shui Ling'er was shocked, and her brain became as chaotic as the mist around her.

He looked at Jiang Nanjun again, and Xi Mutong's words were really heard, but he didn't argue a word, just put away the black gold knife with an expressionless face, pulled out the Yin Yan sword, and fought with her in one place.

Xi Mutong's Finger Sky Sword danced with purple light, and Jiang Nanjun's Yin Sword was like a red dragon going out to sea. When the two fought, the turbid fog in the Dragon's Tooth Void was disturbed and rolled up and down, scattering left and right, and the figures of the two people turned into two hazy outlines, which were followed by the fog and jumped rapidly.

"Auntie, Brother Jiangnan, why is this? Don't fight!"

Shui Ling'er shouted to make them stop, but they were not moved by him at all, but the fight became more and more intense. I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do, and I heard a strange and cold voice ringing in my ears: "Why?

Looking in the direction from which the voice came, a dry and lean old man in an earthy yellow robe in the fog rode a pitch-black monster that looked like a horse, not a horse, a deer and not a deer, and slowly came this way. The old man's eyes were sallow, his cheeks were deep, and his appearance was very ugly.

Xi Mutong was fighting with Jiang Nanjun inextricably, and when he heard Lao Dao's voice, his body trembled suddenly, and he was almost stabbed by him with a sword.

She dodged Jiang Nanjun's attack with a false move, and secretly said in her heart: "It's not good, it's Elder Nanfeng!" and then swept at Shui Ling'er with the corner of his eye, but he stood on the spot, unaware of the approaching danger. ”

She was anxious to repel Jiang Nanjun to save Shui Ling'er in a few moves, but Jiang Nanjun's Yin Yan sword was entangled in her and made it difficult for her to move.

At this moment, Elder Nanfeng untied a yellow, orange and orange bronze bell from his waist and began to shake it.

I don't know what kind of monster the bronze bell is, it looks small, but the sound of the bell is deafening. Coming into Shui Ling'er's ears, he felt that the sound was more like it was hitting his head directly.

It didn't take long for him to lose his support, and he was so shocked by the sound of the bell that his eardrums seemed to burst, and finally he fell to the ground with his head covered, screaming and rolling over and down. (To be continued.) )