There was a deafening explosion, countless red light flames flew in all directions, Murong Qingshui happened to be in the center of the burst, and the penetrating power of the high-speed rotation of the flame cloud cone seemed to be devastating, causing Murong Qingshui's body protection cover to glow with a halo of ripples.

In fact, the black-robed old man's secret attack and killing is not despicable, it can be described as a cultivator, and he is treacherous!

Looking at Murong Qingshui, who was wrapped in flames, the black-robed old man exhaled deeply, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze before it could expand. Because of the corner of his eye at this time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing not far from the left, and the long sword in his hand had been slashed out of the air without warning.

This amazing sword seems to be imaginative, and the antelope hangs its horns, and there is no trace to be found. In the next second, a little purple star was already in the blink of an eye.

When the black-robed old man was shocked, a dazzling purple star was less than a foot away from the front door, and he couldn't raise his spear to block it, but he could only fly back sharply with his spear upside down, and the sharp spear blade pulled out a string of sparks on the ground, drawing a long crack. A little purple star is like a shadow, like chasing a soul and chasing life.

The black-robed old man who was flying back suddenly burst out with an angry shout, his body turned around, and the man and gun were one, instantly turning into a blood-colored red light, as if coming from the depths of the clouds in the sky, cutting through the obstacles of space, and head-on towards Murong Qingshui, who was chasing after him.

The Jedi counterattack of the Spirit God Realm was indeed extraordinary, and the entire attack process was completed in one go, as if it were flowing smoothly, dazzling, and overwhelming.

Murong Qingshui, who was in pursuit, suddenly felt that his eyes were empty, and the enemy was lost, and when he was slightly startled, a blood-colored red light struck at him, even if he calculated that his sword speed was fast, he was no longer able to defend at this time.

The blood-colored gun shadow is like a snake, the angle and direction of each shot are different, each shot is murderous, the cold glow blooms, and it is difficult to distinguish which shot is the real fatal blow.

There's no time to patiently discern between the real and the fake, because every flash of fire can kill you. Fiction is reality, and reality will become virtual in an instant.

At this time, Murong Qingshui only needed one misjudgment, and he would be burned by the dang hole. Therefore, she chose to lower her eyebrows and close her eyes, not to be confused by the shadow of the gun, her heart is like water, there is nothing, her mind is clear, and it is naturally difficult to hide.

The trajectory of the opponent's spear was clearly presented in her spiritual consciousness, and the next moment, she finally moved, and a sword slashed out obliquely, like a thunderous explosion, fast to the extreme, and dozens of changes were also born, through the opponent's heavy flame gun shadow, a little cold star pointed directly at the other party's door.

Before the sword arrived, the sword qi flickered, and went straight to the center of the eyebrows of the black-robed old man. At this time, it was too late to try to return the gun to block, and there was not even time to dodge and dodge.

Poof! A muffled sound came out, Murong Qingshui's sword blade was weirdly rebounded and collapsed, and in front of the black-robed old man, a blood-colored shield phantom was erected at some point, looking fiery red and translucent, and there was a blood-colored halo on the surface of the shield flickering and circulating.

Despite this, there was still a sword mark on the wrist of the old man in black holding the gun, and drops of blood were spilled from the void.

Murong Qingshui's fatal blow was bounced away by the blood-colored light shield, and the black-robed old man completely ignored the wrist injury, and flashed a hundred shots in one go, like a rain of fire and meteors.

Bang Bang Bang!

In an instant, the shadows of the guns in the air were vertical and horizontal, the sword qi was like a rainbow, the guns and swords kept colliding, and an incomparably piercing explosion caused the air to ripple like water waves with countless ripples.

Every time the gun and the sword hit, the black-robed person will feel a strong shock, and a wisp of cold energy will be transmitted from the palm of the gun through the body of the gun, and the arm, a burst of numbness makes the hands holding the gun tremble, and the intuition is a little unbearable, and he almost wants to get out of his hand.

Murong Qingshui is free, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the sword and sword force the opponent to resist hard, block a sword, take a step back, resist a sword, take two steps back.

The old man in the black robe became more and more frightened the more he fought, his heart was terrified, his vest was already soaked, except for trying his best to block, in the end, he couldn't even hand out a shot, and if he continued like this, he would definitely lose.

The heart is horizontal, the feet are in the air and the whole body is like a destringed arrow rushing to the sky, crossing a graceful arc in the air, the gun in the hand is swinging, all the remaining spiritual power is poured into the gun body, a layer of faint blood-colored red light flickering and flowing, spraying out the tip of the gun, swallowing uncertainly.

A blood-colored red light seemed to tear through the air from the depths of the sky, leaving a trace of crimson blood.

Murong Qingshui's starry eyes shrank suddenly, and his condensed gaze firmly locked on the blood-colored red light that rushed in, raging and violent, and the strong evil qi was surging, making people's scalps tingle and hairs standing on end.

A touch of solemnity flashed in his eyes, Murong Qingshui retracted his indifferent posture, his whole body aura changed suddenly, and his whole body was like a sharp sword ready to be unsheathed, and his cold momentum was better than the snow in the harsh winter.

The blood-colored red light of the spear blade poured out, and from top to bottom, it flashed fiercely towards the place where Murong Qingshui was standing......

Facing the endless power of this earth-shattering shot, Murong Qingshui slowly drew a sword, as if pulling the weight of a thousand catties, and drew an arc extremely slowly.

The domineering and violent blood-colored spear blade instantly pierced everything, and was about to tear and shatter the arc and smash the phoenix's nest, but it was suddenly wrapped and entangled by a mass of silky energy, and the heavy obstacles made it difficult to advance an inch, and the powerful and violent blood-colored red light kept spitting and trembling in the soft arc, and burst open, making a sound like the sky and the earth cracking.

The black-robed old man's all-out shot collapsed, as if he had encountered the impact of a whirlwind of strength, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, his heart was discharged, his spiritual power collapsed, and his entire body suddenly fell from the air completely out of control.

The whole thrilling fight is a long story, but it only takes a breath to end. The black-robed old man spurted blood from his mouth, and fell upside down from the air on his head and feet.

It's just that all this happened too fast, and when everyone was shocked, they wanted to help, but they were powerless, and they could only open their eyes and watch the tragedy happen. Ten meters, five meters...... The black-robed old man fell down like a meteorite, three meters ...... Less than a meter from the hard ground......

Countless people stared in astonishment, opened their mouths in shock, and suddenly saw a purple cloud suddenly rise from nothingness, gently supporting the body that fell sharply.

The purple cloud was as soft as nothing, like silk, gently wrapping the body of the black-robed old man, and slowly landed on the ground.

Bang! The black-robed old man's body slammed to the ground, and he couldn't stop kicking...... retreated more than ten meters, and finally couldn't help but stumble and sit on the ground.

Whew! Everyone exhaled heavily, and the black-robed old man was trying his best to support his embarrassed figure, when his eyes were suddenly soaked in a cold light, and then he suddenly felt a chill in his throat. A sword, two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wings, the cold tip of the sword trembled against the throat, a little force, it was bound to splash blood on the spot.

"Stop!"

A majestic and domineering voice resounded, the purple clouds dissipated, and a man in a purple robe stood in the void with his hands in his hands, and the dark golden dragon pattern loomed on his purple robe. A square face, three long beards hanging down his chest, and countless stars in his eyes seemed to be flickering and disappearing, as deep as an abyss...... This person is none other than the Crape Myrtle Peak Lord who has been hidden in the attic, Zi Tianxing!

"The old man did his best!" his voice was hoarse and low, as if he was squeezing out of the throat of the black-robed old man, wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and standing up with the barrel of a gun on the ground, his face showing a heroic and sad look. He never thought that he would lose to a junior, but no matter how thick-skinned he was at the moment, he had to admit that he did lose, and he lost so completely that he couldn't even find a reason to talk about comfort.

Murong Qingshui returned his long sword to the sheath, looked up at the purple star standing in the void, his red lips squirmed slightly, and he stopped talking, and finally let out a light sigh under the gauze scarf mask, and then turned around and left in white clothes.

Standing in the void, Zi Tianxing looked at it as if he was unconscious, and a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss swept over the bodies of everyone in Tianwailou one by one, just a glance made people feel like a knife cutting a sword, which was enough to show that the cultivation of this crape myrtle peak master had reached an unfathomable realm, and people could not afford the determination and courage to fight with it.

seemed to be able to penetrate all the gazes, and finally fixed on Lu Suifeng, and said lightly: "You old guys, don't worry, the old man will not break his word and get fat, and laugh at the world." It's just that the revenge of killing his son is still in his heart, how can he let go of his father. The old man can not pursue the people in Tianwailou from now on, but ...... ＂

"Stop!" Lu Suifeng suddenly snorted coldly; "Don't say those words that are not nutritious, don't you just want to fight me! ＂

"Yes! It's easy to deal with smart people. Zi Tianxing said coldly: "This is a world where the strong are respected, if the old man loses, it will be in vain to mention revenge." Isn't it?"

"That's right!" Lu Suifeng said thoughtfully: "I just don't know if you want to win or lose this battle, or fight to the death?"

"This battle has nothing to do with anyone! if you win, you can leave safely, and if you lose, you will die!" Zi Tianxing said coldly, and there was a resentful murderous intent flashing in his deep eyes. Although he couldn't kill the people of the Tianwai Building in one fell swoop, if he could kill the Tianwai Lou Lord, he could barely calm the anger of revenge in his heart.

Lu Suifeng naturally knew what the other party was thinking, and pouted disapprovingly: "Even if you fight for life and death, in order to protect yourself, you must go all out, if you are not careful, you will be sent down to Huangquan, what should you do? Of course, this possibility is very small, but everything is a case." You must know that the fall of a peak master will inevitably cause turbulent waves in the holy mountain, but it is not something that my small Tianwailou can bear. ＂