Lin Mo'er's stubborn eyes stared coldly at the figure whose eyes were closed and recovering with all her might, and she bit her lips lightly, as if she didn't want to admit something, but soon after, she finally sighed and muttered to herself.

"I ...... Not as good as him. ”

The low and inaudible voice did not let too many people hear it, only Sun Cheng and Liang Yu found that a certain little woman's mentality finally woke up from arrogance.

"Sneer~"

The sound of the flames beating continued, making people feel uneasy in the wind, and the various experiences of the Guiyuan Sect seemed to become a symbol, and I believe that many people will never forget what happened today.

Thousands of monks sighed, but at this time, the faces of the Six Great Masters and Lin Mo'er turned surprisingly solemn. There was no sense of relief after the catastrophe of the Great War, on the contrary, it was even more depressing.

"No, Xiang Ning is not dead. The old hand hidden in the sleeve of Xugu Zhenren shook slightly and exhaled softly.

Thousands of people heard this, and they all looked at the top of the Lingxiu that was almost destroyed.

"Peng~"

A figure burst out from the ground, standing proudly in the clear sky, his hair was messy, and the black light that came out was obviously extremely dazzling, and a white robe was now in tatters, and pieces of shocking blood stains dyed the white robe red, shooting out from the ground, and the white light of Yue Lujian's sword regained the blazing light not long ago.

"Hum~"

The radiance circulating on the surface of the body contracted rapidly under the huge pressure, condensed into one point, and then burst out with an unprecedented amount of energy.

"Boom~"

The figure roared □□ up, and the humming roar caused countless monks to retreat one after another, and the black flames flickering on the figure's body were finally dispersed by its powerful mana.

"Hum~"

Xiang Ning stepped into the air, and his blood-red eyes shot out two white rays, like two sharp blades swept towards the land dust on the black black clouds. The light of the blade was like a sharp flying sword cutting through the sky, producing a sneering tearing aura, as if the space had been torn in half.

"Whew~"

Lu Chen, who was sitting on the black clouds, did not move at all, and his divine sense controlled the black clouds to flash to the left, allowing these two sharp blades to attack, his face did not change, as if he had already known that there was such a scene, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it is worthy of being the true person of the Guiyuan Sect and the master of the late stage of Jindan, I can't imagine that Lu's Haokong Hammer still didn't kill your dog." ”

"Hmph~" Xiang Ning swung Yue Lu's sword, caused by anger, the sword light shot downward, and directly cut a boulder not far below into half: "Junior, you are too arrogant, the old man has been cultivating for more than two hundred years, how can you let you kill if you say kill." The old man has the heart to love talents, but you don't eat soft and hard, or not, today the old man will let you see the real strength of Jindan in the later stage. ”

When the words fell, Xiang Ning's body suddenly rose with momentum, the dazzling white light was so blazing that people didn't dare to look at it directly, his body was quickly wrapped tightly by a ball of pure white mang, Yue Lu Jian made a buzzing sound, and his body trembled violently, as if he felt the master's resolute murderous intent and unparalleled anger, and even showed a not weak momentum.

The mutation recurred, and everyone didn't expect that Xiang Ning still had the strength to fight again after receiving Lu Chen's full blow, and he didn't even seem to have suffered much damage.

Just when everyone was feeling sorry for Lu Chen, suddenly many people noticed that above the black clouds, the cold face suddenly bent into an imperceptible smile. The atria of the monks beating violently couldn't help but stagnate: that was clearly the expression of Chengzhu in his chest, did he still have a trick?

"Xiang Zhangjiao is seriously injured, I don't think it's much better, right?" The disdainful words snatched out of Lu Chen's mouth, and there was no fear.

Xiang Ning's heart moved, but he felt a trace of ominousness, but he really couldn't think of what else Lu Chen would be able to resist his next full blow.

Although he was seriously injured, it was more than enough to deal with a helpless Lu Chen.

"Killing, it's enough. Sweeping away the strangeness in his heart, Xiang Ning didn't take Lu Chen seriously at all, in his eyes, Lu Chen was already a dead man.

The white lightsaber shone out with dazzling light again, and Xiang Ning's robe swung and moved violently. As his footsteps moved, a thunderous sound sounded in the air. Yue Lu's giant sword suddenly transformed, and a huge sword shadow pointed at Lu Chen.

"Really?" didn't say anything more, Lu Chen just smiled treacherously, and his upper and lower lips touched slightly: "Do it~"