Zhuo Bufan frowned. Could it be that Ning Xu came to help again?
"break!"
Suddenly, a blood-colored sword light flashed over, and only said that the flag inserted in the array's eyes was cut into two pieces. The white mist surrounding him suddenly retreated like a tide, revealing the appearance of the original valley.
I saw a young man wearing a white long gown with long black hair coming.
The young man was about twenty-five years old, with a face as beautiful as a crown and jade, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a touch of feminine aura.
"Mr. Ning, what's going on?" Wei Zeyu was shocked.
The formation was broken, and they were not Zhuo Bufan's opponents, and now they have lost their advantage.
"Ning Xuan, haven't you gone out for a trip? Why did you come here?" Ning Xuan stared at the other party, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Young Master, I know you are here for Juling Peak and I'm going to come back to help you." Ning Xuan's mouth curled up with a light curve and smiled like a spring breeze.
Ning Xu frowned and said, "I think you are not here to help me, right?"
Wei Zeyu felt a little bad premonition in his heart.
Zhuo Bufan stood with a sword, not knowing whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend, so he could only wait and see what happened.
"Young Master, because you are a legitimate child and I am a illegitimate child, I have given you all the resources of the Hehuan Sect, but you are still so useless." Ning Xuan said, and his smile disappeared, revealing a cold look.
"Ning Xuan, what do you want to do?" Ning Xuan's pupils contracted slightly.
Ning Xuan did not reply to him, but instead looked at Zhuo Bufan and bowed, "You must be the master Shadow Killer who is famous in the underground world. I have some grudges with Ning Xuan. Today I will help you with my senior."
Zhuo Bufan looked at him coldly and nodded.
Zhuo Bufan is now physically injured and has been pressing him with his true energy. If he drags him down, Hehuan Sect or Qinglong will help others chase him, and he may feel even more uncomfortable.
"Okay, Ning Xuan, you really dare to betray me. When you return to Hehuan Sect, you will see the elders deal with you like this." Ning Xuan said with his eyes rippled.
Ning Xuan pinched his hand and found that a three-foot long sword behind him was unsheathed. The sword was about two fingers wide, pointed and narrow, and the whole body showed a bright blood color, as if it was made of a piece of blood-colored jade. There seemed to be a trace of blood squirming and flowing in the blood sword, emitting a terrifying blood light.
The flying sword flew up and directly collided with the yellow sword broadsword in the air, making a fierce impact sound.
"Master Ying Killing, Ning Xuan is handed over to me, and the other one is left to you." Ning Xuan said to Zhuo Bufan, and then focused on controlling the Blood Sword and fighting Ning Xuan.
Zhuo Bufan took a look and then withdrew his gaze.
The other party controlled the blood sword like a sword immortal. In fact, his own essence and blood were included in the blood sword. After countless sacrifices and refining, he was like a commanding arm.
Although Zhuo Bufan disdains this kind of magic, the magicians on Earth can master this kind of magic, and they are not very old and are also talented geniuses.
"Young Master Ning." Wei Zeyu saw Ning Meng reaching a deadlock, his pupils contracted slightly, showing a look of fear.
Even if he and Ning Xuan join forces, they can't do anything to Zhuo Bufan, not to mention that he is the only one facing Zhuo Bufan now.
Zhuo Bufan took back the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, clenched his fists, pulled out a series of sonic booms, and rushed towards Wei Zeyu. The golden fists were carrying the light tail. Wei Zeyu gritted his teeth, and his true energy was raised in his body to fight with Zhuo Bufan.
The two of them were too fast. If an ordinary person was present, they could only see a blue light and a golden light colliding with each other.
Ten seconds later, Zhuo Bufan had already smashed dozens of fists on Wei Zeyu's body. Although Wei Zeyu had soft armor to protect his body, Zhuo Bufan's fist carried the gravity of a mountain, which made Wei Zeyu retreat step by step. The qi and blood in his body were boiling, and a dazzling blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Shadow Kill, can we stop? I promise that the Qinglong Gang will never cause trouble for you again!"
Wei Zeyu flew out again, smashed on the ground, smashing a big pit, and dust spread everywhere.
"You want to kill me, but now that I can't beat me, I'll let you go. Is this the truth in the world?" Zhuo Bufan said coldly, punching him out.
The golden fist was printed through the air, bringing out a golden tail, hitting Wei Zeyu's chest. The force of the fist penetrated the chest and back. Wei Zeyu's face showed a look of pain, spider-like blood, and the surrounding ground cracked like spider-silk.
Wei Zeyu covered his dent chest, "Xing Kill you, if you kill me, my dad will definitely avenge me!"
"Then I'll wait for him." Zhuo Bufan said, and a wind blade swung away.
Wei Zeyu died.
Zhuo Bufan took out the soft armor from Wei Zeyu's body. The soft armor was about one centimeter thick, very light and soft, with green radiances shining. "It was indeed made of scales on the dragon's body."
And at this time.
The battle between Ning Xuan and Ning Xuan also entered the exhaust gas. The blood sword controlled by Ning Xuan had a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, which was obviously very barely.
However, several cracks had appeared on Ning Zhu's golden broadsword. The blood sword hit him again. The golden broadsword finally couldn't stand it and completely collapsed, turning into a broken sword talisman and landed on the ground.
Ning Xuan saw Wei Zeyu dead in Zhuo Bufan's hands, covered his chest and stared at Ying Sha and Ning Xuan and said, "You guys go far today."
After saying that, Ning Xu pinched and found out, the wind suddenly broke out in the valley. Ning Xu turned around and ran outside.
"Young Master, do you still want to leave?"
Ning Xuan shouted loudly, pinched his hands and found that the blood sword in the sky made a light sound, and the blood flowing from the blood sword turned into blood lines and wrapped around the blood sword, and then quickly caught up with Ning Xuan.
The blood on the blood sword fell like drizzle, wrapping Ning Shu one by one, like binding rice dumplings to trap Ning Shu.
"Ning Xuan, if you kill my elder and my father, you will never let you go." Ning Xuan said with a hint of panic on his face, and he said with a harsh look on his face.
Ning Xuan covered his chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Ning Xuan and said, "Young Master, just because you are his legitimate son and I am just a concubine, so you and your mother killed my mother. If the Great Elder had not accepted me as a true disciple, I would have died in your hands."
"Ning Xuan, if you kill me now, my father will definitely know." Ning Xuan shouted loudly, with a look of fear on his face.
Because the blood stranded on him penetrated into his body, he was constantly extracting the power and blood from his body and transporting it to the blood sword suspended above his head.
"There are formation fluctuations here. I believe my father and grandpa shouldn't know that I killed you." Ning Xuan said this, clenched his palms, and the blood in Ning Xuan's body was absorbed by the Blood Sword, with an expression of incomparable pain on his face.
In less than half a minute, Ning Yun's whole body was like a leaking balloon, constantly shriveling.
"Ning Xuan, you dare to kill Ning Xuan!" At this moment, a phantom appeared above Ning Xuan's head.
The phantom was very blurry and I couldn't see clearly what he looked like. Ning Xuan frowned: "Father, you forced me all this."
After saying that, Ning Xuan pinched a magic trick with both hands, and a sword light dragged out, slashing the shadow into nothingness. (To be continued)