Hearing the youth's order in white, the young man in black flashed a fierce light in his eyes, raised his fist and blasted away to the skinny old man.

"Oh!"

The skinny old man fisted back to resist. In the end, the young man in black was shaken back a few steps. The skinny old man stood on the spot without moving for half a minute, but immediately coughed violently.

"Come again!"

The young man in black was shaken back, his eyes flashed with anger, and he flew up again. His fists exhibited a set of boxing techniques. In the sound of thunder, he kept bombarding the dry old man.

"Bang, bang!"

After more than a dozen strokes, the body wounds of the skinny old man broke out. He was hit by a punch in the chest by the young man in black and fell into the living room with a moan, struggling to get up, and another cough!

"Brother, brother, now you are not even a late Yuan Ying opponent, what else do you use to fight me!"

Seeing this scene, the youth in white laughed loudly, with a bit of drama and sneer in the laughter.

At this moment, the figure flashed, and Zhou Yun appeared beside the skinny old man. He would pat his back gently, and asked with concern: "Master, are you all right?"

"I'm fine!" The skinny old man shook his head.

Immediately, Zhou Yun stared angrily at the young man in white: "Who are you and why do you hurt my master?"

"I'm your uncle." The youth in white played with the taste.

"My aunt, I don't have the ability to be such an uncle!" Zhou Yun spurned.

In this regard, the youth in white was not angry at all, and laughed: "Very well, your girl is somewhat temperamental, and is a bit like your waste master, but often the bigger the temper, the faster you die! "

On the contrary, the elder old man's expression changed slightly: "Master, why do you care about a younger generation?"

"Brother, I'll ask you again, will the Xuanqi Jing be delivered?"

"Sorry, your life is hard to break!"

"Okay, it looks like you want to stiffen your mouth!" The young man in white glared coldly: "Go, capture that woman, I'll see how hard his heart can be!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the figure in black appeared, he entered the living room and ran his hand like lightning, grabbing at Zhou Yun.

"Don't hurt my apprentice!"

The skinny old man was furious and fought with the young man in black again, but at this moment, another figure flashed straight and grabbed at Zhou Yun.

"Get away from me!"

Zhou Yun spit out a flying sword to kill the man, but the other side gave a scornful smile and pointed at the flying sword. Then the flying sword fell to the ground, and then she swept over to her, grabbing her shoulder, she just Trying to struggle, a powerful real yuan poured into her body, repairing her to seal.

Seeing the apprentice being arrested, the skinny old man couldn't help but keep his heart tight and wanted to save the apprentice, but the young man in black was very good at catching the fighter and deliberately let the skinny old man go, but when he left, he gave a full punch His back.

"Hmm! Hmm!"

The blood spilled into the sky, and the skinny old man's body fell to the ground like a runny sack, struggling a few times but failed to get up.

Seeing this, Zhou Yun was so timid and shouted sternly, "Master!"

Seeing this, the young man in black smiled proudly, walked to the old man who was lean and skinny, and lifted him by clasping his neck, sneer: "Old things, if you know it, hand over the mysterious sutra!"

The skinny old man didn't bother the young man in black, but looked at the young man in white: "Master, you can kill me, please don't hurt Yuner, she is innocent!"

"Since you care so much about your apprentice, why don't you hand over the Xuanqi Sutra?"

Just then, a young girl rushed out of the room and saw the scene in front of her, wondering, "Sister Zhou, what happened?"

"Waner, here has nothing to do with you, you quickly go back to the room!" Zhou Yun shouted.

"killed!"

A flash of murder struck the youth in white.

Suddenly, a master of Yuan Ying stepped out, raised his hand and pointed to Lin Waner's brows.

"Don't!" Zhou Yun shouted.

"Brother, don't kill her!" Shouted the old man.

puff!

Fingers cut through the void, and in a blink of an eye came to Lin Waner's brows, while Lin Waner stood stunned and had no ability to escape.

"court death!"

Suddenly, an angry voice sounded, and then the figure flashed, and Lin Waner suddenly had a boy beside him.

"Oh!"

With a soft whistle, the finger of that slaying finger was broken by a finger of the teenager.

The next moment, Song Yan looked coldly at the master Yuanying master and asked, "Is it your hand?"

"What about me?" The other person laughed dismissively.

"Then you die!"

Moan!

Jian Guang flashed, the body of the master Yuan Ying suddenly split into two halves, even the Yuan Ying in his body was no exception.

One Sword Kills Yuanyuan in the Middle?

Shocked? Surprised? Startled?

Seeing this scene, the audience suddenly became extremely quiet.

But Zhou Yun's face showed a hint of surprise: "Song son Song, please save my master!"

Looking back from the shock, the youth in white became extremely angry: "boy, you dare to kill my man!"

"So what?" Song Yan said lightly with his sword.

"I want you to lose your life, give me up and kill him!" The white youth roared.

"kill!"

Suddenly, with the exception of the two who controlled the dry old man and Zhou Yun, all the others launched an attack on Song Yong.

Taoism, magic weapon, sword qi, a brain attack came to Song Yi.

"dead!"

Reaching for Lin Wan'er's waist, Song Kun's figure disappeared in place.

The next moment, Jianguang flashed, and a master of the artifact ancestor Yuan Ying broke open and died.

The snoring sound continued to sound for the next few breaths.

And all the dozens of Yuan Ying masters who attacked Song Kun were all cut in half and died. Of course, none of them could escape.

"This?"

Seeing this scene, not only the skinny old man Zhou Yun was stunned, but even the young man in white looked at this scene stunned.

"Let them go, I will spare you two immortal, otherwise, your end will be the same as them!" Song Yan's eyes slowly swept over the young man in black and the master Yuanyuan who held Zhou Yun.

Hearing that, the two shivered subconsciously, and looked at the youth in white with their eyes.

The young man in white sneered: "Boy, you want to save people, I tell you to forget, you two, hurry and take them to me!"

"Go to death!"

There was no unnecessary nonsense in Song Yong, and he cut out a sword again.

The sword is dead!

In the next moment, the body of the young man in white was just like everyone else's, splitting in half.

"Oh my god!"

Seeing this scene, the two men who held the dry old man and Zhou Yun were frightened directly. The suzerain was a master in the middle period, but he was also killed by a sword.

Thinking of this, they quickly let go of the skinny old man and Zhou Yun, knelt down on the ground, and bowed their heads toward Song: "My son spares my life, spare my life!"

"get out!"

Song Yong said coldly.

"Thank you son, thank you son!"

Hearing Song Song's failure to kill them, the two were overjoyed and disappeared into the hall as soon as they were in shape.