My Super Estate

Chapter 1322 The Heirs of the Murong Family

"Xiao Zhenlong, get me out."

At the auction, after the soul grass successfully auctioned the sky-high price, afterwards, it was the innate god medicine-the innate creation fruit.

It was when the audience was all excited, and suddenly there was a violent shout from outside the door.

boom……

The people here are very impolite, or more precisely, very unfriendly. As the most top-level guest room of Yuelai Inn, the one-door courtyard is specially open to martial arts people. The sound insulation ban is very good. In general, The outside world can't disturb the small courtyard.The gate of the small courtyard is made of a very precious treasure of heaven and earth, and there is a strong prohibition on it to ensure that the residents of the small courtyard will not be disturbed by anyone.

However, the gate of the small courtyard has been used by people with strong force, and it is directly kicked open, and even flew far away.

From the gate, a white man came out, followed by a boy with a sword behind him.

"It's you?"

Seeing the person coming, Xiao Zhenlong's face flashed a trace of surprise, and soon this strange look was replaced by anger.

"Murong Nanfeng, what do you mean damn you?"

Murong?

Wang Yang smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He remembered it, after Wujie, besides the Northern Heaven King, there was also a Southern Murong.According to legend, these two royal families have never dealt with each other. The descendants of each generation will certainly compete with each other. All along, they have been talked about by the martial world.

Could it be that this white man is Nan Murong?

So, it might as well look at the excitement.

Having made up his mind, Wang Yang was unmoved.

"Murong Nanfeng, today you will not give me an explanation, I will kill you today."

Xiao Zhenlong's face was full of anger, and his black hair was windless and automatic, and a sturdy power was naturally distributed.

Looking at such Xiao Zhenlong, Wang Yang's eyes lit up.

The human face, the bark of the tree, the warrior is looking at that qi.

Qi is strong, and Xinsheng is strong.

This qi is one's own momentum, and it is a collection of true spirits and spirits.

Although it is only a momentum, Wang Yang can see that this Xiao Zhenlong has a bit of the appearance of the Northern Heaven King.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

With that said, Murong Nanfeng took the lead.

It seems that the rumors are true. The South Murong, the Northern Heaven King, and the two royal family descendants are always fighting each other.

This Murong Nanfeng, with one shot, is an absolute killing move, and with a sword stabbing, it is directly stabbing towards the heart of Xiao Zhenlong.

This is a killing sword. The powerful sword power directly locks Xiao Zhenlong's up, down, left, and right, so that he can't avoid it.

It can be said that even the most top-notch master on the rivers and lakes, under such a sword, it is impossible to escape.

However, such a sword met his opponent today.

Xiao Zhenlong is also not the so-called first-class masters.A successor of the Northern Heaven King, in the face of such a dangerous sword, did not shirk, but just raised his palm with one hand, and shot it toward the mortal sword.

Even Wang Yang, after seeing this trick, had to cry well.

boom……

The sword of Murong Nanfeng seems to be the indestructible spear, and the palm of Xiao Zhenlong is the strongest shield that can withstand all the spears in the world.

Is the strongest shield stronger or the invincible spear stronger?Even if it was Wang Yang, for a time, it was a little indistinguishable.

Strong palm strength, incomparable with the terrible Jiangang, tit for tat.

Between the two, it turned out to be the most fundamental competition.

puff……

Suddenly, without warning, the Murong Nanfeng turned out to be spraying blood in his mouth, and was hit hard by the competition.

"Go die!!"

Spouting blood in the mouth, the breath is naturally messy, and Jian Jin is not agglomerated. In the competition, Xiao Zhenlong suddenly seized the opportunity, and the spitting in the palm of the Jin Dao directly pushed back the powerful sword Jin, toward the south wind of Murong. Counterattack.

Although Murong Nanfeng did not retreat, but the sword in his hand, the curvature has become increasingly larger.

Finally, Murong Nanfeng still couldn't stand it, and the whole person flew towards the entrance of the small courtyard.

puff……

The breath was erratic and the blood was turbulent. Murong Nanfeng couldn't resist the domineering Dragon's Palm. The man was still in the air, and another blood spouted out.

Good fellow, Murong Nanfeng deserves to be worthy of Murong Nanfeng. Although he was beaten with blood and vomited, his reaction was not slow. His fighting spirit was not weakened at all, his figure was extremely fast, and the sword in his hand , Turned into a terrible sword arc, stab toward Xiao Zhenlong's chest.

It turned out that he wanted to use his powerful speed to attack Xiao Zhenlong again with the sharpness of his sword.

Xiao Zhenlong dared to use his fear of the palm of his hand to pick up the sword in Murong Nanfeng's hands, but he never dared to use his chest to pick up such a sword.

Obviously, in terms of speed, Xiao Zhenlong is slightly inferior. For a time, even though he possessed the palm of the world, he was still suppressed by Murong Nanfeng at an extremely strong speed.

Although there is not much danger, the rhythm of the battle has been lost from his hands.

If there is no change, perhaps, if not for a long time, under the pressure of Murong Nanfeng, it will be directly smashed across the board.

Good guy, it is worthy of being the heir to the Northern Heavenly King. He is not in danger, calm and unhurried, even if it is around the upper, lower, left and right, all are dense sword nets. , Directly blocking all attacks.

The so-called long-term must be lost.

It seemed that even Xiao Zhenlong could hardly escape such a strange circle. Under the continuous attack of Murong Nanfeng, there was finally a sword that made Xiao Zhenlong unable to defend.

"Ah, die!!"

An opportunity to wait for it, Murong Nanfeng will never miss it.Tingjian came towards the Xiaozhen dragon thorn.

kill!!

People are astonishing, swords are like meteors.Carrying the belief in victory, and with all his strength, he shot towards the head of Xiao Zhen.

If this sword was stabbed, no one believed that Xiao Zhenlong would survive.

This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was finally seized by myself. Murong Nanfeng's heart flashed a burst of pleasure, and even, he had even made up his mind that this time, he must kill this king of bastards with a sword.

This sword, as if it were, was a scythe of death, with a breath of hell, just to lock the soul of a hero on earth.

It seems that even Xiao Zhenlong has already defaulted, or even given up resistance.

All this seems to be that there is no chance of any change.

Even Murong Nanfeng's face had a sincere smile on his face.

just……