A holy hand weaving day, like a net pocket to cover Wei Zi.

She just looked at Ning Zongxiang and smiled. “Just in time, my patience... is also limited! ”

The voice had just fallen, and her fingers had swirled the strings.

Voice blade, full of flying swords.

Ning Zongxiang was incredibly colorful, and the evaluation of Muyan and the ancient qin was a little higher in his heart.

But his feet didn't move too slowly.

The figure moved like a phantom, avoiding all the sound blades.

But the others in the lobby are less fortunate.

Muyan's vocal blade this time is an indiscriminate attack on all sides.

Sound blades fly as fast as lightning, making it inevitable.

Ninghai and others couldn't get to know what was happening, so they felt a lot of pain, and there was already blood on their bodies.

Even the old lady lying on the ground was wiped over her head by a sound blade, and even her hair and scalp were cut off, screaming like a pig.

Moo-yan's fingers twisted slowly, slowly pausing the sound of the qin. “Master Ning's repair is really good. It looks like this move won't kill you! ”

“Are you trying to kill me with your little girl? ”

Ning Zongxiang looked like the best joke he'd heard. He looked up and laughed. “Little girl, my husband, you weren't born when I was crossing the Green Realm! Since you don't know what's good for you, I'll show you what it means to be really strong. ”

He laughed, but this time, he laughed completely out of his sight, but the chill went wild.

Obviously, this time he really moved the kill.

The voice just fell, Ning Zongxiang the whole person has risen up.

Almost at the same moment, throughout the hall, it seemed like a blazing flame had been ignited.

The furniture in the hall is just plain mahogany, and at such high temperatures, the furniture is spontaneously destroyed.

Ninghai et al. had been injured by Muyan's phonetic blade, but only by pain, anger and hatred.

At this time, he fled with fear, crawling and running.

“Oops, the owner is angry, come on... let's run..."

“The bitch is looking for death, dare to piss off the owner... if she can't live, don't let us bury her! ”

At the Ning family, everyone knows not to upset the owner.

Because the flames cultivated by the homeowners have never been extinguished, once fully implemented, the scorching fires will be out of control and the surrounding people, and even the entire Ning family, will be involved.

Ninghai and the others escaped, but the Madam slowed down a step.

Time, her hair, her clothes all burned.

“Help... help! Master, help me... help me..."

She had no time to escape and had to climb to Ning Zongxiang, reaching out to him.

“Master, save me for decades of following you and giving birth to your children... I don't want to die...”

The Lady jumped over to hold Ning Zongxiang's thighs, but Ning Zongxiang kicked her again.

At this moment, the fire tongue finally wrapped the Grand Lady around her body and completely swallowed her up in a terrible scream.

Mu Yan looked at the scene with cold eyes, and there was a new understanding of Ning Zongxiang's cold blood in his heart.

Even a wife who has been around for decades can burn at will. Such a person, more than a heart of iron stone, is not a human being.

But Ning Zongxiang's strength is powerful indeed.

It is completely incomparable with Ning Yuqing's unsightly grass bag.