Dragon blood bodyguard of the beauty president

Chapter 1777

Ying Xiaotian's complexion changed, he didn't expect there to be a disciple of the Jiang family hiding here?

Just now, his spiritual consciousness covered all directions, but he didn't even notice this disciple.

Looking at Ying Xiaotian, Long Fei held out the Jiang family sword in his hand, with a wicked smile on his lips, "I'm sorry, the head of the Ying family. Our patriarch has an order and we have to follow it. If you have any grievances, just go to the underworld to say Bar!"

Ying Xiaotian repeatedly raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, little brother, we have something to talk about. We, the winner, have never offended you before. If you kill me, you will be the enemy of the winner. What good will it do you? How about this, you put Your family head was killed. I will give you a fortune that will definitely be enough for you to use for a lifetime."

Jiang Xingchang yelled at him, "Damn, who do you think are my disciples of the Jiang family, do you do whatever you want?"

He looked at Long Fei, feeling really worried, and yelled at him repeatedly, "Jiang Hengyuan, I order you to kill Ying Xiaotian immediately. If you have made great achievements, I will definitely reward you heavily when I go back."

"Obey, Patriarch!"

Long Fei turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth, and slammed his sword, but instead of slashing at Ying Xiaotian, he wiped Jiang Xingchang's neck with his backhand.

This sword hides the Jiang family's secret technique.

There was a circle of tadpole patterns wrapped around it, and it crossed Jiang Xingchang's neck extremely fast.

Jiang Xingchang's pupils dilated, and he cursed loudly, "My boy, how dare you do that?"

He had been prepared for a long time, and raised his sword to the ground.

There was a bang, but it was shocked by the word "Jie" in Long Fei's sword energy, and the sound of Yuanshen bang, followed by blasting the body to pieces.

Jiang Xingchang's primordial spirit flashed a golden light and was about to escape.

Long Fei raised his hand to sacrifice a white pagoda, and suddenly covered his primordial spirit, taking his primordial spirit inside.

Jiang Xingchang hissed and roared in the tower, "Nizi, kill your tribe without permission, you will die!"

He never thought until his death that Long Fei would attack him.

His ring was taken away by Long Fei.

The head of the Ying family was shocked, he didn't expect Long Fei to attack so fiercely.

Knowing that Long Fei would definitely not let him go, he pretended to delay, and shouted at Long Fei repeatedly, "My boy, you have made great contributions to my victory. Tell me! Whatever you want, I will give it to you. "

With a movement of his palm, he suddenly shot a thunderbolt into his mouth, wanting to call in reinforcements.

The corner of Long Fei's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to point towards Storm Thunder Pill.

The elixir exploded with a bang, but it didn't burst into light of thunder and lightning. It was suddenly enveloped by the surrounding space, and disappeared into the night sky with just a flash of fire.

He smiled coldly at Ying Xiaotian, "Master Ying, what are you doing? I listened to you, but instead of being grateful, did you send a signal to kill me?"

The head of the winning family trembled and shouted tremblingly, "You, how do you know my winner's secret technique?"

Long Fei laughed loudly, "You mean the law of space? When did this thing become your winner?"

As he spoke, he disappeared into the night sky, before Ying Xiaotian's eyes.

Ying Xiaotian spat blood and held a long sword in his hand. The injured Yuanshen forcibly looked around, only to hear the sound of brushing.

As soon as his neck became hot, it flew up from his shoulders.

Ying Xiaotian didn't even have time to call out, but he was swept by a huge murderous aura all over his body.

With a bang, the flesh was scattered and shattered.

His primordial spirit was just about to escape when he was startled by the Da Shen spell in the sword energy.

The rumble sounded like a bronze bell, and it took a long time to slow down.

A Xuanhuang Pagoda descended from the sky, slamming his primordial spirit inside.

Long Fei took his ring, then disappeared into the night sky, and ran to the front yard to find his grandfather.

He had to have an alibi so no one would notice.

The disciples of the Jiang family and the disciples of the winner rushed here quickly. When they saw Jiang Xingchang's body and Ying Jiutian's head, they were so frightened that they yelled, "Patriarch?"

"The patriarch was killed!"

"We fight with the winner!"

"Kill, kill these Jiang family disciples!"

"..."

The two sides thought that when they were at the end of their strength, they saw the patriarch die tragically, and once again fought desperately together.

At this time, Profound Sky City was also in chaos, killing and screaming everywhere.

The streets and alleys are full of raging monsters.

All the disciples of Tianxuanzong came out, and the defenders in the city continued to fight with the monsters.

Jiang's house is narrow, Chu Feng and his group evacuated it, and robbed Xiao's house.

After the chaos broke out in the Xiao family slave farm, a large number of elite disciples all ran to arrest the escaped slaves.

The defense in the mansion was empty, so Chu Feng and the others took advantage of the chaos to evacuate all valuables.

The city was lively all night, and it didn't calm down until dawn.

The old Jiang family, headed by Jiang Zhenkun, retreated with the remaining disciples and returned to the Jiang family temporarily.

Both parties suffered heavy casualties, out of tens of thousands of Jiang family disciples, only less than seven thousand remained.

The winner had more than 5000 disciples, but only [-] remained in the end.

Along the way, gravel and rotten meat were everywhere.

From time to time, monsters roared in private houses, which immediately attracted a large group of people to kill these monsters inside.

Ye Qingtian, the city lord, issued a martial law order, strictly prohibiting any irrelevant personnel from walking on the street.

A large number of soldiers from the city defense battalion went to the streets and began to wipe out the remaining monsters and rebels on the streets.

Profound Sky City has been in operation for tens of thousands of years, and at the critical moment, the truth is revealed.

A large number of masters came out, and the resistance forces were unable to resist, and they were all beaten and fled.

A large number of monsters retreated into the primeval forest like a flood.

At dusk, the streets were basically quiet, only sporadic sounds of fighting could be heard from some places.

Jiang's house is solemn and solemn.

The beams of the main gate were covered with white lanterns and covered with white cloth.

The three wives of the patriarch Jiang Xingchang cried together, and the eldest wife was the saddest. Not only did her husband die, but her son also died.

Jiang Xingchang's vein was broken.

The power of the whole clan fell on Jiang Zhenkun.

He led a group of clan elders and disciples to stand in front of the ancestral hall. After paying homage to the dead clan chief and disciples, he shouted, "The winner has deceived others too much, and he must take revenge!"

"Vengeance Snow Hate!"

Long Fei stood behind, raised his arms and roared with red eyes, it was really grief and indignation, as if his relatives had died.

All the disciples behind raised their arms and shouted, "Revenge!"

"Vengeance Snow Hate!"

"Vengeance Snow Hate!"

"..."

Even if they didn't play enough all night, the hatred among the disciples of the Jiang family increased by three points.

Jiang Zhenkun took the lead and led a group of clan elders past among the disciples, followed by batches of Jiang family disciples, wearing white cloth on their heads and sackcloth, they went out and went directly to the winner.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are on Jiang Zhenkun. No matter what the reason is, he must show a tough attitude, so as to win back people's hearts and stabilize his position.

At the same time, a large number of winners' disciples also wore white clothes and held long swords, coming from the north to the south of the city.

They carried coffins one after another, and wanted to ask the Jiang family for an explanation.

(End of this chapter)