This sect is going against the sky

Yuan Xiao and Gong Lingshuang looked at the rain of guns hurling down the sky and covering the sky with extreme speed, and their faces could not help but show serious expressions.

As soon as the white horse came into contact with the gun rain, it was instantly smashed to pieces.

As the white debris fell, the spear was even more powerful, like a thousand arrows fired at once, directly pressing towards several people.

Seeing the sudden turn of the situation, little loli Qinghuan showed a look of joy on her face, and stuck out her tongue towards the few people below.

"Look at how arrogant you are!"

However, as soon as the words fell, a black shadow immediately shrouded behind him.

"Little girl, this thing is not suitable for you to show off here."

A thick and magnetic voice suddenly exploded in my ears.

Little Lolita Qinghuan's pupils widened "suddenly", before she could fight back, her neck suddenly tightened, and a big hand had already grabbed her neck.

She raised her head and looked back, and what appeared in front of her was a handsome, rough face of a middle-aged man.

Bei Mingyuan strangled her neck, quickly tapped her body a few times, and directly sealed her cultivation base.

Little Lolita suddenly looked like a deflated ball, her whole body was drained, and she looked very listless.

However, at this moment, she didn't know whether it was intentional or not, she let go of her hand, and the spear in her hand dropped directly towards the two flying towards the bottom, smashing it down.

Seeing the spear falling towards him, Yuan Xiao's eyes could not help but brighten.

At this moment, Bei Mingyuan swept his eyes and saw such a scene. Even though he was always calm and prudent, he couldn't help but swear at this time.

"damn it!"

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and just before Yuan Xiao touched the handle of the gun, he narrowly snatched the spear back into his hand.

Seeing that the fat that had already reached his mouth flew away, the joyful expression in Yuan Xiao's eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by an almost substantive anger.

"Bei Mingyuan, what do you mean?"

"Pavilion Master Yuan, I've taken a fancy to this long spear, you should choose something else." Bei Mingyuan's resolute face showed no emotion, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Yuan Xiao is still afraid of his strength. The former Beimingyuan was not easy to deal with. Now that he has the blessing of the emperor, his strength should not be underestimated. He can only suppress the indignation in his heart and try his best to say tactfully:
"Yuan has always believed in the character of Beiming Hierarch, but Beiming Hierarch's behavior is a bit unkind."

"I didn't agree to it before." Bei Mingyuan admired the spear in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but he continued: "Besides, this little thing was captured by me. It stands to reason that all the trophies should belong to me." This seat is the one, do I still have to ask for your consent?"

The last sentence was deliberately accentuated.

When Yuan Xiao heard this, his suppressed anger immediately rushed to Tianling Gai.

"Bei Mingyuan, don't bully people too much!"

Bei Mingyuan's move is obviously stepping on his face deliberately. Hunyuan Pavilion is located in the prosperous Zhongzhou, and has always been respected by strength. It is also an imperial power. In terms of wealth and strength, it is not inferior to Xuanming God Sect.

As the owner of the pavilion, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of the other party. The brief forbearance before was just because he wanted peace to be the most important thing, so as not to hurt both sides and make others cheaper. In his eyes, then he doesn't need to worry about anything.

As soon as the words came out, Yuan Xiao's figure suddenly turned into a series of double images, and rushed towards the direction of Bei Mingyuan.

The long knife in his hand slashed across, the bright light of the knife split Changye, and he fell down with incomparable momentum.

Bei Mingyuan watched the other party approaching extremely quickly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Where the spear swept across, the space distorted.

The sound of "Qiang Qiang" was endless, and the two sides fought dozens of rounds in the blink of an eye, and it was still hard to tell the winner.

"Bei Mingyuan, you son of a bitch, if you give you some sunshine, you will be brilliant. I don't want to be serious with you, do you really think of yourself as a person?"

At the same time, the swords and guns collided again, and the huge reaction force separated the two of them.

Yuan Xiao tightened his hand holding the long saber, urging his body to infuse spiritual energy into the long saber, and saw the saber light resplendent, and the majestic saber intent accompanied by the ray of imperial prestige that suffocated everyone. It is the center and spreads to the four fields.

"Emperor Soldier." Bei Mingyuan looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise.

But thinking about the identity and background of the other party, it became clear.

"The owner of the Hunyuan Pavilion is really hiding something!"

Yuan Xiao didn't care about his teasing at all, upon hearing this, he smiled coldly, and retorted: "The leader of Beiming is not too lenient."

As he said this, he looked at the other party with a fierce look in his eyes, his figure was as agile as a cheetah, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Bei Mingyuan couldn't help but become serious, and looked around.

The next moment, the air behind him suddenly stagnated, and the corner of the clothes moved slightly, a figure flew out of the void, the strong wind swept past, and only a stack of double images could be seen.

Bei Mingyuan didn't even have time to turn his head, frantically mobilizing the cultivation in his body, injecting spiritual power into the spear, and then the spear swept out obliquely.

"Chong!"

There was only a loud sound of metal and iron clanging.

Yuan Xiao was thrown away with the long knife, and the two of them had separated a little.

Just at this moment, the scream of a woman also sounded.

"what!"

The two turned their heads and saw that Gong Lingshuang was hitting little Lolita flying with his palm.

"Pfft~"

Little Lolita Qinghuan snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was lying on the ground like an abandoned rag doll, not moving at all, not knowing whether it was dead or alive.

"Little bastard, even the old lady dares to bite, it's too long!"

Gong Lingshuang was clutching her right arm, and she could vaguely see blood overflowing from her slender, white fingers, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

At this time, her beautiful eyes were full of hostility, and she didn't see the slightest bit of elegance in the past.

Xiaozheng Taixuancang dodged the old man's palm in embarrassment, turned his head to look, just in time to see the sudden change, his expression changed drastically.

"Green Ring!"

The person lying on the ground didn't respond, which made his heart sink.

Just as the old man continued to try to catch him with a gourd like a cat catching a mouse, he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of black flames.

Where the black flames passed, people couldn't feel any temperature, but a sense of coldness.

The place that was burned by it curled up inch by inch, as if the rice paper had been scorched by flames, forming a black vacuum around the old man.

"Nine Ming Karma Fire!"

Feng Zhengquan looked at the wonderful scene in front of him, and there was a hint of surprise and disbelief in his eyes.

The Nine Nether Karma Fire is a flame that only appeared in legends, and it is said that it only exists in the deepest layer of the underworld.