"Mr. Su, I'm really sorry that you have been troubled by this incident."

Nangong Xun turned around, and Nangong Lingqing's weak voice sounded slowly.

Su Ning shook his head slightly. He knew in his heart that he was involved in this matter not because of Nangong Lingqing, but because Ding Ling asked him for help on behalf of the Ding family, and the organization knew about this matter, and wanted to cut off future troubles. .

"Thanks to all of you this time, otherwise, the two of us brothers might end up here."

"However, the battle is fierce right now. If you have anything to say, let's wait until all the dust settles!"

Suning and Jiang Bailin slightly bowed their hands towards Nangong Xun and Nangong Jin, and then they moved and turned into two rainbow lights, joining the battle in Taikun City.

In the sky above the mountains, under the continuous attacks of Yin Zhuo and Nangong clan, the black envoy retreated again and again, and the traces of divine brilliance radiating from his body seemed to dissipate.

"Damn it!"

In a daze, Yin Zhuo pierced through Hei Shi's shoulder, Hei Shi's arm slowly fell from the air, and a streak of bright red blood spilled from the air.

In the depths of the distant mountains, Tajir's figure stood in the void, watching the battle between the black envoy and the Nangong clan with a cold expression.

"The Nangong family is indeed one of the four ancient imperial families."

In the void, Tajir's voice sounded slowly. After saying that, Tajir moved his wrist, and a ray of black mist like a thin needle flashed past and sank into the void.

The divine power in Heishi's body has completely dissipated, and the sequelae caused by the secret technique gradually appeared. His face gradually turned pale, and the spiritual source in his body was almost exhausted. The powerlessness in his body made him unable to communicate with the Nangong clan. Many elders are fighting, and at the same time, there is no possibility of escape.

Thinking of what will happen after falling into the Nangong Clan, under the broken mask of the Black Envoy, a gloomy look gradually revealed. He thought that he would have the power to fight the Nangong Clan by relying on the secret method to advance to the middle rank of God Rank , but did not expect that the Nangong clan would lead the team as the Great Elder Nangong Jin, nor did they expect that the Nangong clan would send such a large lineup for Nangong Lingqing.

The black envoy covered the wound on his broken arm and let out a self-deprecating laugh. In the end, it was because he underestimated the enemy that he led to the tragedy of this incident.

Nangong Jin galloped with the sword, and slowly came to the front of the black envoy, looking at him indifferently, suddenly, a wave in the void made Nangong Jin's heart tighten.

"not good!"

As soon as the words fell, in the void in front of the black envoy, a thread of black mist the size of a needle flashed past, and after penetrating the black envoy's eyebrows, it sank into the void again.

In front of many elders of the Nangong clan, the black ambassador's pupils gradually dilated, a trace of bright red blood overflowed from the center of his brows, and his body fell weakly.

On the dilapidated city hall square, Michelle Weiser left Nangong Jin and others in the air, seeing that they hadn't noticed him, he quietly approached the crowd in the melee, wanting to take this opportunity to escape from here .

The wisp of black mist that killed the black envoy suddenly shot out from the void not far behind Michelle Wieser. Michelle Wieser noticed something strange coming from the void behind him, but the speed of the black mist was so fast that it made He couldn't dodge. After piercing through the back of Michelle Weize's neck, the black mist sank into the void again, disappearing without a trace.

Tajir stood in the void, moved his wrist, and absorbed the black mist into his body. The corner of his mouth curved up, and his figure disappeared suddenly. In the void, Tajir's laughter echoed and gradually dissipated.

"Divine Sword Art! Four Swords into One!"

Su Ning shouted loudly, and a lightsaber carrying a vast spiritual source went straight into the sky. In an instant, in the sky where everyone was, a black thundercloud gradually appeared, and in the clouds, thunderbolts as thick as the mouth of a bowl emitted bursts of thunder. With the sound of booming, people in the distance of Taikun City looked at Suning standing under the thundercloud, like a god of war.

As Suning swung the God-killing Sword in his hand, one after another purple divine thunder fell from the thundercloud, carrying an extremely violent force, as if it was about to tear the entire sky, countless thunder and lightning struck everyone in the field. Faceless mimics the tops of human heads, blasting them into dust.

"Fuck, this... where did this man of God come from! He can actually communicate with the power of heaven and earth!"

"Wow, so handsome!"

...

Surrounding Suning, people in mechas stood in the air, looking at Suning with eyes full of admiration and admiration. The disciples of the Nangong clan were also stunned. After fighting hard for a long time, they finally gave these The ghosts are all gone.

Under the thundercloud, Suning raised his eyebrows slightly. In order to prevent any fish from slipping through the net, Suning unfolded his consciousness, and with the cooperation of Hill, carefully explored every corner of the battlefield.

After a while, Suning withdrew the divine consciousness that was emitted, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. These faceless anthropomorphic human bodies must be fake Ding Ling's anthropomorphic human bodies. Difficult to deal with hazards.

Holding a black iron sword in his hand, Jiang Bailin slowly came to Suning's side, smiling slightly.

"Su Ning, did you hear that, this move of yours has recruited a large number of fans!"

Su Ning turned his head away and rolled his eyes at Jiang Baiphos.

Nangong Xun supported Nangong Lingqing, Yujian floated in the air, and looked at Suning in the direction of Taikun City with a surprised expression.

"What is the origin of this kid? He has the strength to transform into a mortal realm, and he can actually communicate with the power of heaven and earth."

Nangong Lingqing at the side recovered some strength and smiled slightly.

Over the mountains in the distance, the disciples of the Nangong clan were still struggling with the faceless anthropomorphic body. Nangong Xun glanced at his disciples, then at Suning and Jiang Bailin, and shook his head helplessly.

The Great Elder Nangong Jin stood in front of the other elders with a heavy face. He originally wanted to capture the black envoy alive and extract some useful information from him, but he did not expect that the members of that organization would be so cruel and merciless, and would rather kill his confidants. Also unwilling to leave a trace of clues.

Nangong Jin shook his head, let out a long sigh, waved his hand, and let the elder in front of him clean up the mess, and then flew towards Nangong Xun and Nangong Lingqing.

"Qing'er, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine!"

Seeing Nangong Lingqing whose expression improved, the stone in Nangong Jin's heart finally let go.

"Great Elder, Qing'er is ashamed. I let things become like this in a moment of carelessness, and I trouble you, Great Elder, to come here."

"Those who came with me..."

Nangong Lingqing lowered her head and said guiltily.

Nangong Jin and Nangong Xun looked at Nangong Lingqing dotingly.

"As long as you're okay."

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