This sudden scene changed Beiming Yanhong's face.

She was in a state of unpreparedness, but when she discovered this scene, she had already acted at the fastest speed, but the other party was also the peak Martial Emperor, and his speed was also not slow.

It is only a few feet away, but it is as difficult to cross as a natural barrier.

"Brother! Don't..."

The blood-colored figure reflected in her eyes, but it was too late to stop it.

Beiming Yanhong's voice was almost hoarse and heartbreaking.

But the blood-colored figure seemed to have not been heard, and the speed of the dagger in his hand increased a little.

As he was about to behead the man who had his sister with a knife, the heart of the Xueming Ancestor was filled with inexplicable pleasure.

It was because of him that his sister became like this, and like him, she turned into a monster that was neither human nor ghost!

when!

But at this moment, a cold light appeared and directly hit the dark dagger.

The ancestor Xueming was shocked and suspicious. The dagger in his hand was somewhat uncontrollably shifted, and had deviated from the original route of killing Nangong Mo.

He was ruthless and ignored the sword that continued to slash at him, the dagger stabbed out again and stabbed Nangong Mo.

At the same time, above the air.

The demonic hand bone of the ancestor Senluo also collided with the Wanjian Guizong used by Nangong Mo.

Bang!

The boundless demonic energy and sword intent melted into each other, and the invisible shock wave continued to spread, even the space was squeezed and deformed.

puff!

In the end, the ancestor Senluo could not bear the boundless sword intent containing the pressure of heaven and earth. A mouthful of dark blood was sprayed out, and the breath became mostly depressed.

The ten thousand swords Guizong did not diminish and he slashed towards the ancestor Senluo.

The thousands of Nangong Mo figures reflected in the eyes of the ancestor Senluo, and a hint of despair in his heart. He could clearly sense the gap between them.

The Wanjian Guizong, played by Nangong Mo, has surpassed his cognition.

He wanted to hide, but was shocked by the pressure of heaven and earth and could not move at all.

He can only stand there and wait for death!

On the other side, above the dome of Yuqing Hall.

"Huh!"

In the darkness, someone seemed to be surprised. Obviously, he didn't expect that the ancestor Xue Ming would use the method of exchanging life for life, and wanted to kill Nangong Mo at all costs.

The dagger finally stabbed into Nangong Mo's lower abdomen!

But the blood-red sword also stabbed deeply into the chest of the Xueming Ancestor, but no blood flowed out, only a wisp of black mist kept dissipating.

Although he failed to stop the Xueming Ancestor, this sword stopped the Xueming Ancestor's dagger.

The ancestor Xueming tried his best to stab forward, but the sword stopped his momentum.

"The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword? Yin Yun? Why are you here to make trouble?"

The ancestor Xueming recognized the sword and couldn't help but feel anxious.

With such a good opportunity, Yin Yun, the Emperor of Star Sword, would actually interfere, making his purpose unable to be achieved, which made him very angry and puzzled.

"The great master of the Heavenly Ghost Prison is such a villain who hurts people behind the scenes. He is not afraid of jokes when it is spread."

A cheerful voice sounded in the darkness, and a burly man tore up the void and blocked Nangong Mo, looking at the Xueming Ancestor disdainfully.

"What are you doing? Don't you really want to destroy Qingyun Sect? Don't you really want to kill Nangong Mo? Why?"

The ancestor of Xueming couldn't help but roar, and could tell that he was angry at the moment.

"Yes, I really want to kill Nangong Mo, but he must die at my hands. You... are not worthy!"

The Blood-Devouring Demon Sword Emperor used force to directly repel the Blood-Ming Ancestor from afar.

The ancestor Xueming glanced at the sword in the hands of the Star Sword Emperor with fear, endured the severe pain of the soul body being broken, and stopped moving randomly.

"Nangong..."

Beiming Yanhong also rushed over at this moment and immediately came to Nangong Mo. Looking at the dagger still stuck in his lower abdomen, his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Click!

As soon as she finished speaking, a crisp sound rang out.

Then the three of them saw it, as if the whole world was broken like a mirror, and the sound of crackling sounds continued to spread.

Nangong Mo's entire momentum was like a deflated ball, and it quickly became weak.

"Nangong!!"

Beiming Yanhong hurriedly caught the fallen Nangong Mo, and his voice was even more hoarse.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing this, the ancestor Xueming couldn't help laughing out loud, and he finally succeeded.

The Star Sword Emperor sighed, looking helpless, but he was still late.

From the time he learned that the Demon Cult attacked Qingyun, he had already rushed towards this side.

He felt that Nangong Mo would definitely appear when Dongfang Haoxuan fell.

So he planned to have a battle with Nangong Mo openly.

Unexpectedly, when I came, I saw Nangong Mo being attacked by the Xueming Ancestor.

Unfortunately, he was still one step late.

In the air, the "Nangong Mo" containing thousands of sword intents and sword moves was also broken layer by layer, turning into nothingness and dissipating.

A layer of fine cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the Old Ancestor Senluo, and he was still scared.

As this artistic conception broke, everyone woke up from the confusion. Looking up, they found that the ancestor Senluo was still standing, but Nangong Mo fell down.

They didn't know what was going on, but all Qingyun disciples unconsciously felt a bad premonition in their hearts.

"Uncle Nangong Master!"

Daoxuan flashed and flew towards the top of the Yuqing Palace, with the first seat of the seven veins following closely.

"Nangong!"

Beiming Yanhong was already crying and hugging Nangong Mo tightly, her body under her black robe was trembling constantly.

"Junior sister, you are here! Long time no see."

Nangong Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked at the extremely strange figure in black robe, but he was very familiar.

The pain in his body seemed to be forgotten by him. He smiled slightly, but he smiled very bitterly.

"Nangong, how are you? Is it okay?!"

Beiming Yanhong was overjoyed when she heard this familiar voice and repeatedly looked at Nangong Mo.

"I'm fine."

Nangong Mo broke free from Beiming Yanhong's arms, stood up slowly, shook his head, and glanced at the ancestor Xueming without saying anything.

Then he turned his eyes to the Emperor of Star Sword and smiled and said, "Thank you."

If it weren't for the Xingsu Sword Emperor's actions just now, his body and spirit would have been destroyed.

This was his first move, and he knew very well the consequences of being disrupted.

The Emperor of Xingsu Sword curled his lips and said, "You are lucky, and I am not trying to save you. The Senrona Dog Thieves destroyed my Xingsu Sword Sect. This hatred is irreconcilable. I am just trying to take his dog's life."

"The so-called enemy is a friend, and now we are barely friends."

"However, after this matter is over, I will still have to kill you. This is the number one sword in the world, which belongs to me."

Nangong Mo smiled and shook his head, sighed, "I am no longer the best sword in the world, you have found the wrong person."
Chapter completed!