Son-in-law Dan Zun

Wei Xian's face changed slightly, this guy, what a quick gun.

Moreover, that power seems to be more violent than before?

The main road is connected, and the gun and the stick have similarities.

Therefore, Luo Wushu's gun also possesses some of the characteristics of groundbreaking.

The gathering became more and more fierce.

"clang!"

The Seven-Star Rainbow Sword hurriedly cut out and collided with the spear.

In the void, more and more dazzling light bloomed, and the two were fighting fiercely.

Sword, clanging!

Gun, roar and roar!

"Puff!"

Suddenly, the light of the Seven-Star Rainbow Sword became dim, and Wei Xian heard a muffled sound.

Immediately, a violent force shook his figure flying out and fell back onto the city wall.

Luo Wushu's arm trembled again, and the spear was directed towards it, with more and more fierce majesty, and its radiance seemed unmatched.

"You, can't stop me!" Luo Wushu looked at Wei Xian and let out a voice.

His figure stood in the void, his waist was as straight as a spear, standing upright on the ground.

Looking at this scene, in an instant, countless people were stunned and trembled in their hearts.

Wei Xian, lost?

This Shu Wu's strength is so terrifying?

Wei Xian wiped blood on the corners of his mouth and looked straight at Luo Wushu with a gloomy look.

In his heart, the conjecture was vaguely confirmed.

Luo Wushu saw that Wei Xian hadn't spoken, and his figure swept towards Xuanyun, with a voice coming out of his mouth.

"The real **** person is the Lonely Sword Saint, not him."

"He is also an innocent victim. He shouldn't be executed by Ling Chi, and he has the right to live."

"I will obliterate the remnant soul of Dugu Sword Saint face to face, and in the future, I will accompany Xuan Yun to make atonement together."

"The merits and demerits cannot be offset, and those who have died cannot be resurrected."

"But if you kill him, those people can't come back to life either."

Luo Wushu's figure arrived in front of Xuan Yun and rescued him from the city wall.

Even if he looks like a ghost, he is still his friend.

Friends who can deliver back to each other.

"Fuck!" Xuan Yun opened his eyes and let out a cold voice in his mouth.

That voice was not Xuanyun, but Dugu Sword Saint.

"Sure enough, it's a thousand years of scourge!" Luo Wushu looked straight into Xuanyun's eyes, his eyes extremely cold.

In an instant, a strong will rushed into Xuan Yun's mind.

"get out!"

"get out!"

"get out!"

…………

The cold voice, extremely domineering, crazily resounded in Xuan Yun's mind, shaking his mind.

From Xuan Yun's mouth, a scream came out, "Dog miscellaneous, what are you doing?"

Of course, this is still the voice of the Lonely Sword Saint.

"Send you to heaven!" Luo Wushu's eyes were extremely cold, and a faint light of thunder flashed.

Suddenly, in Xuan Yun's mind, there seemed to be an endless light of thunder coming, turning into a thunderstorm, and drowning towards the figure of the lone sword saint.

"It's not your turn to be nosy!"

The lonely sword saint roared and roared, and countless sword shadows gathered in front of him, roaring out.

"Xuanyun is my brother, don't you think it's my turn?"

Luo Wushu shook his palm, and a scarlet long sword flashed out of thin air, sweeping across a sharp meaning.

"Roar..." In the Scarlet Blood Sword, an extremely fierce willpower burst out and rushed into Xuan Yun's mind.

"No..." The panicked voice of the lone sword saint resounded in Xuanyun's mind.

But immediately, a thunderstorm came and swallowed his figure completely.

outside world!

Above Xuan Yun's head, a phantom figure appeared, walking directly towards the distance.

That phantom is the remnant soul of the lonely sword master.

Luo Wushu had been prepared for a long time, and the pill fire appeared in his hand, directly submerging the phantom shadow.

Suddenly, the screams resounded wildly.

"He is the chief culprit who killed thousands of innocent lives."

"Now, please witness it together and burn it to death."

Luo Wushu slowly spoke with a loud voice.

"it is good!"

"Well done!"

"Slowly burn him to death, let him suffer all the torture."

"This kind of person should not be allowed to die, and will never be allowed to live beyond life."

…………

Seeing this scene, joyful voices resounded one after another.

After a while, the scream of the lonely sword master slowly stopped and turned into nothingness.

Luo Wushu lowered his head, looked around the vast crowd, and said in a pleading tone.

"Everyone, give Xuanyun a chance!"

"Give him a chance?" At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded, "But someone, give those innocent lives a chance to die."

Above the city wall, I don't know when, there was an extra line of people.

The heads are the two patrons of the Jiutian Palace.

The master of the eight pavilions is Chen Xiong, and the master of the seven pavilions is Wei Yuan.

Behind him are many Kyushu envoys.

"That is, from the Nine Heavens Palace?"

There was a vibrating sound, and then, the vast crowd, one after another, saluted.

"I have seen envoys from Kyushu and many pavilions!"

For the vast majority of people, whether it is a Kyushu envoy or a pavilion master, it is a superior existence.

Just like the imperial minister of the secular world, he has great powers.

Seeing the two appearing, Luo Wushu felt uneasy in his heart.

The most worrying thing happened after all.

In fact, when he heard that Xuanyun was in danger, Luo Wushu thought about whether there would be the shadow of Jiutian Palace behind him.

Then, deliberately wanted to lead him out.

But even so, he still resolutely chose to come forward.

A gentleman does something and does not do something.

Back then, Xuan Yun could do it for him.

He was naturally impossible, greedy for life and fear of death, still hiding behind him, watching him be executed by Ling Chi with cold eyes.

"But this matter, in fact, has nothing to do with Xuanyun." Luo Wushu said.

"no?"

"Did those people die in his hands?"

"If there is no him, how can the lonely sword saint be evil everywhere?"

Wei Yuan glanced contemptuously at Luo Wushu.

Before, when he was in Zhongzhou College, he didn't have much favor with Luo Wushu.

However, I really like to be nosy as always!

"Could it be that the price he is paying now is not painful enough?" Luo Wushu looked at Xuanyun and said in a deep voice.

Not only was tortured to be inhumane, but his arms were also directly beheaded.

"How can it be?" Wei Yuan said indifferently.

"How much more expensive is his life than others?"

"So many people died because of his existence, and he paid the price of two arms. What counts?"

Wei Yuan's words fell, and there was an astonishing aura suddenly swept out of his body.

"If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for taking action, and kill you together."

Xuan Yun's eyes opened slowly at this moment.

His eyes looked at Luo Wushu, with a hint of doubt.

"Friends, you and I don't have much friendship, don't do it for me."

Xuan Yun knew what the lone sword saint had done.

only!

Deprived of control of his body, he could only watch all the tragedies happen and was powerless.

Luo Wushu shook his head, ignored Xuan Yun, but continued to look at Wei Yuan.

"How can he not die?"

Wei Yuan looked at Luo Wushu indifferently, and said with a smile: "Or, if you break your arm, I will spare him not to die?"

"it is good!"

Everyone: "..."