Chapter 1139 White Robe
But then, Xiang Nan couldn't understand it.
He thought that there were only three people who had suddenly rushed out.
One was Long Xingyun, who was at the ninth level of the Northern Region, one was Zhang Jing, who was at the ninth level of the Eastern Region, and one was Meng Qing, who was at the ninth level of the Western Region.
Xiang Nan knew about these three people. The three of them were once the champions of their own sect at the age of twenty-five.
"Why are there only the three of you!" Xiang Nan shouted as he leaned against the railing.
Long Xingyun casually landed on the ground and only glanced at Xiang Nan. When he saw that Xiang Nan was an eight or nine year old child, he ignored him.
On the ground, all the black-clothed people who were interacting stood up. They all picked up their weapons naked and prepared to respond to the enemy.
"Looks like Xiang Bei hasn't found this place yet," said Long Xingyun with a faint smile.
Zhang Near East laughed and said, "Old Yun is really clever. The news that Xiang Bei made a big fuss in the Huangpu Aristocrat Clan has spread."
"But only you can imagine that you would also come and interfere and snatch away Xiang Bei's credit in advance."
Meng Qing took out a folding fan and gently patted it. "Let's slaughter the Southern Domain dogs of the Heavenly Profound Sect before Xiang Bei. Then the credit will belong to us!"
"Ha, I'm going to see how Xiang Bei can go crazy in front of us!"
Hearing this, Xiang Nan became anxious. It turned out that these three people weren't sent by the Star Guild. Instead, they ran over to rob him of his credit.
In that case, was it really just the three of them?
However, it was better than nothing. At the very least, these three people were not ordinary people. If they could really save the remaining children and women, even if they lowered their heads in front of them, it would be worth it!
"You really aren't willing to give up." Jiang Xuelu sneered at Long Xingyun, "What, you suffered enough at our hands last time and still don't know how to repent?"
Long Xingyun smiled and said, "Don't compare our Golden Lions to the trash of the Sky Eagles."
"Speaking of which, you are a woman of extraordinary beauty. How could you end up with a Southern Domain dog? Why don't you come back with us to the Star Guild?"
Jiang Xue Lu chuckled and took a few steps back, saying, "Go."
Long Xingyun carried the gigantic sword and completely ignored the black-clothed men. He said, "Just this bunch of trash from the Heaven Origin Realm wants to deal with me?"
"It's not them who are dealing with you, it's me." Suddenly, a deep voice appeared from the sky.
Xiang Nan's heart trembled!
It was that person! It must be him! It was the mysterious man who defeated two hundred Sky Hawk martial artists alone!
Boom!
Before anyone could arrive, his voice came first. The first person to land on the sky was not a human, but a huge steel cage!
The cage violently smashed into the ground. Inside, seven martial artists were tied with metal chains the thickness of their arms. Amongst them was Xiao He.
Immediately after, a white-robed man lightly floated down. His right foot lightly pointed at a corner of the cage, his body moving like the wind, slowly floating in the night sky.
This person was only twenty-one or twelve years old, very young.
"Sure enough, it's here!" Seeing Xiao He and the others, Long Xingyun's eyes immediately lit up.
The white-robed man pointed at the cage with his toes and said arrogantly, "Everyone is here."
"If you can defeat me, you can take the hostages with you."
Long Xingyun laughed loudly, "The big tiger has finally been lured out. You are only at the ninth level of the Heaven Scryer Stage, and you are only one person. There are three of us!"
"Near East, Meng Qing, attack! Quick!"
This Long Xingyun's brain was pretty good. He knew that the battle would end quickly, and he also knew that there would be many nights of dreams.
However, the white-robed man did not care at all and maintained a smile. "I am very clear about the identities of the three of you."
Long Xingyun held onto his sword and shouted, "Darknorth Wandering Tiger!"
However, when he saw the surging aura in his body, strands of crisscrossed aura shot out, surrounding his body, interspersing into a dense area of aura wind blades!
As for the Dipper Qi Wind Blades, they erupted with the loud noise of a tiger roaring in the forest.
Long Xingyun's figure was like the wind. A long sword pierced through the white-robed man with three strong winds.
"In the Northern Region, Long Xingyun won the championship of the Northern Region Sect at the age of 19. He was one of the top talents of that year, and he even possessed the Mutated Golden Flame Vein." The white-robed man calmly recited Long Xingyun's identity. He dodged Long Xingyun's sword with a flash.
Long Xingyun's sword pierced through the air, but he immediately turned around and counterattacked. His movements flowed smoothly, and when he forcefully changed the direction of his attack, he did not feel the slightest bit stiff.
Three strands of Dipper Qi wrapped around the giant sword, continuously making chi chi sounds that were extremely shocking.
"Chaoshan Heaven Shaking Palm!" Zhang Jing from the Eastern Region also chased after him. He did not have any normal weapons, but only wore a pair of gloves made of snow-white silk.
These white silk gloves had snake-scale patterns on their surface. They looked extremely sturdy and should be a Heavenly Grade Elementary Weapon.
He slapped the air with his palm, and it actually flattened the air! The air was instantly compressed into an air disc, causing Peng's explosion!
His footsteps were like clouds, strangely crisscrossed, unable to determine where he would go next.
The two people in the Near East flashed in front of the white-robed man and clapped their hands repeatedly.
As the white-robed man dodged, he said, "Zhang Jing of the Eastern Region won the sect's championship at the age of nineteen. His Heaven-shaking Middle-ranked Chao Shan Heaven-shaking Palm can pierce through the surface of an object and directly shatter its interior!"
Peng!
Zhang Jing's palm slapped empty and landed on the tree trunk.
The tree trunk remained motionless, but a gust of wind blew the giant tree away like a cicada wing.
After the tree trunk flew away, everything in the tree trunk fell down and was actually powder.
It turned out that after the giant tree was photographed, it only left behind a thin layer of skin, which had long since been shattered into powder.
"Hahahaha!" Meng Qing laughed loudly and took out a purple-gold wine gourd. He poured a mouthful of strange liquor into his mouth and shouted, "The three seas enter his stomach!"
It was unknown how this wine was refined, but after Meng Qing swallowed the wine, Xiang Nan could actually see the fiery red wine glowing in his mouth through Meng Qing's body. The light continued to flow down his throat into his stomach and converge into his spiritual sea.
Following that, Meng Qing used a special technique to refine it and spat out a large amount of flames at the white-robed man!
The flames were actually two colors, yellow inside and red outside.
The white-robed man dodged the flames and the flames struck the rock behind him.
The moment the mountain stones met the flames, they were instantly burned to ashes!
It was unbelievable that the stone had been burnt to ashes.
The white-robed man said, "Meng Qing of the Western Region won the sect's championship at the age of 20. He can release the poison of 333 highly toxic monsters with the Three Seas Inner Cultivation Technique."
"It looks like fire, but it's actually poison!"
Meng Qing opened his mouth and spat out a large ball of flame at the white-robed man.
The white-robed man casually floated backwards and gently pulled out a snow-white sword that was one finger wide and one meter long.
However, seeing him lightly stir the sword and twist it into a spiral shape, the poisonous fire that Meng Qing spat out was lured away by the sword wind.
The giant sword that Long Xingyun stabbed at contained three strands of Astral Qi, one strand of fire, one strand of gold, and one strand of earth.
The white-robed man gently jumped, his toes poking at Long Xingyun's sword and floating in the air.
Zhang Jing had already intercepted him in the sky, and his hands were striking at the white-robed man with thirteen palms in a row!
A tyrannical palm could shatter the air!
"You're all done." The white-robed man raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's my turn."
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