"The little girl is the young master's new Taoist companion." Ning Ruliu said calmly.
"They must be the ones buried with Liu Mang's bastard Silla. It's such a pity that he was so young and beautiful." The bald male cultivator shook his head and sighed.
"I wonder who fellow Taoists are, and why are you so hostile to us?" Ling Qianhua asked cautiously.
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"Zap, don't you know what the consequences will be if you take away our Ouyang family's treasures? How about Liu Mang, that bastard, hiding in the attic and not daring to come out?" the bald male cultivator sneered.
"You're a bastard with your bald head, and your whole family is a bastard!" It turned out to be a monk from the Ouyang family. What else could he say? Xi'er was furious, raised her eyebrows, and fought back angrily.
"You little bastard looking for death." The bald male cultivator was furious. With a wave of his sleeve, he whipped up a strong wind and strangled Xi'er. He was worthy of being a cultivator in the late 8th stage. The power of the strong wind he whipped up was also astonishing. . "Be careful." Ling Qianhua shouted sweetly. He swung the sword, a high-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, and sent a sword energy towards the strong wind that hit Xi'er.
Xi'er's mouth was not idle, her hands did not stop, and the middle-grade sword also swung out a sword energy.
Ning Ruliu didn't watch the show either, and the middle-grade sword in her hand also released a sword energy.
"boom!
After an explosion, the strong wind of the bald male cultivator was resolved.
Ling Qianhua, Xi'er and Ning Ruliu were all safe and sound.
The three girls have now broken through the early stage of the 8th stage, and their strength is no longer what it used to be. Ling Qianhua holds a high-grade sword and is even more powerful.
Even though this bald male cultivator is a late stage 8 cultivator, it is of course impossible for him to break through the joint defense of the three women with one casual blow.
"Three bastards want to use the mantis as a chariot. They are simply seeking death." The bald male cultivator still wanted to chirp and pretend to be cool.
"Why bother with so many tricks? Just swarm up and kill Liu Mang and these bastards. It's the right thing to take back the treasure." The blue-robed monk on the side said a little unhappy.
"Senior brother is right. Come with me, go in, flatten the attic, and chop that bastard Liu Mang to death." The bald male cultivator thought for a moment, and it seemed that it was the same. There is really nothing you can do about pretending to be cool in front of such a few bastards. It's more important to do business. .
Ling Qianhua, Xi'er and Ning Ruliu suddenly turned pale. Not to mention that the two leading 8th-level monks were no longer something they could deal with. The dozens of 8th-level monks behind them were enough to chop them into pieces. .
But regardless of whether Liu Mang was behind them or not, they had no way to retreat or hide. They could only grit their silver teeth in despair and hold the sword in their final death struggle.
"Changsheng, I forgive you for your disloyalty. I'll take the first step." Ling Qianhua looked determined, waving his sword and preparing to greet him.
"stop!!"
An extremely angry shout made everyone's hearts tremble. A figure appeared in front of Ling Qianhua almost as if teleporting, with murderous intent all over his body, staring fiercely at the monk who came to kill him.
The aura was so overbearing that it stopped the bald male cultivator leading the way.
This domineering man is none other than the extremely furious Ning Jinyong. He is worthy of being a monk at the peak of the 8th level, and he is quite intimidating.
Soon, several more figures leaped over and stood behind Ning Jinyong. It was Ning Rugang and several core members of the Ning family. They were all holding mid-grade spiritual weapons and staring at the Ouyang family with murderous expressions. monk
"Ning, why the hell do you want to use a mantis as a chariot?" the bald male cultivator said with a gloomy face.
"Don't talk nonsense. Although our Ning family's family is not big, people like you can't come in and out at will." Ning Jinyong sneered.
"Thank you very much, Master Ning, for your generous action. Thank you all, thank you." Ling Qianhua said with a grateful face.
"The situation is such that there is no need to say more." Ning Jinyong waved his hand.
"Very good. From today on, the Ning family in Tianduan Mountain will be removed from the Kunlun world. Kill them for me." If I had known better, I would have gone straight in. I shouldn't have pretended to be worthless. The bald male cultivator was in a very good mood. Oops, I no longer have the desire to show off, I just wave my hand and start doing it.
There were only 5 Ning family monks who followed Ning Jinyong, and they could not stop the attack of more than 40 8th-level monks. Fortunately, at this time, there was another cry of "kill".
It turned out that Ning Ruxian brought the remaining 20 or so 8th-level monks from the Ning family and hundreds of mid-level 7th-level monks and above to kill them.
At this point, the chaos begins.
Although there are more than 200 monks in the Ning family who are above the mid-level 7th level, these monks actually have little combat effectiveness in front of the 8th level monks. They can only use cold guns to build up their momentum. If they really want to attack, they will be killed.
Therefore, the real brawl is between the 8th-level monks.
The Ouyang family has two powerful late-level 8th-level monks, and there are more than 40 monks who are above 8th-level cultivation. They have an advantage in terms of quantity and quality.
The Ning family, including Ling Qianhua and Xi'er, has more than 30 monks above the 8th level. All of them are not showy and have good strength. In addition, there is Ning Jinyong, who is at the peak of the 8th level. Therefore,
The big fight between the two sides, although the Ouyang family had the advantage, was definitely not a one-sided battle.
During the brawl, two late-level 8th-level monks from the Ouyang family attacked Ning Jinyong, while the others were left to their own devices. There were so many 8th-level monks fighting in a chaotic battle, and the fight was really dark and brutal.
The battles between monks usually don't last long, and the winner is easily determined. There are almost no tug-of-wars that last for more than an hour. Even a battle of 10 minutes is considered a long time. Of course, it's not. Except for the one-sided brawl.
This big fight lasted for nearly an hour and is still going on.
As the casualties continued to increase, the intensity and scale of the chaos decreased significantly.
The Ning family was originally a weak side and suffered heavy casualties. Less than 10 of the more than 30 8th-level monks died. Ning Jinyong, the head of the Ning family, also fell in a pool of blood not far away under the siege of two ruthless men in the late 8th level. Dying, life and death are uncertain.
Ling Qianhua's three girls were quite strong. No one fell down, but they were all covered in blood. Ling Qianhua and Xi'er's disguises as men were also exposed, revealing their smooth and smooth hair, and their delicate faces only had a murderous look as cold as ice. .
The only ones left are the two brothers of the Ning family and a few core members with strong cultivation.
With such heavy casualties, even the head of the family was almost dead, but the remaining Ning family monks had wild beast-like glares in their eyes. There was no time for them to suffer miserably, and their lives would disappear at any time. , they can only fight in cold blood.
The Ouyang family's team of monks didn't fare much better. Only 20 of the 40 people died. The most arrogant bald leader was also hacked to death by Ning Jinyong. The remaining blue-robed brother in the late stage 8 also suffered considerable injuries. .