Taking a deep breath, Sima Nu turned back to look at his children and grandchildren behind him, and looked at Yin Xuege solemnly again.
"Of course, Huo Zheng..."
Sima Nu looked at Yin Xuege with a complicated expression, and then quickly became cold and ruthless, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "When you lose, I won't kill you, I will only chop off your limbs and shave your body." The five senses will send you back to your ancestor."
Yin Xuuge smiled and twitched his fingers at the young man wearing Qilin soft armor.
The young man strode forward, covering a distance of more than ten feet in one step. In a few strides, he rushed in front of Yin Xuege and punched her face to face. A thick mass of earthy air enveloped his fist, and the punch was like a meteor falling from the sky, carrying an unusually heavy and oppressive feeling.
"Sima Xiongying, I'm here to fight you!"
As the young man roared, Yin Xuege roared, and purple fire spewed out from every pore. He quickly turned into a purple burning man, with three purple lotuses circling and flying above his head. The sticky purple flames emitted terrifying heat. As soon as Sima Xiongying approached Yin Xuege, his hair and eyebrows were burned by the high temperature. He screamed strangely, the ground beneath his feet shook, and his body quickly retreated.
The soft armor on his body lit up, and a Qilin roar sounded from the soft armor, and strands of yellow air spurted out, forming a Qilin shadow around him, blocking the terrifying heat emanating from Yin Xuege's body.
Yin Xuuge looked at Sima Xiongying, flicked his finger, and a ray of fire shot out, like an arrow, piercing through the Qilin's shadow, piercing Sima Xiongying's right shoulder, and burning most of his shoulder to ashes. One arm almost fell off his body.
"The lower seventh-grade Yasheng is vulnerable to a single blow!"
Yin Xuuge looked at Sima Nu proudly, snorted coldly, and pointed to a young man who was standing next to Sima Xiongying just now: "It's your turn."
When Sima Nu saw Yin Xuuge's body covered in flames, he almost jumped up. But he forced himself to sit motionless on the big chair, his cold and indifferent face twitching fiercely: "Okay, okay, okay, I see you are only a thousand years old, but you are already at the level of a sixth-grade sub-sage. …Don’t your ancestors know the risks of hair plucking and promoting hair growth?”
The children and grandchildren behind Sima Nu started cursing.
"Good boy, you are so cruel. Aren't you just relying on your cultivation to bully others?"
"A sixth-grade Yasage who is less than a thousand years old? How many magical elixirs did your ancestor waste on you?"
"Ah, what use can a sub-sage promoted by external forces be of use? The foundation is not stable. Even if you can show off your power for a while, your future will be over."
"Isn't that right? Our cultivation is all gained on the battlefield, fighting with the demons from outside the territory with swords and swords. We have a solid foundation and unparalleled cultivation. We rely on our own foundation to break through bottlenecks. This is the real strength. !”
A group of Sima Nu's children and grandchildren were making a loud noise, but Yin Xuuge ignored them and just raised his finger at the young man just now.
The young man's face turned a little pale. His strength was a little higher than that of Sima Xiongying, but he was only the strength of a lower seventh-grade Yasheng. The gap between seventh grade and sixth grade is really not something that can be easily bridged.
Sima Xiongying held his burned shoulders and howled miserably. Looking at Sima Xiongying who was dripping with sweat, the young man suddenly trembled and did not even dare to look at Yin Xuege.
Yin Xuege laughed, nodded to Sima Nu, and sneered contemptuously: "No wonder the ancestor asked me to bring greetings from the ancestors. Are the children and grandchildren of Lord Sima Nu such cowards? Such weaklings. , It really disgraced our Sima Saint Clan!”
Sima Nu's face suddenly sank. He had lost the face of the Sima Saint Clan. This evaluation was too heavy and he did not dare to bear it. Only an immortal like him, who has lived for tens of thousands of years, knows the full meaning of the so-called "saint clan", which is not only glory and dignity, but also represents blood and terror.
With a 'clang' sound, Sima Nu drew his sword, stood up, and with a twist of his body, he split the young man who dared not fight into two pieces with his sword. The long sword pierced the young man's forehead, completely killing his soul. Sima Nu sat back on the big chair with a smile on his face, and nodded to Yin Xuuge: "This guy is not my descendant, Sima Nu."
After saying this, Sima Nu also looked around, as if looking for someone hiding in the dark.
Yin Xuege snickered in her heart. It seemed that the people pretending to be Sima's clan and bringing greetings from their ancestors to Sima Nu really scared Sima Nu. He knew very well that there was no master monitoring behind him, but Sima Nu would never think so.
It is estimated that in Sima Nu's heart, he must have felt that secretly there were many masters who were far superior to him in ambushing, and they were all watching this challenge with cold eyes. This was the reason why Sima Nu killed his grandson with one sword. The single charge of "escape from the battle and dare not face the enemy" was enough for Sima Nu's family to be expelled from the Sima Saint Clan, kicked out of Mutao Guard and demoted to casual cultivators.
A middle-aged man with a dignified appearance wearing a lion's armor walked forward slowly. He glanced at the two broken bodies on the ground, and smiled sullenly at Yin Xuege: "Boy, I, Sima Baiju, have come to meet you. you."
Yin Xuuge smiled and nodded to Sima Baiju. The fire around him suddenly surged forward, condensing into three fist-sized purple fire thunders on his chest. With a push of his palm, three fire thunders shot out and quickly blasted towards Sima Baiju.
Sima Baiju roared, his armor lit up, and dozens of criss-crossing black light curtains entangled in front of him, firmly blocking the incoming fire thunder. Amidst the loud noise, Sima Baiju was drowned by the firelight. The raging firelight spread around and was offset by the sudden light of the ban on the edge of the school field.
Sima Baiju burst into flames and rushed in front of Yin Xuuge, with his whole body covered in fire. He was less than three feet away from Yin Xuuge.
He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Flying Eagle is my only son! You killed him!"
With a roar, Sima Baiju opened his mouth and spit out a flying knife, bringing a ray of cold light towards Yin Xuege's neck and strangled him. The distance between the two was so close and the flying knife was flying so fast. Sima Baiju laughed with a distorted face and shouted "hit".
A bit of fire light spurted out, and the red flame lotus platform was suspended in front of Yin Xuege. The fire light spurted out one after another, tightly wrapping the flying knife. The Yinxue singer pointed, and the fire on the lotus rolled back inward, drawing the flying knife into the lotus to suppress it.
Sima Baiju's eyes widened and he stared at Yin Xuege as if he had seen a ghost. That is his natal flying knife, which has been tempered for thousands of years. He is a lower-sixth-grade sub-sage. In terms of strength, he is about the same strength as Yin Xuuge. What grade does this lotus platform have to be? Only with treasure can he easily suppress his flying knife
"go!"
A green light flashed in Yin Xuuge's sleeves, and Shifang Chaodu suddenly attacked, smashing Sima Baiju's lion armor to pieces.
Before Sima Baiju could react, eighteen consecutive fire thunders hit his body, shattering all of Sima Baiju's protection, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere on his chest, and more than a dozen ribs were broken. , vomiting blood in embarrassment and flying back with flames all over his body.
Sima Nu shouted, jumped up and caught Sima Baiju, and hurriedly clapped his hands to extinguish the flames on his body. A few life-saving pills were poured down, and a bottle of spiritual fluid specially designed to treat burns was poured on Sima Baiju's chest. Sima Baiju finally twitched, took a breath and groaned in pain.
Before Sima Nu could speak, another middle-aged man had already strode towards Yin Xuuge.
As he walked, he smiled coldly: "Among the Sima Saints near Mutaowei, these two families are the ones who practice fire-attribute skills. They have a grudge against us, Mutaowei, and they have been suppressing us, and even forcefully suppressed us. The only people who have suppressed our family so much that Mutaowei has been unable to be promoted to the Earth-level Acropolis for thousands of years are the Sima family of Xianji Town."
Looking at Yin Xuege coldly, the middle-aged man sneered: "I, Sima Baixiong, did I say anything wrong?"
Yin Xuuge was suitably surprised. He widened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and then smiled uncertainly. He looked around and said with a smile: "Sima Baixiong? Are you ready? Please!"
Sima Baixiong shook his head, pointed at Yin Xuuge and sneered: "You don't admit it? Then you admit it! Xianji Town, Xianji Town, I, Mutao Guard, will remember your great kindness. Boy, you Haven't you given your name yet?"
Yin Xuuge was silent for a while and shook his head: "According to the rules, I don't have to give my name. If I win, Mutao Guard is mine, so you will naturally know my name; if I lose, I will forget it." The result of leaving here alive and returning home... Haha, no one like me has ever existed in the world. Why do you know my name?"
Sima Baixiong looked at Yin Xuege deeply and snorted coldly: "That's right, it makes sense. So, please!"
When he spoke the word 'please', Sima Baixiong let out a long roar. His whole body was surrounded by the rich earthy aura. With the crisp sound of 'click', his body quickly turned to stone. In just a flick of his fingers, he turned into An earth-yellow giant standing three feet tall.
With a wild laugh, Sima Baixiong waved his hand, and a huge boulder roared from the sky and crashed down on Yin Xuege's head.
"Boy, this is the secret technique of "Wutu Golden Body" that I, Mutao Guard, captured from the demon outside the territory 30,000 years ago. As long as I set foot on the earth, I have endless power. Try me..."
Sima Baixiong's words were interrupted by Yin Xuuge's violent attack.
Yin Xuege didn't care about the boulder falling above his head. He roared and rushed towards Sima Baixiong with his body surrounded by flames. His hands were close to Sima Baixiong who became extremely stiff and unable to move after his body turned into earth and stone. Suddenly, his palms sprayed. Countless purple fire thunders appeared.
"Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast!"
Flames rose, thunder roared, and Sima Baixiong's huge body was blasted into the air, thousands of feet above the ground. Yin Xuege flew into the air and caught up with Sima Baixiong with a stream of fire. She clung to his back and sprayed out three hundred and sixty thunderbolts from her palms.
Sima Baixiong's back was blasted with earth and rocks flying everywhere, and with a painful howl, his huge body fell straight down, even faster than the meteorite he summoned, and he fell heavily on the school field.
Countless rays of forbidden light flashed on the ground of the school ground. Sima Baixiong's impact did not damage the ground at all. Everyone heard the large cracking sound coming from his body. This heavy impact made Sima Baixiong proud of his body. The earth-gold body was almost shattered.
Sima Nu had just rescued Sima Baiju, but another son was severely injured. He hurriedly took out the elixir and rushed towards Sima Baixiong. Yin Xuege had already floated down, smiling broadly and waving his fingers at the stunned children and grandchildren behind Sima Nu.
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