Chapter 545

The long white veil covered the entire purple wooden chariot, making it hard to see who was inside?

However, Ning Xiaochuan's mind is strong, and it is not an ordinary layer of tulle that can cover his eyes, so he can naturally see the woman in purple sitting inside. (starting)

Isn't it just Zi Hanyan who has met several times in Tianshi City, her face is very clear and beautiful, her eyebrows are like willow leaves, her eyes are like pools of water, her mind is clever, and she is comparable to an ordinary woman.

However, no matter how smart she is, it is difficult for her to fight against the Devil's Palace. In order to prevent the Purple Clan from being suppressed by the Demon's Palace, she can only be regarded as a "tribute girl" and pay tribute to Liao.

Of course, she also knew that she might not even be able to see Liao's real body, and would only become a crucible for Master Wuyue to practice. Even though she knew that the end would be miserable, she couldn't resist and could only choose to obey.

Even the ancestors of the Zi clan couldn't protect her, so how could she resist?

"The Devil's Liao Palace is getting more and more excessive. Using the excuse of paying tribute, they have confiscated wealth, killed innocent people, and robbed female relatives. Now they don't even pay attention to the Nine Great Clans. snatch."

"I can't help it! No matter how powerful Liao is, even the Zi Clan can only swallow their anger and sacrifice a younger woman to save the entire Zi Clan."

"The "Yin-Yang Jing" practiced by Mr. Wuyue has reached the realm of the eighth layer of yang fire. If you want to reach the state of the ninth layer of yang fire, you must find a cauldron. To succeed in cultivation. Zi Hanyan is the most outstanding daughter of the Zi Clan, who owns the 'Ice and Snow Heart Palace', and is the best candidate for the cauldron."

"In order to help Mr. Wuyue seize the cauldron, I heard that even Nan Gongming, the deputy head of the Demon Liao Palace, went to the Zi Clan to put pressure on the Zi Clan king."

...

On both sides of the street, many monks were discussing in low voices, some were lamenting, some were gloating, and some were indignant. However, they all just said a few words of exclamation. To really offend the Demon Liao Temple?

"boom!"

A two-story building fell from mid-air and smashed into the tribute team, overturning a tribute cart, and the two soldiers guarding the tribute cart were thrown out and crushed under the ruins.

On the street, there was chaos.

The tribute convoy stopped.

"Shua Shua!"

A group of warriors in black rushed out from the crowd,

Masked in black cloth, with a cold murderous look, and a black saber in his hand, it was like a group of death gods entering the tribute convoy.

"puff!"

"puff!"

The black-clothed warriors were very powerful, like a group of ferocious wolves, they brought down more than a dozen soldiers who were escorting the tribute to deal with them in just one breath. 【First release】

One of the tall warriors in black, like a leader, broke into Zi Hanyan's chariot, grabbed Zi Hanyan's wrist, and wanted to take her away.

This group of black-clothed warriors were very quick and well-trained, and quickly killed the convoy guards escorting the tribute, and they were about to leave with Zihanyan!

"call out!"

A sharp white brilliance flew out from the golden dragon-elephant cart in the front, changing dozens of directions in succession, the speed was as fast as a streamer!

When the white brilliance stopped, everyone saw clearly that it was a man in white clothes!

It's just that his speed is too fast, so it looks like a white light.

"Boom! Boom..."

Dozens of powerful black-clothed warriors all fell to the ground. There was a finger-sized blood hole between their eyebrows, and red blood and white brains flowed out of it.

In just an instant, dozens of martial arts masters were killed. These methods are really appalling, and shocked the monks on both sides of the street!

He is the number one powerhouse of the younger generation of Jiuyuejiang, Young Master Wuyue.

But Mr. Wuyue is not a gentle and handsome boy, but rather tall and burly, with a square face, dark skin, thick eyebrows, and a body more than two meters tall!

He stood in the middle of the street, with his hands behind his back, like an iron tower, staring sharply at the leader of the warrior in black and Zi Hanyan standing opposite him, snorted coldly, and said, "Even Lord Liaowang's tribute is not enough." Dare to snatch it, Your Excellency is really brave!"

"If it is really a tribute to Lord Liao Wang, I will naturally not snatch it. However, some people use the prestige of Lord Liao King to seek benefits for themselves. Why don't I dare to snatch it?" The leader of the warrior stood in front of Zi Hanyan and said in a low voice: "Yan'er, you go first, I will block him."

Zi Hanyan tightly grabbed the arm of the leader of the warrior in black, pursed his lips, and shook his head vigorously.

Young Master Wuyue sneered and said, "No one can leave today!"

Blazing flames emanated from his skin, turning red, like a piece of iron that had been burnt red, sparks would appear wherever the air and his skin touched.

With a movement of his body, he rushed towards Zi Hanyan and the leader of the warrior in black.

Young Master Wuyue punched out a pair of flaming fists, condensing the phantoms of the heads of two fire unicorns, and burst out a terrifying beast roar.

The leader of the warriors in black and Zi Hanyan used martial arts supernatural powers at the same time to resist, but in just an instant, the two of them were blown out and fell dozens of feet away.

Facing the terrifying combat power of Young Master Wuyue, the two of them couldn't resist even one round, and they suffered heavy injuries at the same time.

"boom!"

Young Master Wuyue was quick, and in an instant, he rushed to the head of the black-clothed warrior. Before the leader of the black-clothed warrior could react, he slashed down with his palm, smashing the right leg of the black-clothed warrior's head. Cut off.

"ah……"

The leader of the warrior in black let out a scream, and his entire right leg lost feeling. The blood vessel at the knee was broken, and blood flowed out, soaking the ground red.

"father!"

Zi Hanyan clutched his chest, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and tears in his eyes, he rushed towards the leader of the black-clothed warrior, trying to hug the leader of the black-clothed warrior.

Young Master Wuyue's expression was indifferent, he grabbed Zi Hanyan's hair, and lifted her face up, revealing a beautiful and slender neck, his scalp was ripped apart, and there was a painful whimpering sound from his mouth!

Young Master Wuyue ignored her and stepped on the chest of the leader of the black warrior, suppressing the leader of the black warrior so that he could not move. Daring to snatch your tribute, it seems that you Zi Clan are really too arrogant, and you have completely disregarded Lord Liao Wang."

The leader of the warrior in black clenched his teeth and said angrily: "Xiao'er Nangong, since I dared to come to Zilian Mountain, I never thought about going back to the Zi Clan. To tell you the truth, I have left the Zi Clan. If you want to Use this incident as an excuse to convict the Zi family, then you have made a mistake!"

"Boom!"

Young Master Wuyue kicked the leader of the warrior in black with one kick.

The leader of the warrior in black slammed into the hard wall, his head was bleeding, and he was buried under the broken wall.

"An old thing who doesn't know how to live or die!" Young Master Wuyue glanced coldly at the monks on both sides of the street. He was so shocked that those monks ran away one after another. Because they were too panicked to escape, some of them stepped on the bottom of their trousers and fell to the ground.

"You ungrateful animal!"

Young Master Wuyue stared at Zi Hanyan, pulled her hair, dragged her to the ground, and dragged her to the bottom of the red sandalwood chariot. With a wave of his arm, he threw her into the red sandalwood chariot.

"Continue on the road..."

As soon as Mr. Wuyue said this, he frowned slightly. He looked towards the top of the red sandalwood chariot, and saw a man in blue clothes standing on the top of the chariot. Golden ghost mask.

Just now, when he threw Zihanyan into the red sandalwood chariot, there was no one on the top of the chariot.

In just one turn, there was an extra person above, which was extremely weird.

"Who?" Young Master Wuyue asked coldly without a trace of fear.

"Wow!"

The man in the blue shirt wearing the golden ghost mask floated down from the top of the chariot, really walking step by step, just walking in the air, like stepping on invisible stairs!

He landed lightly on the ground, glanced at Zi Hanyan in the chariot, and said, "Gongzichuan!"

"Gongzichuan?"

Mr. Wuyue sneered, "In front of me, Mr. Wuyue, anyone who dares to call the word 'Young Master' will be punished with death."

The palm of Mr. Wuyue turned into claw marks, flames burst out from his five fingers, he took two steps forward with both feet, stepped on the ground two deep footprints, and grabbed Ning Xiaochuan with one claw.

The claws, which turned into the claws of the fire unicorn, reached the man in the green shirt wearing the golden ghost mask in an instant, and the crimson flames almost completely enveloped the man in the blue shirt.

"Boom!"

The hands of the man in the blue shirt were wrapped by lightning, tearing the flames apart, he jumped up, jumped into the red sandalwood chariot, and stretched out an arm to hug the waist of Zi Hanyan, who was still in shock.

Young Master Wuyue let out a long cry, and tore through his claws, smashing the entire chariot into pieces.

"Boom!"

The man in the green shirt picked up Zi Hanyan, turned it into a stream of colorful light, and lifted his body upwards by more than ten feet!

Young Master Wuyue let out a cold snort, kicked his legs on the ground, and shot suddenly, hitting the "Kirin Claw" again, which turned into a five-meter-large flaming unicorn claw.

The body of the man in the green shirt moved above the air, and every time he moved the position was incomparably mysterious, drawing an arc in the air, it was like volleying in vain, changing directions seven times in a row, and dodging seven fierce attacks of the Moonless Son .

The monks below were dumbfounded.

They were amazed at the strength of Wuyue Gongzi's martial arts supernatural powers, every move has overwhelming power. At the same time, they admired the mysterious man in the blue shirt, holding a woman in his arms, but his movements were so weird, like flowing water, that the Moonless Prince didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.