Chapter 3005: The Torrent Comes
One by one, the head of the family, one by one, one hundred strong men, spoke out in anger, and anger lingered.
However, despite the clamor and anger, no one took the lead.
Shui Ninghan glanced at everyone and sneered, "I expect you to fight back, at least, to make me look up."
The voice fell, but no one answered.
Shui Ninghan sneered more and more, "The former hundred schools are indeed powerful, and they are indeed proud."
"Not long after the beginning of the ancient times, there was a hundred schools of thought contending."
"Each of your ancestors has at least become a dominant player in the mainland during that time, founded a family, and made the mainland of Megatron."
"Hundreds of schools at that time supported the glory of the entire ancient martial arts."
"But today's hundred schools are vulnerable."
Shui Ninghan smiled coldly, "You really came to the Demon Domain defense line with the heart of mortal death."
"But, there are eight temples in the battle of changing the sky, and you have luck after all."
"Now, just you, you don't even have the guts to be the first bird."
"As I said, today's hundred schools are basically a mob."
Shui Ninghan's words fell, each sentence slammed into the heart, constantly impacting the psychological defense line of the hundred experts present.
Meng Lao Patriarch suddenly shouted, "If the hundreds of families are really a mob, why does Miss Shui spend so much trouble now, trying so hard to make me surrender?"
Shui Ning smiled coldly, "If you can gather sand into a tower, the people who lead the hundreds of families are indeed strong, and they can even reach the power of the two halls."
"If you don't surrender to me, you'll be just scattered sand, a mob."
"Whether my words are true or false, the old master Meng can judge by himself."
The master of the dream home fell silent.
The old Patriarch Su raised his hand, "Miss Shui doesn't have much time."
"This is the western area, the turf power of the Dongfang family."
"There is so much movement here,
At every turn, the momentum above the Saint Venerable stage erupted, and the Dongfang family must have noticed it. "
"Miss Shui may still have time to leave now."
"Hahahaha." Shui Ninghan was stunned for a moment, then laughed a few times.
"Old Patriarch Su, do you still want to move to Dongfang's house to oppress me?"
"Why, I think of the Dongfang family now?"
"As far as I know, the elites of your hundred families are in the Dongfang family, but they stood on the side of Xiao Yi and sneered at the Dongfang family."
"With the grievances between Xiao Yi and the Dongfang family today, do you think the Dongfang family will take care of you?"
The old Patriarch Su suddenly changed his face.
The feud between Xiao Yi and the Dongfang family, everyone in the hundreds of families was aware of it.
Dongfang Qilin died, and the Dongfang family was already burning with anger.
Xiao Yi first made a riot in the mourning hall, then destroyed the monument and dismantled the coffin, and finally killed directly, even the old owner of Dongfang was seriously injured.
With such a great hatred, the own hundred families clearly stand on Xiao Yi's side, and the Dongfang family will still care about their lives?
"I said it." Shui Ning smiled coldly, "If you did the wrong thing, you believed the wrong person and made the wrong decision."
"Now, you might as well hope that Xiao Yi will come to rescue you."
"Oh, the little girl forgot." Shui Ninghan jokingly smiled, "That Hall Master Xiao Yi had already patted his butt and left, but now he is at ease and travels around."
"And the life and death of you abandoned sons, where can he manage, and where does he have the will to manage."
"It's almost time again." Shui Ninghan sneered.
"Hundreds of families have fallen into such fields today."
"Back then, your ancestors believed in the Eighth Palace, what did they get in exchange?"
"As soon as the Eighth Hall called, a hundred strong men came out of their nests, but what they got, they became abandoned sons, and they never returned, and the whole army was wiped out."
"Because of this, Fang caused you to hide from the world for millions of years, and the peak powerhouses are completely broken, and the green and yellow are not connected."
"There is also a loss of dignity of all of your hundred families today. It's just that I have blocked the flaws, and there is nothing I can do."
"Even if you have a peak powerhouse, you will not face extinction now."
Shui Ning said coldly, "Today, are you still following in the footsteps of our ancestors? Do you still want to believe in the Eighth Palace?"
Hundreds of martial artists were silent, with different expressions on their faces.
They have inherited hundreds of families, and they are ancient and strong.
Any one of their hundreds of martial artists can use this to look down on other martial artists of the same level, and their combat power is extraordinary.
Hundreds of them joined forces, and even participated in the battle of changing the sky, fighting against the fifty kingdoms and countless powerful demon clans in the demon domain.
They can even rely on the technique of joint strikes to devote their entire family's strength to the combat power of beheading a demon lord or above.
However, now the methods of hundreds of schools have all been broken.
With their pure strength, they couldn't even beat the young woman in front of them.
"The time is up, is there a decision yet?" Shui Ninghan's gloomy voice resounded throughout the audience.
Hundreds of homes, no one answered.
Old Patriarch Su took a step forward and said, "We believe in the Eighth Palace, not only because we believe in Xiao Yi's Palace Master, but not only because he rescued our Baijia Tianjiao."
"More importantly, we have always believed in our ancestors. We did not make the wrong decision or believe in the wrong person."
"Today, the same is true."
Shui Ninghan heard the words, his face was completely gloomy, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring.
"Stubbornness, Wan Dao."
The water condensed and drank coldly.
Aside, the old man nodded, "Yes, water girl."
"You are courting death yourself, you can't blame others." The old man sneered, and burst out with aura.
Hundreds of martial artists, Qi Qi was shocked.
They could already feel the terrifying power lingering in the air.
Just at this moment, the old man shouted loudly.
"stop."
In the distance, a burly figure, dressed in white, came quickly.
Before the person arrived, a violent palm wind slammed into the old man violently and domineeringly.
The old man's face changed suddenly.
Before the palm wind arrived, his aura had been completely suppressed.
This proves that the person who comes is stronger than him, and he is more than capable.
In the western region, there is only one person with such strength.
"Eastern Crazy Waves." The old man narrowed his eyes.
Bang...a loud bang.
In the distance, a white streamer instantly fell, standing firmly in front of the hundred experts, confronting the old man.
"Gu Fu?" Dongfang Kuanglan glanced at the old man with disdain, and then his eyes fixed on the woman beside the old man.
"Water girl?"
Shui Ninghan's eyes turned cold, "Old Patriarch Dongfang, you want to take care of my business?"
In the beautiful eyes, there is a fierce cold, looking directly at the turbulent east.
Shh... In the distance, there was a cry.
Then, there were a series of dense treads that shook the earth.
In the distance, headed by a blue thunder light.
That, it is a monster, like a horse but not a horse, a little taller than an ordinary horse, and its feet are blue flames.
That is the Lei Yan beast of the Dongfang family.
Behind him, a mighty elite attacked.
From a distance, it looks like a huge white torrent.
"The white torrent of the Dongfang family?" Shui Ninghan's face turned cold.
Shhh...
However, after a few breaths, the five Lei Yan beasts took the lead and fell behind the hundred martial artists.
Teams of elites from the Dongfang family immediately surrounded the surroundings, raising their swords and pointing.
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