Ding Juran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Boss Fang went into seclusion.

I was suffocated to control these people and not go out for such a long time.

So I decided to go out for a walk and get some fresh air!

Just do some work!

As soon as this decision came out, Long Yikong and others almost sang and danced on the spot!

After coming out, they looked around and found no good targets, but everyone finally came out once and were not in a hurry to go back.

It would also be good to just wander around in the mountains and forests and kill a few spiritual beasts.

As a result, I heard the rumbling world war over there that day.

Everyone was curious, but they didn't dare to get close. They moved closer as carefully as possible, and by chance, they met the leader of the Blood Cloud Cult, Mu Yun, and his party.

Long Yikong, who hadn't done business for a long time, suddenly became excited.

Step forward immediately.

Mu Yun was stunned by his nonsense words.

"Who?"

Mu Yun pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"I'm asking you! You don't regard yourself as an outsider, but you actually asked me about it."

Long Yikong snorted, glanced at the seven people in front of him, and said dissatisfied: "Why are there not even any girls?"

On the other side, Feng Wanxia had a cold face.

Although he recovered all night, his eyes were still a little bruised from being beaten by Long Yikong.

With a pair of phoenix eyes, he would never look at Long Yikong, a damned person!

But the oxen, the war horses, the thousand-mile sheep, the 90%, are all looking at other people.

Everyone's eyes glowed green - they saw the ring on Mu Yun's hand!

Damn it!

There is a ring!

Ding Ziran looked at these people with cold eyes. He always felt that they did not look like good people, but he was worried that he had killed the wrong good people.

He said calmly: "Ask!"

Long Yikong received the order and said: "The Night Demon Sect is doing something, who are you?"

Mu Yun was stunned and said: "It turns out we are one of our own, we are from the Xueyun Sect."

Blood Cloud Sect?

Mo Wu leaned close to Ding Ziran's ear and said, "The great protector has a ring, and this person has a ring."

Ding Ziran narrowed his eyes.

Mo understood the idea and said with a strange smile: "What is the Blood Cloud Sect? I have never heard of it! If you are wise, hand over your ring! Hand over your weapons! Hand over your property! Get out!"

As soon as Long Yikong heard this, he knew that the Great Protector had set the tone, and he suddenly became very proud: "Take off your clothes and get out of here! Especially you..."

He pointed at Mu Yun: "Leave the ring to me! I think the ring of yours is not quite right, it doesn't fit well, and the color is not good, so it doesn't match you well."

Mu Yun suddenly laughed sinisterly and said: "So you want to rob me? How brave, where is your leader Night Demon?"

Don't be fooled like a piece of magic mist flying down: "Why are you robbing you!? Give you face, don't take it away! I advise you, don't be ignorant of praise!"

As he spoke, he had already exchanged thirty moves with Mu Yun.

Bang.

Mu Yun staggered and retreated. Don't turn over and retreat.

He whispered: "I will hurt him if I hit him."

Ding Jieran snorted and walked out slowly with a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword flashing with autumn water, and pointed at Mu Yun's ring.

He didn't speak.

But Mu Yun miraculously understood and sneered: "You want a ring too?"

The tip of Ding Ziran's sword shook.

Mu Yun sneered: "If you don't give it, will you kill me?"

Ding Ziran's eyes flashed, deep and cold.

Mu Yun understood: "You actually gave me an ultimatum? What a beautiful thought!"

aside.

Long Yikong and others' eyes widened in shock.

Damn it!

How could he communicate so happily with the Great Protector?

What a miracle!

I really didn't expect that this person is actually a talent.

Ding Juran raised his long sword and made a move.

Everyone rushed forward.

Because this is the signal for a siege and an order to start: leave no one behind!

But Ding Juran had already thrust his sword towards Mu Yun.

Soldiers versus soldiers versus generals, exactly seven people versus seven people. No one is idle!

Mo Wulong Yikong and others quickly gained the upper hand.

Mu Yun, who was fighting against Ding Juran, encountered the darkest moment in his life!

He only felt the opponent's sword flash, and it didn't seem to be very fast before it reached his throat. He hurriedly unfolded his sword skills, exercised enough skills, and blocked and counterattacked in one go.

But he didn't feel that he had blocked anything, and the opponent's sword actually reached his throat again.

He hurriedly took a step back and fought back again, but before he could fight back, the opponent's sword tip reached his throat again.

The skin and flesh of his throat were aroused by the opponent's cold sword energy.

In a state of embarrassment, he hurriedly dodged again, this time retreating more than three feet.

But before he could gain a firm footing, the opponent's sword actually reached his throat again.

He tried his best to block, but he couldn't touch the opponent's sword no matter what.

The opponent's sword has reached an incredible level.

He roared in fear and rolled over. Before he could get up, the opponent's shining sword tip was already at his throat again!

Mu Yun cursed in his heart.

You really don't know where to attack other than the throat.

But there was no choice but to dodge again.

From the beginning of the fight until after one hundred swords, Mu Yun found that he had not counterattacked even a single move and had to dodge the whole time!

The opponent's sword is like a tarsal maggot, unable to get rid of it at all.

Sweating profusely, he kept asking: "Who are you?"

"Sign up!"

"It's all a misunderstanding!"

“Everyone is a family!”

"I'll give you the ring!"

"..."

But no matter what, the other party was as mute as not saying a word, only the cold and deep cold light in his eyes.

After he saw it, he felt inexplicably panicked.

"Are you a mute!?"

Mu Yun collapsed.

After the lazy donkey rolled away again, he asked in a broken voice, even crying in his voice.

But the other party still said nothing.

But he took a step back, his sword flashing, pointing at him from afar.

Finally having a chance to breathe, Mu Yun hurriedly stood up, then turned around and realized that all six of his men had been chopped down to the ground without exception.

There was blood on the ground.

There were two people searching him one by one.

These guys must be said to be very professional, they even searched the underwear and soles and leggings.
To be continued...