The conversation between Bei Long and Bai Yun Zhenren is naturally also spoke with true energy, so that everyone can understand it.

Hearing Bei Long's irony, the Ming Cult disciples burst into laughter. There were thousands of Ming Cult disciples, and the sound of ridicule was everywhere in the mountains, as if even the entire Kunlun Mountain was mocking the shamelessness of Baiyun.

Bai Yun Zhenren blushed and said in a slight sense: "What evidence do you have to say that my disciple is going to kill you indiscriminately?"

Bei Long curled his lips: "If I said that the person who killed your disciple is actually Master Lekong, would you believe it?"

Master Lekong shook his hand, and a long and white eyebrows left him ruthlessly.

"Nonsense!" Bai Yun Zhenren shouted sternly: "Master Lekong is highly respected, how could he kill my disciple?"

Beilong spread his hands and said, "Then the question is, why don't you believe me if I say Master Kong killed your disciple? If others say I killed your disciple, you believe it? There is no evidence, just because I am not respected?"

"How can you compare with Master Lekong?" Bai Yun said with confidence: "Master Lekong is a Shaolin monk, you are the leader of the Demon Sect..."

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense!" Bei Long smiled "sneer": "I understand your logic!

"Anyway, our Ming Cult is a demon! It's right for us, the Ming Cult to do any bad things!

"Come on, I'm stupid! Everyone can kill evil deeds!" Bei Long patted his head jokingly:

"The head is here, waiting for you to pick it up!"

"The Holy Sect of Light is the most beautiful! The leader of the school arrived and he was invincible!" The disciples of the Ming Cult were all excited when they heard it, and they felt a sense of aura that made them unable to help but want to cheer for Beilong!

"The Holy Sect of Light, I am betrayed the people! The leader of the sect will be invincible!" The Ming King's head was on the top of the platform, and even the Silver Rat Heavenly Lord Fan Wuya was raising his arms and shouting. Zhou Xiaolin glanced at Fan Wuya unhappily. When did this dead rat go to Beilong? Suddenly, someone shouted slogans beside him. He looked back at Yang Donghai in disbelief: Even you, a thick-eyed and big-eyed person, betrayed the revolution?

Yang Donghai avoided Zhou Xiaolin's gaze: I don't know why, but I just couldn't help but want to shout!

"Amitabha..." Master Lekong sighed, clasped his hands together and retreated silently. There was no need to persuade him at this point. These two people were Zhou Yu who beat Huang Gai, one who beat the other who beat the other who beat the other!

Beilong felt a pair of concerned eyes looking at him from behind. He turned around and met her water-cutting eyes.

Tang Ying looked at Bei Long with a hint of determination in her eyes: As long as you have a look, I will kill her for you!

If you are well, even if the world is full of blood!

First, I am not your aunt. Bei Long smiled and shook his head: Second, I like to do it myself.

Tang Ying didn't know what meaning it meant, so she stared at Bai Yun Zhenren with a fierce look and stepped back.

"That's the intention!" Bai Yun Zhenren was so angry that her old face turned red. She came angrily to the riot of the slap in the face, but she didn't expect that she was slapped by Tang Ying first, and was speechless by a young boy in public. She had wanted to do it for a long time, but it was hindering Master Kong and Tang Ying. Now that Bei Long had said everything, Bai Yun Zhenren completely let himself go: "Since ancient times, good and evil are incompatible! Today is either you die, or I die!"

Great! Zhou Xiaolin clenched his fists in excitement: Baiyun Zhenren killed Bei Long, and I am the leader!

What a pity... Yang Donghai felt pity at this moment: In fact, the leader of the Bei surname may not be all bad things...

Fan Wuya's small eyes were rolling around, as if she was waiting for something, and she was so anxious that she scratched her head.

The more rational disciples of the Ming Cult are all worried about Bei Long. Although Bei Long's words are so bold that they can hear them excitedly, Bai Yun Zhenren is a long-famous legend. Bei Long has just taken over as the leader at a young age. Is he really a rival to "Bai Wuchang"?

Isn't it good to live? Sikong Yuan sneered from afar: Why bother with impulse? Why bother?

After saying this, Bai Yun felt that his words were not as powerful as Bei Long. Although he was a woman, Bai Yun was competing for strength in everything. So she patted her head like Bei Long and said loudly:

"Who dares to take the big head!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Bei Long shouting: "I dare!"

"laugh--"

A golden sword light shot out from Beilong's mouth in an instant. This golden sword light seemed to be a golden lightning that cut through the sky, so fast that everyone had no time to react. They were blinded by the sudden appearance of golden lightning. In just a blink of an eye, they heard a "bang" sound!

Bai Yun, who was still talking boldly just now, burst out with a blood mist on his head, as if the other side of the underworld was blooming!

Her hand was still raising it up and slapped her head, but when it fell, it slapped directly on the blood-sprayed neck!

At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped flowing. Everyone stared at the headless corpse that was high above. The snow-white Taoist robe, the snow-white whisk, the snow-white silver sword was stained red with blood. She seemed to have turned into a human-shaped fountain, constantly brightening the sky with blood...

"Swish--"

The golden lightning circled in the night sky and returned to Beilong's mouth in a flash. Of course, there was no bloody smell. The fire dragon's true energy wrapped in golden lightning had burned everything. After Beilong took back the Fenghui sword, he felt his body was hollowed out, and his eyes and black body shook involuntarily.

The shocking attack just now consumed his fire dragon true energy, but he had to do so. Baiyun Zhenren is a legend of the enemy of thousands of people. Under normal circumstances, he is not the opponent of Baiyun Zhenren at all. But this is his bright ceremony. He must win this battle no matter what, and he must also win the earth-shaking!

It's still too forced...

Beilong smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly. He thought he had become much stronger and might be able to persevere until the end of the Light Festival...

At this moment, a gust of fragrant wind suddenly came, and a warm and soft little hand held his cold and stiff big hand.

The familiar god Zhao Yuan rushed over from the Laogong acupoint in his palm and rushed towards his dry dantian.

Beilong's pale face finally regained a little blushing, and he tilted his head over and looked at the beautiful woman beside him.

Tang Ying looked at the "human-shaped fountain" without looking sideways. Her big red sleeves covered the hands that were tightly held together, as if she just walked forward and stood side by side with Bei Long...
Chapter completed!