What stood in front of us was Long Zaitian, the son-in-law of the Shenchi Palace who had previously fled into the dense forest of practice.

A day ago, he was the actual helm of the most mysterious holy land in the world of cultivation. At the moment when the palace master and the great elder of the teaching master were in seclusion and practiced, he controlled most of the order and transactions of the Tianshan Shenchi Palace, one person, and one thousand people. However, at this moment, he was like a panic-stricken mouse, with only two or three followers left by his side. Even his most solid supporter, Long Feiyang, was on the lakeside, and cut the King of Northern Xinjiang into two halves with one knife.

With such great ups and downs in life, it is no wonder that he would have been crazy about the Westerners who had been torn apart from Rudolf and his group of Westerners, hoping to burn the jade with this huge god's palace.

If you talk about hatred, Long Zaitian naturally pretends to be full of anger, and it is not only the pain today, but also the old regret brewed over the past twenty years.

In name, he is the prince-in-law of the palace master, but in the past twenty years, the Palace Master Yinji has nothing to do, except for the daughter of Shenji, so he can see the relationship between the couple. Long Zai Tian is openly entering and leaving fireworks venues, from Russian girl to Ukrainian Ocean Horse, he has always been there. As far as I guess, he may not be able to get any meat and fish in his nominal wife, so he is so bold.

In other words, wearing a cuckold that has been in name only for twenty years, how can Long Zaitian not be angry?

As the saying goes, when the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous. Long Zaitian appears in front of the narrow crack, wearing a leather jacket. The monsters and beasts rolling out around him turn a blind eye to him, but instead grinning at me and the King of Northern Xinjiang, showing an extremely desire to attack. If the Fuling Leopard had not been shocked by us, he would have been besieged by a large group of monsters.

The King of Northern Xinjiang took off his strange-shaped long knife like a kitchen knife from his back. He didn't say anything, but squinted his eyes, looked left, and looked again. It was like looking at a pig waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

Long Zaitian was holding back his harsh words to tell the rival in front of him, but the other party used the attitude of a winner in life and ignored him at all. This made the former Shenchi Palace prince consort really angry and scolded the King of Northern Xinjiang: "I have opened the crack in this space, and Shenchi Palace is about to be destroyed. Are you not angry at all?"

This is a bit naive. It is not like a hero like Long Zaitian, but it is a bit like a child fighting spirit. However, it is understandable that I turned over and jumped onto the Fuling Leopard and swam around me, so that the beasts that were eyeing and ready to pounce on him at any time were calm, and then turned around to see what the King of Northern Xinjiang said.

Compared to Long Zaitian's embarrassment, the King of Northern Xinjiang seemed very open-minded and smiled and said with a silence: "What's the point of being angry about me? This Shenchi Palace is your home, not mine. My home is in the northern Xinjiang, in the Western Regions, in the Kunlun and Tianshan Mountains that stretch thousands of miles, in the deserted Gobi and desert, in the sweet Hetao Plain and the Nalati Grassland where cattle and sheep are everywhere, every martial grassland tribe is circulating the name of my Master Tian, ​​and every yurt is equipped with fine wine and smoke to entertain my Master Tian. Such a life is really not easy to talk about than a mere Shenchi Palace that is watching the sky in a well..."

This guy spoke too freely, Long Zaitian's expression seemed even more distorted. He roared at the fat black man in front of him fiercely: "Since that's the case, why are you going to come back and destroy everything I have?"

The King of Northern Xinjiang said calmly: "Because of you."

"Because of me?"

"Yes, if I hadn't heard the news that you were willing to deal with Yin Ji, how could I go back to the Shenchi Palace against the poisonous oath I made back then? Let me tell you the truth. Since I entered the Shenchi Palace, my blood oath had already entered the heart vein and could not be liberated. I was killed on the left and right. Why not go with you? There is a companion on the road to the underworld. If you drink and smoke, you will not be bored..."

The King of Northern Xinjiang spoke calmly, but I was shocked in my heart. I didn't expect that the King of Northern Xinjiang would violate such a vicious oath when he returned to the Shenchi Palace. Looking at his calm appearance these days, how could I know that he had not had a few days to live?

What exactly is it that this man left behind everything he had achieved success and fame and came to the Kanikami to die generously?

Is it because of love?

Long Zaitan also seemed very surprised and said in disbelief: "Sure enough, I heard from my mother that you will never return to the Shenchi Palace in your life. I didn't expect you to be back. Are you worth it for that woman?"

The King of Northern Xinjiang smiled indifferently and seemed very detached: "Twenty years ago, I was afraid of death and dared not face it, so I felt it was not worth it. But now, after experiencing thousands of prosperity and misery, joys and sorrows, and after careful consideration, I realized that life will last forever, and the grass will grow in autumn. It is too difficult to find someone who is in her heart. So if you have it, even if you meet with the golden wind and jade dew, it will be better than everything in the world. So I came back, just want to tell her a word, I failed her back then, not because I didn't love her, but because I loved her too much..."

The King of Northern Xinjiang whispered softly, slowly speaking the words he had been holding in his heart for twenty years to this rival.

He and the Palace Master Yin Ji had just reunited after twenty years and had never said anything. But he slowly said it. What's strange is that such stingy words were said from the mouth of this fat black man. I didn't feel any discomfort, but felt a soreness on my nose and an urge to cry like rain.

But on this battlefield, the true feelings of the King of Northern Xinjiang did not spread. Suddenly, his expression turned cold, and then he said to Long Zaitian Lengran: "In addition, I would also like to thank you. If it weren't for you and your mother Long Laoxue, I wouldn't know that I loved her so much. This made me recognize myself in my life; in addition, I would also like to thank you. I have seen the God Ji, which is very good. I have helped me raise my daughter for twenty years, which really makes me grateful..."

This was so hurtful that Long Zaitian's anger was suddenly ignited. He grabbed it from the side, took out a sharp blue sword, and roared and rushed towards the King of Northern Xinjiang.

The King of Northern Frontier was not afraid of this person. He inserted his long sword on the soil and quietly waited for the other party to arrive. However, just as Long Zaitian rushed out of thin air, a guy wearing a black monk's robe appeared out of thin air. It was Rudolph, the leader of Long Zaitian's foreign aid. He stopped Long Zaitan, who was burning in anger, and shouted sternly: "Calm calm, Long, are you his opponent?"

The irritable Long Zaitian roared angrily: "He is just a sprinkler of water. How can he compare with me?"

At this moment, ten big knights in heavy armor emerged from the nearby forest, forming a heavy wall in front of Long Zaitian. Seeing this scene, Long Zaitian, who was a little out of control, understood who had the most say at this time. He gritted his teeth fiercely and did not speak anymore. I saw Rudolph coming out and saying to us: "Who is the person who blocked our horn hand just now?"

The King of Northern Xinjiang did not say anything, glanced at me, while I raised my hand weakly and said, "It's me, what's wrong?"

Rudolph asked, "What happened to you to Count Dracula?"

I pointed to the direction behind me and said, "He said he was a vampire, oh, no, the blood clan, and then I lit it with tinea oil..."

I said it with ease, but Rudolph and everyone around him all turned cold and cold. Rudolph shook his head and said, "Impossible, you will never be able to kill Dracula. He is a descendant of the legendary Count!"

I raised the sword in my hand and said sternly: "Facts are better than words. Whether a man can do it depends on whether his fists are hard. Come on, everyone, don't make a fuss. All grudges, love and revenge will be over in one battle!"

The space cracks that kept gushing out of monsters were even more dangerous than the crater. Chatting in this place was obviously not a name choice. They were either born or died together. There were so many grudges and hatreds. I raised my sword and began to rush forward on the Fuling Leopard under my crotch. Just as I was rushing forward, the King of Northern Xinjiang kicked out the long sword from the soil, held it tightly, and walked forward with me.

The two of them were both leopards and had a firm will. Even if there was a sea of ​​swords and fire in front of them, the man would not blink.

Do it, just do it!

The Fuling Leopard had a terrifying explosive power, and rushed forward in an instant, and then a pair of front paws rushed towards Rudolph, who was the first to be hit.

The foreign monk did not fight hard with me, but he drifted into the battle formation composed of ten great knights. These ten people were connected to each other and built the Great Wall of Steel, which slammed my impact.

To be honest, it is enough for such a group of people to strangle me. My charge is too arrogant. However, when a person lives for a while, I forget life and death. In my mind, I just kept recalling the battle between the uncle Li Daozi and the elder of the Shenchi Palace before the Baizhang Ice Cave. I subconsciously wanted to imitate the other party's methods. If I learn so well, I could cooperate with the Fuling Leopard to rush left and right in the battle formation and fight happily.

I held up a group of top experts from the Illuminati Society, and the King of Northern Xinjiang came to Long Zaitian.

This is a battle between an old enemy and an old love rival. A destined battle. The King of Northern Xinjiang took action and fully demonstrated his terror as one of the top ten in the world. The first sword blocked with all his strength, like a cloud hanging in the sky, blocking the enemy's attack. The second sword was gustful and windy, and the sword was twitching and turning back gently, breaking Long Zaitian's back. Just as the two of them showed their lifelong cultivation and understanding in an instant, the King of Northern Xinjiang cut out the third sword.

This sword moves forward like a meteor thunder, extremely domineering, turning all his love, hatred, sadness and joy into this sword and flying star.
Chapter completed!