At dusk, Ning Zhe saw two people riding their mounts and rushing out of the mountain gate of Lieyang Sect.

Looking at the mount flying overhead, Ning Zhe secretly thought something was wrong.

Damn it!

Empiricism kills people!

I actually forgot that these people have flying mounts!

Even if he could sneak attack, he couldn't just jump into the sky and sneak attack these two people!

We must rush to the Spirit Sword Gate immediately!

Ning Zhe didn't think too much and quickly headed towards the Spirit Sword Gate.

I hope I can get there in time!

I hope this Spirit Sword Sect can delay the time a little!

If he really implicates everyone in the Lingjian Sect because of himself, he will feel regretful for the rest of his life.

In desperation, Ning Zhe increased his speed to the extreme.

If he hadn't considered that the bloodline power would still be retained to deal with the people of the Lieyang Sect, he would have wished to activate the bloodline power now to make himself faster.

While Ning Zhe was running towards the Spirit Sword Gate, Yan Xiangxun and Huang Wanchou, who had flying mounts, quickly rushed to the Spirit Sword Gate.

Seeing the two men coming with anger, everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect became extremely nervous.

Just the momentum of the two people made everyone almost breathless.

Mo Nanshan took a deep breath and bravely stepped forward to greet him: "Elder Yan and Elder Huang are here. Mo is a little far away from us, so please forgive me!"

As soon as Mo Nanshan finished speaking, Yan Xiangxun suddenly kicked him forward.

Bang!

Yan Xiangxun is a strong man in the fifth level of Taoism, so the power of this kick is naturally not light.

Mo Nanshan was kicked back more than ten steps before he could stabilize his figure, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Head!"

Seeing that Mo Nanshan was injured, several elders from the Spirit Sword Sect rushed forward.

"Don't move!"

Mo Nanshan stopped everyone and suppressed the surging energy and blood in his body.

"Two elders, I know why you are here."

Mo Nanshan raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Wait a moment, you two. I'll have Elder Zhuo's head returned to you first. Let's talk about other things later!"

Head?

Yan Xiangxun's expression changed and he asked coldly: "Are you demonstrating against us?"

"Elder Yan misunderstood."

Mo Nanshan shook his head gently and said seriously: "The two disciples of Guizong left in a hurry and did not bring Elder Zhuo's head back. I have sent people to retrieve it and put it back. I wanted to send it to Guizong, but now

If you two are here in person, please give it to the two elders! This way, it will prevent Elder Zhuo from leaving the body incomplete when he is buried..."

"You know the truth!"

Yan Xiangxun nodded slightly.

With Yan Xiangxun's permission, Mo Nanshan quickly turned around and said to the people behind him: "Why don't you go get Elder Zhuo's head quickly?"

While speaking, Mo Nanshan winked at the man crazily, signaling him to quickly take the opportunity to notify the disciples in the sect to evacuate quietly.

However, the man was already in a panic and did not understand Mo Nanshan's meaning at all. He just turned around and left in a hurry.

Looking at his appearance, Mo Nanshan couldn't help cursing in his heart, but he started to have a headache again, thinking about how to overcome this difficulty.

"Tell me, where did Ning Zhe go?"

At this time, Huang Wanchou asked again in a stern voice.

"He left already."

Mo Nanshan smiled bitterly.

"I know he's gone!"

Huang Wanchou shouted angrily: "I'm asking you, where has he gone?"

"Elder Huang, you are really making things difficult for me." Mo Nanshan smiled bitterly and said, "Ning Zhefei is a disciple of my Spirit Sword Sect. How could he tell us where he is going?"

When Huang Wanchou heard this, a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Do you not know, or are you unwilling to tell?"

"I really don't know." Mo Nanshan said helplessly: "If Elder Huang doesn't believe it, you can ask my disciples one by one."

"I don't have the time!" Huang Wanqiu snorted coldly.

Going one by one to ask the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect?

Do you really think they are idle?

Yan Xiangxun was silent for a moment and then asked: "Then do you know the origin of Ning Zhe?"
Chapter completed!