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Chapter 320 Gathering in the Night City 23

Leyao Cultivation of Immortality Text Volume Chapter 320 Night City Storm Gathering 23 Scene 1 Ji Qing versus the Young Master of the Yun Family, the young master is like a man made of chalcedony, a beauty like ice, born from a cold pond that lasts for thousands of years.

After saluting.

When the fight started, both of them used swords, and their swordsmanship was very strong. They seemed to be very powerful. They were evenly matched, and it was hard to tell who would win and who would lose.

The sword energy collided with the steel of the vertical and horizontal chessboard, and was bounced back hard. The shock wave disturbed the long hair and clothes of the people on the stage, and even caused the space to vibrate and distort, and only a few areas were struck by the formation.

The strong wind was already raging inside the small, isolated space.

One wrong step could lead to separation. Jiang Xue swallowed her saliva.

She wanted to thank us, why don't we look for another opportunity? It would be a feasible way to find a way to get back to the situation when others are tangled up.

Thinking of Qijue Chen, a new generation like this, it is simply embarrassing. It is to deal with the invasion of foreign enemies. It is the orthodoxy of the sect, and it is definitely not used to deal with fellow disciples. Don't even think about gathering a team of people.

Soon there was another change on the field. The young master of the Yun family used all the formations. How could Lu Leyao not understand such operations? Lu Leyao was very familiar with the pink mist. This was the specialty of Night City.

It specializes in confusing people's minds, producing an indescribable scene that is completely emotional and utterly defeating.

"Why? Why? I am not wrong. It is the men in this world who are wrong. I want to become a Taoist god and kill gods and Buddhas. I want to kill Buddhas!"

Kuang Tianya struck out with a shocking sword, lighting up the sky and exploding in all directions.

The formation was like a broken river dam, rushing forward like broken bamboo. Young Master Yun was hiding in the formation, preparing to wait for the opportunity.

This smoke was no ordinary smoke. Kuang Tianya's era was not an era of Qijue and evil cultivators everywhere, but she had encountered a male cultivator who had practiced the method of collecting tonic.

Some memories are vague, but this incident is engraved deep in the memory. Anyone who persecutes women will be punished. Queen Kuang has never changed this, even in such a crazy state.

Kuang Tianya's eyes were filled with violent and boundless murderous intent, but Young Master Yun was at the end of his strength and had little ability to resist.

"How dare you!" Daojun Ranqing roared violently, his body still rising from the ground, and the director's fingertips were the strongest blow belonging to Daojun Yuanying.

It was just because of the cover-up for fun that no one except familiar people recognized that the person on the stage was Ji Qing. Under the prompting of the formation, the Taiqing bosses saw clearly the people on the stage. How could they let Ranqing say?

Jun, in front of a few of his own people, harmed the disciples of his sect who were like a spoiled child.

It's time for these old guys to die.

Dao Lord Jingchen also jumped up, just to meet Dao Lord Ranqing's big move. The air was strongly distorted, and explosions were heard one after another. The powerful viewing platform was high in the sky, but the juniors were on top of the tower, at different levels.

Just avoided this wave of danger.

Above the vertical and horizontal chessboard, the formation light curtain shrouded Ji Qing completely unaffected by the powerful fight.

He raised the sword and lowered it, the sword light shot out. Young Master Yun was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

Ranqing Daojun was dancing wildly, and his eyes full of murderous intent soon turned into reality. The man lying in a pool of blood was not only her descendant, but also her only descendant.

The most heart-piercing pain of losing a beloved pet has not yet subsided, and now even the heir is being killed in front of him.

One eye of the White Tiger Demon King.

The overwhelming pressure moved towards everyone.

Perhaps in the minds of other juniors, the Nascent Soul Stage monks are an insurmountable peak, and the God Transformation monks are the real strong ones.

During the competition, life or death does not matter. This is the rule of the Night City competition arena. It has never changed for thousands of years. Not to mention the rules of the Night City, the Yun family boy used charm and poison to deal with a woman. The following is the same.

Everyone on the street knows it.

The White Tiger Demon King is not a human being. What is the difference between women and females? They both broke out of the powerful male-dominated society. Who doesn’t have a great heroine in their heart?

All I can say is that he killed well and did a great job!

So what if you are not convinced?

On this legitimate occasion, in the competition hosted by her White Tiger Demon King, she wanted to bully and kill the winner. Do you want the Demon King's old face?

"Ranqing, do you think Yuanying Daojun is great?" The White Tiger Demon King's voice was cold.

Under this general pressure, Daojun Ranqing regained consciousness and turned pale.

"Senior and junior, I think Daojun Yuanying is nothing special. Compared to you and Lord Changkong, you are just the bright moon and the sun!"

At this time, Ji Changkong was pulled out, and the purpose of Daojun Ranqing's actions was already clear. Ji Lingqi's face was full of disgust. Fortunately, such a dirty person did not enter the Ji family. If he became the mistress of the family, it would be a disaster.

Not only for three generations, but also for generations to come.

Will the White Tiger Demon King be afraid?

His expression became even colder.

"I think so too, as a Nascent Soul cultivator. I remember that when I had a bad temper, I often killed Nascent Soul cultivators. If I could have restrained my temper back then, such talents would not have withered in the revision world in recent years. There will be no cats or dogs."

Dare to jump on the table!"

This is a naked threat, murderous and heart-wrenching, and he is a person of shallow moral character and poor temperament. Under such coercion and intimidation, under the attack of spiritual consciousness, the original god will definitely be defeated, unable to attack with all his thoughts, and he may go crazy in an instant.

But Taojun Ranqing was very sober, but he couldn't get up from his knees, looking very serious and repentant.

The White Tiger Demon King didn't want to talk to her at all.

Kill her.

no need.

This whetstone needs to be used in a very important place, and now is not the time to die.

The battle continues.

When the third battle came on stage, Lu Leyao was no longer calm, and Jiang Xue also looked like he had been struck by lightning.

The person who came was none other than Li Qingchui, whom Lu Le had been missing for a long time.

The same colorful clothes, the big red flowers that are so bright in the summer, seem to be unfinished, especially her own beauty, she also gave herself a matchmaker makeup, those big red lips and long eyebrows, they are really ugly and can't bear to look at them.

ah!

As soon as Li Qingchui came up, she was recognized by Daojun Jingchen. However, she was still participating in the battle as a demon clan. The boss's frowning aura was really a bit scary.

This is the ancestor of her family Chui'er. The old man has the final say on whether he can inherit the Wuweifeng family business in the future.

It's okay to misunderstand.

Li Qingchui was worried.

"Jingchen Daojun, you must not misunderstand. This junior has definitely not taken refuge in the demon clan. It was all forced by Senior Bai. There is nothing I can do about it!"

After saying that, he wiped away the non-existent tears. He was just pretending to cry, and he was still crying today. He simply sat down on the stage, and the posture of slapping his legs was similar to that of women in rural areas crying for mourning.

How wonderful.

It is not certain whether the sect has been sentenced to death. Is there anyone who would be so irritating?

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