Nangong Yurong left Diqianmen very calmly, without any nostalgia.
A sinister gaze hid in the darkness, quietly watching Nangong Yurong leave just like that, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and murderous intent appeared.
Nangong Yurong was so confused and walking aimlessly. When he came to his senses, he suddenly found that he had reached a wilderness in the suburbs.
Nangong Yurong was surrounded.
Hundreds of masked men whose faces could not be seen clearly surrounded Nangong Yurong. Each one of them carefully looked at the expressionless Nangong Yurong. Obviously, they were not confident enough to kill Nangong Yurong.
"Sent by Nangong Yuhua." Nangong Yurong said with a slight mocking smile: "It seems that it will be really difficult for him to feel at ease until I die..."
"Your Excellency, you'd better do it yourself, otherwise, when we take action later, we may accidentally ruin the young master's face." A masked man reminded him seemingly very kindly. He knew that Nangong Yurong was very concerned about his face. Who else could he care about besides those disciples of the Diqian Sect?
"Since you have chosen to kill me, stop talking nonsense and do it." Nangong Yurong struck first, and hundreds of talismans were thrown out at the same time, flying in all directions around him.
Those masked men did not dare to neglect at all, and they threw out talisman papers of various colors one after another, and smashed them together with Nangong Yurong's talisman paper. They cancel each other out and lose their effect.
After Nangong Yurong threw out a batch of talisman papers, he quickly threw out a second batch of talisman papers. Those masked men could not fall behind and followed Nangong Yurong in throwing out talisman papers.
In a sect like Diqianmen, one of the differences between elite disciples and ordinary disciples is the speed and quantity of casting talismans.
Obviously, as the son of the head of the Digan Sect, Nangong Yurong could defeat one against a hundred, both in terms of the speed and quantity of the talismans he cast.
The talisman papers all over the sky look like a group of children throwing talisman papers for fun, but everyone knows that if they are not careful and go slow, they may become red on the spot.
They did not dare to have any contempt for this young master.
"Broken Talisman, now." Nangong Yurong drew out a sparkling word "Bro" with his hand, then poked it with his sword finger, and with a sizzling sound, the word "Bro" turned into countless electric lights and scattered in all directions.
These electric lights seemed to have extremely strong adhesion, automatically adsorbing on the talismans cast by the masked men.
There was a snapping sound, and the electric lights completely destroyed the talisman cast by the masked man, but Nangong Yurong's own talisman was intact and blasted towards the masked man.
Finally, after the two sides persisted for five or six minutes, Nangong Yurong gained the upper hand with a broken talisman.
"Protection." Those masked men were so frightened that they quickly released the amulet paper, and layers of blue halo covered themselves. No matter how Nangong Yurong's talisman paper was smashed down crazily, at most, their blue halo was A few ripples appeared on the surface and disappeared without a trace.
Nangong Yurong's face turned cold. These blue halo amulets were only available to the elite disciples of the Digan Sect. Unexpectedly, Nangong Yuhua actually recruited more than a hundred elite disciples to kill him. Aren't these guys afraid of being controlled? Did the door know about it and was punished?
Although Nangong Yurong has nothing to do with Diqianmen now, he is still Nangongzan's son. Nangongzan can allow himself to kill his son, but he will never let others touch his son.
If Nangong Zan finds out the identities of these guys, they will definitely have only one end: death.
However, Nangong Yurong didn't want these guys to kill him and then let Nangong Zan avenge him, so Nangong Yurong had to do it himself.
Seeing that Nangong Yurong could not break through his amulet paper, the hundreds of masked men were in a good mood: "Brothers, come together and kill him, so as not to have long nights and dreams."
All of a sudden, those guys released all kinds of talismans, including five-element talismans, immobilization talismans, and space-locking talismans. Anyway, they were talismans that could be used to attack and restrain opponents. They were all It was released in a flash.
Nangong Yurong sneered, and a blue light flew out of his body and flew towards his opponents.
"Puff puff puff..." Wherever the blue light went, the masked men fell down and their bodies were chopped into several pieces.
When those masked men fell, the talisman they had cast either turned into waste paper and fell down, or turned into air and disappeared due to losing the drive of their soul power.
Nangong Yurong jumped up and immediately rushed towards the place where the fallen masked men were standing.
The talismans all over the sky came crashing down, but they didn't even hit Nangong Yurong's body.
And they, who had just launched the talisman attack, were suddenly faced with a large praying mantis waving its sickle-like arms and swooping towards them.
"Ah,..." As bursts of screams rang out, the masked figures were quickly cut into several pieces like carrots, and the ground was littered with broken corpses.
The protective halo on their bodies could only turn into air and disappear under the attack of the thousand-armed mantis.
In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred masked men were wiped out by the Thousand-Armed Praying Mantis.
"Damn it, it's really fun to kill people, hahahahaha." The eunuch-like laughter of the Thousand-Armed Mantis rang loudly, and it proudly slapped each other with its front arms, making a clanging sound, showing off. own fighting power.
Nangong Yurong waved her right hand, and the thousand-armed mantis that just wanted to show off immediately turned into a blue light and flew back to Nangong Yurong's body.
"Originally, I wanted to keep this hand in the Leader Candidate Competition to deal with those guys. If you are looking for death on your own, then I will test its power against you."
After taking a look at the broken corpses on the ground, Nangong Yurong showed no mercy at all. He gently patted the dust on his sleeves and walked towards Xihe City without hesitation.
Nangong Yurong has already decided to go to Xihe City to find Ling Xiao and ask him to help restore the two girls Ling'er and Xiang'er.
Since Ling Xiao has the ability to erase the memories of Ling'er and Xiang'er without being conscious, maybe he can find a way to restore the souls of these two girls.
Even if Ling Xiao has no choice, Nangong Yurong has decided that even if he travels to every corner of the Xuantian Continent and visits every capable person, as long as he can help those two girls restore their souls, he, Nangong Yurong, will pay with his life. There is no price to spare.
Because, this is what Nangong Yurong owes them.
Not long after Nangong Yurong left, Nangong Zan's figure suddenly appeared next to the broken corpses on the ground.
Nangong Zan's expression changed, and with a flick of his right hand, all the masks of those people flew off, revealing faces full of horror.
Seeing themselves cut into several pieces, no matter who is dying, they will have this expression fixed on their face.
"You are all the elites of our Diqian sect. You were supposed to deal with foreign races and enemies, but you extended your evil hands to your own people. You deserve to die." Nangong Zan's eyes flashed with cold light, and his fists clenched.
He did not deal with Nangong Yuhua, but he did not expect that his son would be so stubborn and sent people to kill Nangong Yurong.
"Am I wrong?" Nangong Zan's face was filled with uncertainty. He wanted to teach Nangong Yuhua a lesson, but Nangong Yurong went further and further away. If he let his last son be scrapped because of this, Nangong Zan would Zan Yimai is completely finished in Diqianmen.
Seeing his two sons in conflict, Nangong Zan could only wait and see.
However, he wanted to bring these corpses back to Diqianmen to show the fate of those disciples who dared to attack Nangong Yurong again.
Nangong Yuhua was hiding at home waiting for good news, but what he waited for was his father's extremely livid face in the meeting hall and the strange looks in the eyes of all the elite disciples in the sect.
"Dad..." Nangong Yuhua looked at his father anxiously, and what greeted him was an unceremonious slap from his father.
"Pah." Half of Nangong Yuhua's face was swollen from the beating. He didn't explain anything because it was useless.
"All the elite disciples in my sect, listen, if there is no order from me in the future, if anyone dares to take action against Nangong Yurong, this will be your fate." Nangong Zan waved his sleeves, and corpses and blood were scattered all over the sky. The scene was extremely bloody, but it also achieved an unexpected and shocking effect.
The blood spilled onto Nangong Yuhua's face, turning Nangong Yuhua's handsome face into a bloody face, which was very ferocious.
"From today on, you are not allowed to leave Diqianmen even half a step without my order. Otherwise, you can imagine the consequences yourself." Nangong Zan suddenly shouted loudly, but the calmer his tone, the more Nangong Yuhua felt chilled.
"Yes, I obey my orders." Nangong Yuhua smiled bitterly and thought to himself: Third brother, you are really good at it. One hundred and seven elite disciples were killed by you. I, Nangong Yuhua, feel ashamed.
"I swear on the name of your souls, no one is allowed to reveal a single word about today's events. Regarding the whereabouts of these disciples, you all say you don't know. Did you hear it?" Nangong Zan shouted loudly, and all the elite disciples responded in unison. : "I will obey the order of the leader."
Even if it is the Diqian Sect, Nangong Zan cannot cover the sky with one hand. If others find out, more than a hundred elite disciples have died due to the internal fighting between his two sons. I am afraid that Nangong Zan cannot protect Nangong Yuhua from being killed. punish.
What's more, in addition to Nangong Zan, the Nangong family also has Nangong Zan's three younger brothers and their sons who are coveting the position of head. Nangong Zan must be vigilant at all times.
Those brothers who seized the opportunity to be ruthless would probably be no worse than Nangong Yuhua.
But now, Nangong Zan only has one son, Nangong Yuhua. In order to become the leader, Nangong Zan can only do this.
Nangong Zan rubbed his temples to get rid of his fatigue: "Yuzhuo, Yurong, I hope you two brothers made the right choice..."