Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Zhuo Bufan frowned, could it be that Ning Ting came to help again.

"break!"

Suddenly, with a soft shout, a blood-colored sword flashed over, cutting the flag inserted in the formation's eyes into two pieces, and the white mist surrounding him immediately receded like an ebbing tide, revealing the original appearance in the valley.

I saw a young man with long black hair in a white gown walking towards him.

The young man was about twenty-five years old, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and star eyes, with a hint of femininity.

"Young Master Ning, what's going on?" Wei Zeyu turned pale with shock.

The formation was broken, they were not Zhuo Bufan's opponents in the first place, and now they lost their advantage.

"Ning Xuan, didn't you go out to travel? Why did you come here?" Ning Ting stared at the other party, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"My lord, I know you came to Juling Peak, so I came here to help you." Ning Xuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled like a spring breeze.

Ning Ting frowned and said, "I don't think you came to help me, did you?"

A bad premonition rose in Wei Zeyu's heart.

Zhuo Bufan stood with his sword in his hand, he didn't know whether the person coming was an enemy or a friend, so he could only wait and see what happened.

"Eldest son, just because you are a descendant and I am a concubine, all the resources of the Hehuan Sect have been given to you, but you are still such a waste." Ning Xuan lost his smile and showed a cold look.

"Ning Xuan, what do you want?" Ning Ting's pupils shrank slightly.

Ning Xuan didn't answer him, but looked at Zhuo Bufan and cupped his hands, "Your Excellency must be the famous Shadow Killer in the underground world, I have some grievances with Ning Ting, and I will help senior today."

Zhuo Bufan gave him a cold look and nodded.

Now that Zhuo Bufan is injured, he has been suppressing it with real energy. If it drags on, if He Huanzong or Qinglong help others to chase him over, I'm afraid he will suffer even more.

"Okay, Ning Xuan, you really dare to betray me. When you return to the Hehuan Sect, we will see how the elders will treat you like this." Ning Xuan said with his eyes tearing open.

Ning Xuan pinched it in his hand and realized that a three-foot long sword was unsheathed behind him. The width of the sword was about two fingers wide, pointed and narrow, and the whole body showed a transparent blood color, as if it was made of a piece of blood-colored jade. There is still a trace of blood squirming and flowing, emitting a terrifying bloody light.

As soon as the flying sword flew up, it directly collided with the yellow sword broad sword in the air, making a fierce impact sound.

"Master Shadow Killer, Ning Ting is left to me, and the other one is left to you." Ning Xuan said to Zhuo Bufan, and then concentrated on controlling the blood sword to fight Ning Ting.

Zhuo Bufan glanced at it, then looked back immediately.

The opponent manipulated the blood sword like a sword fairy. In fact, the blood sword contained his own blood essence. After countless sacrifices, it was like a commanding arm.

Although Zhuo Bufan dismisses this kind of magic, but the magicians on the earth can master this kind of magic, and they are not very young, and they are also geniuses with outstanding talents.

"Young Master Ning." Wei Zeyu saw that Ning Ting was in a stalemate, his pupils shrank slightly, showing fear.

Even if he and Ning Ting teamed up, they couldn't do anything to Zhuo Bufan, let alone he was the only one facing Zhuo Bufan now.

Zhuo Bufan withdrew the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, clenched his fists, pulled out a series of sonic booms, and rushed towards Wei Zeyu, with golden fists with light tails, Wei Zeyu gritted his teeth, and his whole body Bring it up and fight with Zhuo Bufan.

The speed of the two was too fast. If ordinary people were present, they could only see a cyan light and a golden light colliding with each other.

Ten seconds later, Zhuo Bufan had already smashed dozens of fists on Wei Zeyu's body continuously. Although Wei Zeyu had soft armor on his body, Zhuo Bufan's fists carried the gravity of a mountain, and Wei Zeyu was beaten hard. After the defeat, the blood in the body boiled, and a glaring blood overflowed from the corner of the mouth.

"Shadow Killer, can we stop? I guarantee that the Azure Dragon Gang will never trouble you again!"

Wei Zeyu flew out again and hit the ground, making a big hole and dust everywhere.

"You want to kill me, but if you can't beat me now, let me let you go, is there such a reason in the world?" Zhuo Bufan said coldly, and punched out.

The golden fist print was piercing through the air, bringing out a golden tail, and hitting Wei Zeyu's chest. The force of the fist pierced his chest and back. Wei Zeyu's face showed pain, and he spurted a mouthful of blood. The surrounding spider silk on the ground Generally cracked.

Wei Zeyu clutched his sunken chest, "If you kill me, Yingsha, my dad will definitely avenge me!"

"Then I'll wait for him." After Zhuo Bufan said, a wind blade swung away.

Wei Zeyu died.

Zhuo Bufan took out the soft armor from Wei Zeyu's body. The soft armor was about one centimeter thick, very light and soft, showing a blue color with streaks of green brilliance, "Sure enough, it was made of the scales on Jiaolong's body."

And at this time.

The battle between Ning Xuan and Ning Teng also came to an end. The blood sword that Ning Xuan manipulated had a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, which was obviously very reluctant.

However, several cracks had already appeared on Ning Teng's golden broadsword. The blood sword hit it again, and the golden broadsword finally couldn't support it and completely shattered, turning into a broken sword talisman and falling to the ground.

Seeing that Wei Zeyu died in Zhuo Bufan's hands, Ning Ting stared at Yingsha and Ning Xuan while covering his chest and said, "Today, you go far away."

After finishing speaking, Ning Ting made a discovery, and suddenly there was a strong wind in the valley, Ning Ting turned around and ran towards the outside.

"My lord, do you still want to go?"

Ning Xuan yelled loudly, squeezed his hands and realized that the blood sword in the sky let out a soft cry, and the blood flowing in the blood sword turned into blood threads and wrapped around the blood sword, and quickly caught up with Ning Teng.

The blood threads on the blood sword fell like drizzle, wrapping around Ning Teng one by one, trapping Ning Teng like tying rice dumplings.

"Ning Xuan, if you kill my Great Elder and my father, you will never let you go." Ning Ting said with a look of panic on his face.

Ning Xuan covered his chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Ning Ting and said, "Eldest son, just because you are his son and I'm just a concubine, so you and your mother killed my mother. If it wasn't for the Great Elder to accept me as a true disciple, I'm afraid I would have died by your hands."

"Ning Xuan, if you kill me now, father will definitely know." Ning Ting roared loudly, with a look of fear on his face.

Because the blood threads tied to his body penetrated into his body, continuously drawing the strength and blood energy from his body, and sending them to the blood sword suspended above his head.

"There are formation fluctuations here, presumably father and grandpa don't know that I killed you." Ning Xuan said this, clenched his palms tightly, the blood in Ning Teng's body was crazily absorbed by the blood sword, and there was an extremely painful look on his face. look.

In less than half a minute, Ning Teng's whole body was like a leaking balloon, constantly drying up.

"Ning Xuan, how dare you kill Ning Teng!" At this moment, a phantom appeared above Ning Teng's head.

The phantom was so blurry that he couldn't make out his appearance at all. Ning Xuan frowned: "Father, you forced me to do all of this." After finishing speaking, Ning Xuan pinched a formula with both hands, and a sword glow came out, cutting the phantom into nothingness.