Muxin''er left Dongtian island with a face full of black and cold Luo Zheng.


    However, they entered Tianjian city through the space gate of neizong.


    Instead of staying in Tianjian City, they directly went out of the city and took off in the distance.


    "The departed swordsman seems to know that he has made too many enemies and wants to escape. Unfortunately, he didn''t expect that senior brother Shentu had asked us to spy on him. If he had stayed in neizong all the time, it''s good that he dared to leave neizong now. He''s really looking for his own death!"


    "The departed swordsman seems to be close to death. The little girl around him is just a cultivation in the little broken territory. After they are far away from Tianjian City, we don''t have to wait for senior brother Shentu to come and directly take the sun god gold sword of the departed swordsman. This sword is something that senior brother taixuan is determined to get!"


    Two neizong disciples followed Luo Zheng and mu xiner, sneering.


    The cultivation strength of these two neizong disciples is not weaker than that of Xiao Ye and others. In their eyes, Luo Zheng is simply vulnerable, not to mention that he is cold now.


    As for mu xiner, they don''t consider it at all. It''s just a little girl in a broken environment. No matter how talented she is, she will be killed with one finger!


    "It''s here. The distance of hundreds of thousands of miles is enough. With the strength of these two people, we can catch them directly. We''re not afraid that the sound of fighting will attract the attention of Tianjian city!"


    "As long as we kill these two people and give the sword refined from the sun god gold to senior brother taixuan, maybe we will be appreciated and cultivated by senior brother. It''s not necessarily that we will surpass senior brother Shentu army in the future!"


    Just after Luo Zheng and mu xiner left Tianjian city for hundreds of thousands of miles, the two neizong disciples who followed them couldn''t help themselves.


    After they looked at each other, their body shape shot out directly and chased Luo Zheng!


    Whoosh!


    The two neizong disciples were all broken and full of accomplishments. They had a strange speed, but they caught up and stopped Luo Zheng in an instant.


    "Well, I don''t know what two senior brothers stopped me for no reason?"


    Luo Zheng looked at them and asked faintly without any unexpected color on his face.


    "Lifeless swordsman, it doesn''t matter to tell you the truth. Today is your time of death. Hand over the golden sword of the sun god on you!"


    The two neizong disciples looked cold and murderous.


    "I want to win the snow sword? It seems that taixuan sent you here? But it''s too fantastic for you to want to kill me? Xiao Ye just died in my hand not long ago!"


    Luo Zheng''s face was indifferent and turned a blind eye to the murderous Spirit sent out by the two men.


    "Hahaha, Xiao Ye? It''s worth saying that you killed Xiao Ye? Don''t say that you''re cold and like a dead man. What if you''re safe and sound? Xiao Ye fought with you on the sword platform to suppress his cultivation to the state of great fragmentation. Do you think you, a waste, can really defeat Xiao Ye?"


    "Yes, Xiao Ye is an expert who has been practicing for tens of thousands of years in neizong. If he doesn''t suppress his accomplishments, one hand can kill you alive! Moreover, in the Kendo competition, our ranking is still above him, so you must not escape our palm today!"


    The two disciples of neizong laughed wildly and were extremely arrogant.


    "Oh? So you will never let me go today?"


    Luo Zheng was still expressionless. "Aren''t you afraid that this matter will be found out by the Pope? Can''t you afford it?"


    "Check? How? There are hundreds of millions of external disciples and hundreds of thousands of internal disciples. Many disciples often go out to experience and explore every year. Some don''t die that year. Unless they are valued by the sect, who will trace them to the end?"


    A disciple of neizong sneered and said, "although the death of neizong disciple is more serious, if it is not a real genius, the most important thing for the sect is to send several deacon disciples to check. If you can''t find a clue, you are dead in vain!"


    "Really? If so, I''m relieved. It''s obvious that you two can''t be valued by the Pope. There shouldn''t be any problem if I kill you!"


    Luo Zheng also nodded when he heard the speech, "if I hadn''t listened to the two explanations, I''m really afraid of killing you and I can''t cover it up!"


    "What did you say? You said you killed us? Did we hear right? You dying waste said you wanted to kill us!"


    "Hahaha, a mole ant said he wanted to kill an elephant. This is the funniest joke in the world!"


    The two disciples of neizong completely ignored Luo Zheng and laughed back and forth.


    "Ha ha, mole ants?"


    Luo Zheng couldn''t help laughing. Suddenly, his breath soared, and the green and black color on his face and the cold all over his body disappeared.


    "Let''s see who is the mole ant!"


    Boom!


    As soon as the voice fell, Luo Zheng''s body moved and his palm lifted, "spiritual hand!"


    As soon as Luo Zheng made a move, he was merciless. With the operation of Zhenyuan all over his body, he evolved a huge and incomparable white palm, directly blasted it, and suddenly printed it on the two neizong disciples!


    "What, you have dispelled the cold of the Taiyin! How is this possible? Even if we can''t refine the power of the cold of the Taiyin, how can you do it!"


    "You are just a cultivation achievement in the big broken environment. How can you have such a terrible breath? What is this palm technique and how can it be as powerful as lead!"


    The two neizong disciples were shocked and couldn''t believe it.


    If Luo Zheng dispelled the cold of the Taiyin, he may also rely on some kind of treasure, but what''s the matter with this terrible real yuan breath and earth shaking giant palm?


    This is far beyond their understanding!


    "My strength, not you can understand, die!"


    Luo Zheng''s face was indifferent, and his huge palm bombarded the two internal disciples. With great terror, he suppressed and tore the world!


    "You think you''re invincible if you hide a little strength. Your strength is really good, but you think you can kill us with this trick. It''s ridiculous!"


    A disciple of neizong''s face showed a cold color, "I''ll let you know what is the real light distribution and fullness, so that you can understand the real strength of neizong''s disciples!"


    Boom!


    The neizong disciple''s body darted fiercely and pulled up into the sky. With a blow of his long sword in the air, a thunder and lightning immediately shot at the spiritual hand!


    "Thunder eats sword formula!"


    This lightning force, incomparable terror, seems to absorb the aura of heaven and earth in mid air. The continuous expansion instantly changes into a lightning dragon, which should directly devour Luo Zheng''s spiritual hand!