Xu Zimo's body became more and more majestic.

With every step he takes, there will be endless ripples around him.

The power is getting heavier, and even the surrounding world is suppressed.

He raised his head indifferently, and looked at the huge city as far as he could see.

Wind Crane City is a great city.

Above the wall, a four-headed crane stands on one foot, it has four heads.

Look at the four directions of east, west, south and north respectively.

The wind cranes mingled, and the heavens broke dawn.

This was the calmest day in Wind Crane City. The downpour from the outside fell and the streets were already sparsely populated.

Pedestrians hurried home, and some were drinking wine in the inn and admiring the rainy season.

Under the eaves covered with moss, heavy rain fell in a line.

Suddenly, the whole earth began to shake.

The eaves quivered slightly, and the straight rain was also intermittently chaotic.

"What's the matter?" Everyone in the city looked away in surprise.

A strong sense of oppression came down from high altitude, as if to cover the whole Wind Crane City and suppress it.

Xu Zimo came to the city gate step by step, and his whole body was already powerful.

Like a long dragon, hovering around.

Every step he took, the ground was stepped on a deep footprint.

The footprints went deep into the ground, and the sense of oppression of the space was "banged".

"Who broke into my Wind Crane City?" Shouted an old man in a blue shirt under the support of many soldiers defending the city.

He looked at Xu Zimo and was shocked secretly. The momentum of the other party was too strong. Even if I looked at it from afar, I could feel the feeling of oppression.

"I don't know what's the matter with this Tianjiao coming to Fenghe City?" The old man asked, tentatively, after slowing his tone.

"Are you the owner of Wind Crane City?" Xu Zimo slightly raised his head and asked faintly.

"I'm not. Just tell me anything, and I can make up my mind," the old man replied.

Xu Zimo was too lazy to explain, and directly threw his son's token to the other party.

The tens of thousands of kilometers of land around this area are dominated by Zhenwu Shengzong, and these cities are naturally subject to Zhenwu Shengzong.

As a son, Xu Zimo is also the son of these cities.

The old man took the token suspiciously, and after a few glances, his face changed.

Quickly hands up the token, shouting: "I have seen the Son."

Hearing the old man's words, the soldiers who were guarding the city hurriedly knelt down and shouted.

"Let your city lord come out," Xu Zimo waved and said.

"Son son, wait a moment, I will call the city master," the old man bowed slightly, and quickly replied.

It didn't take long for me to see a middle-aged man in a white shirt brought by the old man.

Xu Zimo walked into the Wind Crane City, and the two quickly kneeled on one knee.

"Wind Crane City Lord Feng Tianhe has seen the Son," City Lord Feng Tianhe greeted quickly.

"I don't know what happened when Shengzi came to Fenghe City?"

"You should know someone," Xu Zimo said.

"Holy Son, please command," Feng Tianhe quickly replied.

"The Son of the Blood Sect, Blood Zeyuan," Xu Zimo replied word by word.

"He is in Wind Crane City, help me find him."

"This," Feng Tianhe hesitated.

"Why?" Xu Zimo frowned, looking at Feng Tianhe.

"It is true that the Son of the Blood Sovereign Saint Sect is a guest in my mansion," Feng Tianhe hurriedly replied.

"You are fine," Xu Zimo said.

"Xue Ze Yuan chased and killed my core disciple of Zhenwu Shengzong, you just don't help, just give back to others."

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Feng Tianhe's face changed drastically and he said quickly.

"Holy Son, I don't know these things at all.

It's just that Xue Zeyuan came to my city's main palace to treat guests, and I'm not good to get out. "

"Then take me to see him," Xu Zimo said.

Feng Tianhe nodded quickly.

He knew that Xu Zimo was not only the son of Zhenwu Shengzong, his father was also the deputy suzerain.

Compared with the so-called Holy Sect of Blood, he did not dare to offend Xu Zimo.

He followed Feng Tianhe to the main palace and walked straight into the hall.

At this moment, there are songs and dances, and several outstanding dancers are dancing in an explicit dance.

A variety of foods are placed in front of the row table, and a young man in a red robe is sitting on the head.

Watching these dances with interest, blood gleaming in his eyes.

Seeing Feng Tianhe coming back, the young man smiled and asked, "Master Fengcheng, is it finished?"

Feng Tianhe didn't answer, but waved his hand slightly, looking at several dancers and said, "Go down first."

"What's wrong? Lord Fengcheng," the blood-robed young man stunned slightly, and then chuckled lightly.

"Introduce, this is the son of our Zhenwu Shengzong, Xu Zimo," Feng Tianhe pointed to Xu Zimo and chuckled lightly.

Feng Tianhe looked at Xu Zimo a little, then stood up and said, "Long admiration to the big name, Brother Xu often sees the gods at the end, it is very mysterious.

When the other party looked at himself, Xu Zimo also looked at the Fengtianhe.

He had just let the old man take Yao Shengnan and Xiao Guizi to rest.

This Xue Zeyuan was wearing a **** robe and had a striking scar around her neck.

With a short flat head, his face is firm and his eyes are as sharp as a flying eagle.

Thin lips, hooked nose, holding a mace behind.

The mace is all white, as if made of white jade, crystal clear.

The fangs above are all barbed, densely packed, reflecting Hanmang.

"I only have one question," Xu Zimo smiled and said.

"Brother Xu but it's okay," Xue Zeyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"How do you want to die?" Xu Zimo said lightly.

Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Xue Zeyuan's face remained unchanged.

But the whole body is rising a little bit.

"Brother Xu really would be kidding, if today's fate is taking shape, so what is the hurry?"

Xu Zimo chuckled, and his big hand went straight down to suppress Xue Zeyuan.

Feeling the tremendous pressure from the big hand, Xue Zeyuan's face changed, and the mace behind him flew out directly, and a stick hit the big hand.

However, his strength eventually lost to ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ or Xu Zimo flew out with one hand.

Xue Zeyuan's figure flew backwards and directly stomped on the side wall of the main hall.

Xu Zimo went out from the hall, and the downpour from the outside world was still falling.

Xue Zeyuan stood up from the mud of heavy rain, holding a mace in his hand, and the power of the first infusion around him was surging.

He looked at Xu Zimo and said lightly: "Brother Xu would like me to fight two cases?"

Even if you want to kill me, there must be a reason. "

"You chase down my core disciple of Zhenwu Shengzong, and I need to tell you meaninglessly carefully?" Xu Zimo asked back.

"Alas, after all, it was exposed," Xue Zeyuan laughed.

Wiping the rain off his face with his hands, Xie smiled and said: "I didn't expect to meet so soon."

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