Chapter 392

The first disciple of the seven Xuanmen sect had the same expression as his younger sister. They were pale, as if they had seen the Arabian Nights with their own eyes. They were dazzled.

Wu Jian swallowed hard, pointed to Meng ran, and said, "you Who are you? "

Back to his Meng ran, indifferent to a word, "Meng ran."

Wu jianmeng looked up and said, "master Meng? Are you the master Meng Xianshi

This time, on the contrary, it was Meng Ran's turn to be surprised, "Oh? You know me? Who is your master? "

Seeing Meng Ran's admission, Wu Jian immediately bowed down and saluted, "Wu Jian, see Meng Xianshi! Sun tongxuan, the master of his family, is called master tongxuan by all the martial artists in Jiangbei. "

"Sun tongxuan?" Meng Ran is also some speechless, did not expect to meet his disciples.

"Younger martial sister! What are you doing! He is the master Meng Xianshi that the master mentioned to us! Come and salute the immortal master Wu Jian yelled.

Liu Ying is frozen in the same place. The young man in white who was just ridiculed by herself is transformed into Meng Xianshi, who even her master respects. This huge gap has left her at a loss.

"Salute

See Liu Ying delay no response, Wu Jian look a change, merciless roar way.

Liu Ying raised her head difficultly, but she just met Meng Ran's smiling eyes. She remembered the horror of the young man's sword in front of her eyes, and the irony she had just made to others.

Liu Ying couldn't hold on any longer. She knelt down in front of Meng ran and cried out, "master Meng, Liu Ying has no eyes. She doesn't know the master. I hope you can forgive me!"

Wu Jian also quickly knelt down and made amends to Meng ran.

Meng ran did not pay attention to these two people, but to Ning Feixuan said, "go."

The brothers and sisters of Wu Jian, kneeling on the ground, looked at the white figure with waves in their hearts.

More than once, the two of them heard their master mention how the master Meng's magic was so amazing that it was comparable to the immortal in heaven.

At that time, Wu Jian was disdainful and did not believe that there would be such a mythical figure in modern society. Just now, when he saw the amazing sword with his own eyes, the whole person was scared to death.

"How can there be such terrible people in modern society? And so young... "

Wu Jian said to himself.

At the moment, Meng ran and Ning Feixuan have just stepped into the taiyimen. They are surrounded by dozens of disciples in black. All of them have long hair, wear ghost masks, and hold sharp knives in their hands. All of them are like enemies.

"Who are you? It's too much for me A disciple in the middle cried angrily.

"Hiss!"

Meng ran points to the sky..

A blue air came from the sky, like a white horse crossing the void. The people did not respond to it, but had penetrated into the man's eyebrows.

The disciple, who had just been drinking furiously, fell to the ground with a crash, and his mask on his face also dropped, revealing a face full of panic.

"How dare you

The disciple beside him, Jai Chi, was about to crack. He raised the sharp knife in his hand and rushed to him.

But just half a step, suddenly saw the void is another blue awn hit, and then this disciple is a head fell to the ground, people look up, he saw a thumb thick blood hole on his head!

The dozens of disciples in black were dead.

However, Meng ran took a step and stood up with his hands in anger:

"Fang Qingchuan! Get out and die

Voice if rolling thunder, blink of an eye ring through the whole too a door, reverberate more than.

Dozens of disciples in black couldn't help retreating. In the face of such a deadly terror, no one could raise the idea of resistance.

At the moment, Meng Ran's intention to kill was fully revealed. It was just like the real intention of killing, which made the disciples of too many schools tremble. They only felt that the man in front of them seemed to be coming from a sea of corpses.

"My God! He is a man or a ghost

With a voice full of trembling sounded, all of them fled for their lives.

However, Meng ran, who had completely moved the idea of killing, was in a flash. A seven foot sword in his hand crossed the sky, like the blade of death, with the shadow of Taoism and taking his life!