Chapter Eighty-Five: What Did You Say?

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The eight people who suddenly appeared were the disciples of the Fujian Sect of the World Sect, and all of them were cultivators, and the lowest cultivation was also a low-grade Nian Master, with the ability to "take objects in the air". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fu Jian Sect is also a great sect of cultivation, no worse than the Dream Soul Sect.

This silver-clothed young man who shot is called "Silver Sword Cultivator", is a high-grade Nian Master, who can "draw the ground as a prison", and his mind is very strong.

However, Nie Hanshuang didn't have any good face, his expression was cold, and he asked fiercely.

There are also open and secret struggles between sects, and they will not get along with each other.

Silver Sword Cultivator faced Nie Hanshuang's questioning, his face did not fluctuate, he was as calm as an ancient well, and said calmly: "Our Fujian Sect is a famous and decent family in the world, slaying demons and demons, and upholding justice. We came to the northwest this time, just to kill the vampire horse thief, all the people in this town were killed by the vampire horse thief, you stand here, I thought you and the vampire horse thief were in a group, of course the first time to kill, but I didn't think it was you, not to mention that you don't have anything, what do you need to explain?"

Excuse!

What a high-sounding excuse.

How can a high-grade master of thought, whose mental power is so profound that it envelops a radius of thousands of zhang, how can it be mistaken for people? This is simply nonsense.

And that sword contains the determination to kill, without the slightest merciful meaning of his subordinates, if the strength is not good, if you can't resist it, you will definitely die.

This Silver Sword Cultivator just wanted to kill them.

However, from his words, it seems that only Nie Hanshuang doesn't take Jiang Yi as a thing at all, and he is talking about "you", not "you".

It is enough to show that this person is arrogant and unstoppable.

"Strong words! Yin Jian Xiu, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking, you are a narrow-minded, ruthless and vicious, like to be self-centered, never put anyone in your eyes, dare to do it or not, it is difficult for a person with a dark psychology like you to become a big weapon!"

Nie Hanshuang was not afraid of the other party, his words were sharp and imposing, and he counted fiercely: "If my strength is not good, I am afraid that I have been killed by you just now." It doesn't matter if you don't confess, but you destroyed my junior brother's flying sword, and you must make compensation. ”

"Bold!"

"Nie Hanshuang, how dare you speak to Senior Brother Yin like this?"

"Don't think that you are a disciple of the Haoran Sword Sect, we dare not do anything to you. ”

"We, Fujianmen, have never been afraid of anyone. ”

"Senior Brother Yin, give her a little color and take a look. ”

………………

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Fujian Sect suddenly couldn't bear it, and they became furious, ready to move, and their powerful mental power emanated, gathered together, and rushed over in waves, rolling up the yellow sand in the sky.

With so many teachers united, and the teachers are out of the same family, how terrifying is the power of thought.

Crash!

However, with a wave of Nie Hanshuang's hand, a mighty aura rose into the sky, like a giant sword, revealing its edge, cutting through thorns and thorns, and breaking all the mental power in one fell swoop, killing it all.

The wind and sand subsided again.

"So strong?" the few disciples of the Fujian Sect were taken aback, and their faces became solemn.

When Yin Jian Xiu saw this scene, the pupils in his eyes shrank, and he felt the powerful power of Nie Hanshuang, which was thrilling, and it seemed that he was not absolutely sure of suppressing it.

"This kid is your junior brother?" At this time, his gaze finally fell on Jiang Yi's body, and he said, "Isn't your Haoran Sword Sect a martial arts sect? Besides, why haven't I seen him?"

"Whether our Haoran Sword Sect has cultivation or not, it's not up to you to decide, I don't have to worry about you, but my junior brother's flying sword must be compensated!" Nie Hanshuang said coldly.

Jiang Yi's identity is special, and she can't be exposed casually, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble, and in an instant, she said that Jiang Yi is a disciple of the Haoran Sword Sect, so as not to be suspected by the disciples of the Fujian Sect.

From this point of view, we know that Nie Hanshuang is wise and profound, does things without leakage, and is thoughtful.

Moreover, she knew that Jiang Yi had just cultivated to a middle-grade Nian Master and had not long obtained the ability of "Over-Control Flying Sword", and now that the flying sword was destroyed by someone, it was inevitable that she would be hit and depressed.

So she had to stand up and get justice for Jiang Yi.

"Reparations?"

Before Yin Jian Xiu could speak, a disciple of the Fujian Sect spoke, his eyes looked at Jiang Yi, full of disdain: "This kid, which one came out of the woods? Your flying sword is made of cold iron, it's just garbage, waste, even the worst flying sword in our Fujian Gate is a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times better than your flying sword, I think you deliberately destroyed your flying sword, and then framed it to Senior Brother Yin, just to get compensation, blackmail us Fujianmen, it's just a toad who wants to eat swan meat, wishful thinking!"

This disciple of the Fujian Sect, with slender eyes and superb eyes, knows at a glance that he is witty, can speak well, reverses black and white, and distorts the facts.

In the imperial court, such a person is definitely an excellent columnist.

Garbage, garbage, waste, toad......

These vicious words can strike hard at people's will, trample on dignity, sharper than any sword, and hit the soft underbelly of the soul, no one can stand it.

It seems that he is really worthless.

The most terrifying thing is that these words obviously contain the wonderful means of meditation, as if they are used in ordinary people's hands, I am afraid that they will immediately commit suicide and use their lives to obtain salvation.

"Man's words are terrible", that's what he said.

Several other disciples of the Fu Sword Sect obviously knew this person's powerful methods, and their faces showed grim smiles.

However, they underestimated Jiang Yi!

"What did you say?"

Jiang Yi licked the blood on his lips, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and he met the other party's disdainful gaze.

"I said you ......"

He spoke again, wanting to continue to lash Jiang Yi, but just a few words came out of his mouth, boom! In an instant, his mind suddenly exploded, and the whole person became confused, dancing with his hands, as if sleepwalking.

Poof!

He immediately knelt down: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm the garbage, I'm the waste, I'm the toad, we are in the Sword Gate, none of them are good......"

Smack!

As he spoke, he kept slapping himself.

After a few slaps, his cheeks immediately swelled, and his mouth was full of blood, and the blood was mixed with a few teeth, and he looked miserable.

Where is the sharp and aggressive appearance just now?

It seems that he is really wrong, and he repents and slaps himself with all his strength to atone for his sins.

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