Yue Pingjian was horrified, and he was about to change his tactics and use all his strength, but at this moment, his mind suddenly became chaotic, and all kinds of completely different feelings such as anger, sadness, sadness, and joy poured into his heart, and he wanted to cry and laugh, and the whole mental space was completely disordered.

Ling Chuxi showed no mercy, and as soon as he made a move, he directly used the first sword of the Cangyuan Seven Swords, and at the same time, he also used the Sword Heart Soul Breaking Technique. Even after an ancient family like the Gongxi Crazy Knife, he would be disturbed by the Sword Heart Soul Breaking Technique carelessly, not to mention Yue Pingjian. Although the elixir can improve his true yuan qi, it can't improve his state of mind, and when it comes to his state of mind, he doesn't know how much worse Lu Dao is than the Gongxi Crazy Knife.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......" Yue Pingjian finally came to his senses, but he was awakened by a series of crisp crackling sounds.

Immediately afterward, there was a tingling pain on his face, as if he had been pricked by countless thin needles, piercing into the skin, deep into the blood veins, and penetrating into the bone marrow.

Ling Chuxi slapped Yue Pingjian's face mercilessly, and the last blow was even more powerful, directly slapping him out of the air.

Boom, Yue Pingjian fell heavily to the ground, but he couldn't feel the pain on his body at all, and the heart-piercing pain on his face came, Yue Pingjian wanted to wail loudly, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't shout a word, and with all his strength, he could only let out a whimper.

Subconsciously touched his face, only to realize that one of his heads had swollen into two big, and as soon as his hand touched it, there was immediately more heart-piercing pain.

Yue Pingjian rolled on the ground in pain, constantly howling and whimpering, for the first time in his life, he knew that the pain could be like this, and the pain was so painful that people wanted to die, but unfortunately, the long sword in his hand had long since disappeared and he couldn't even die.

Seeing Yue Pingjian's tragic situation, the people of the Jindan Sect did not have the slightest mercy, they only felt very happy, if he hadn't moved that kind of dirty thought himself, how could Ling Chuxi be so ruthless.

Refreshing, refreshing! Lan Xinyu's face was excited, she liked to watch Ling Chuxi abuse people the most, it was more refreshing than doing it herself.

Wei Zhixuan was in a cold sweat, he thought that he was miserable enough last time, Yue Pingjian was even worse than himself, but he was not slapped in the face.

But what's very strange is that why do you still have a little schadenfreude when you see Yue Pingjian being abused? It feels so weird.

"Curse, curse!" Yue Pingjian's mouth finally let out a hoarse and vague cry for help, if he hadn't stood close, no one really could hear him calling for help.

At this time, Yue Pingjian was already exhausted, and he could no longer see a trace of his previous spirit, his cloak was convulsed on all fours, his face was swollen like a pig's head and there were blood marks on the ground, and his long shirt was also torn into strips of rags when he rolled, which was more embarrassing and miserable than the beggars on the street.

"Who are you who dare to make trouble in my Liuyun Sect?" At this moment, a middle-aged woman with an obese figure and two old men in simple robes came from a distance and shouted to everyone. The two old men were dressed plainly, but their big sleeves were fluttering, and they had a majestic atmosphere.

"Senior Uncle Yue, Elder He!" As soon as Yan Rusong saw one of the old men, he secretly complained in his heart, why didn't this old man come early or late, but he came at this time.

That's right, the old man at the head is Yue Pingjian's father, Yue Qingjie. Although Yue Qingjie is usually fair, his son is beaten like this, so it is impossible to laugh at it.