1.391 I want her dead

She won't talk nonsense with you to reconcile, the little guy is clearly murderous now!

"Senior sister!" The male disciple of the ghost sect burst out with anger, his fist was attached to the mysterious force, and he was just about to make a move on the little girl, but he felt that the arm that punched seemed to be blocked by something, and was directly pulled backwards by a force.

The arms were raised back uncontrollably, and no matter how hard they wielded, they could not be waved in front of the girl.

At the moment, I secretly said in my heart that it was not good, this was a master who was secretly protecting the girl and restraining him!

The male disciple of the Ghost Sect raised his eyes and looked at Prince Mo who was standing still from a distance, only to feel that the other party was a young man, his eyes were cold and harsh, and his face was solemn, as if he might completely shatter himself in the next second.

The male disciple of the Ghost Sect protected her junior sister and hid to the side of Langfang, but when she saw that the line of fire was following like a shadow, like a bone appendage, she rushed to the two of them with a whoosh.

"This little junior sister, please stop!" a disciple of Qixia Valley shouted anxiously, "That's Senior Brother Peng Zhang, a disciple of the Ghost Sect, and Senior Sister Qiu Anqiu. During the preparation period, it is best for you not to have conflicts, so as not to affect the future competitions......"

"Bang!" Peng Zhang, a male disciple of the Ghost Sect, didn't know what was going on, and the little girl appeared from behind the two of them in an instant.

He had already hid on the other side of Langfang! How could this be?

At that moment, a ring ruler slapped down, and smashed directly on the back of her junior sister, causing her to stumble forward and move a few steps, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qiao Mu refused to give up, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he flew in front of Qiu An, a female disciple of the Ghost Sect, with a swish, staring at the woman with condescending eyes, and the ring ruler in his hand was raised high again!

With this blow, she gathered the Xuan Power of her whole body, and even the Xuan Power in the divided veins was mobilized one by one.

She wants her to die! Now! Right now!

"Stop!!" After an angry shout, a fifty-year-old man with his hair pricked and stood on end, suddenly flew and rushed forward, blocking in front of Qiu An, a female disciple of the Ghost Sect, and flew up to Qiao Mu's chest with a palm.

"Old Puffle dare!" Murong Wei shouted angrily, and in a flash, he came to the apprentice's side, circled a majestic Xuan power, and immediately met the slap that came from him.

After a concussive buzz, the old man was shocked by Murong Xun and flew back, and he fell to the ground, so he took dozens of steps back one after another, holding his chest and spurting blood.

"Senior sister!!" the male disciple of the ghost sect, Peng Zhang, screamed.

said that it was too late, and when Murong Wei cleaned up the old man's mouth, Qiao Mu's ring ruler that gathered the mysterious power of his body had already fallen, hitting the top of the head of the ghost girl.

"Boom !!"

Everyone felt that there was a trace of concussion in their ears for a while, and in an instant, they only felt that everything around them was silent.

The ghost girl fell to the ground heavily, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth, and a defensive weapon held in her hand suddenly rolled out weakly from between her fingers, smashing on the ground and splitting apart.

"Senior sister, junior sister?......" Peng Zhang's voice trembled, and he screamed a few times in fright.

"Uh-uh, uh-huh, ahem. Blood continued to spurt out of the mouth of the ghost girl, and the blood was mixed with a trace of internal organ fragments, which was really shocking to watch.

The disciples of Qixia Valley were already stunned! They stood there stupidly, looking at the little girl who was hanging in the air with a cold and expressionless expression.