Listening to the answers of several people, Wang Jian's heart sank.

The demon sword can calculate that he is coming, it is not a skill, and he can guess it.

But what is the idea of refusing to meet customers directly.

Is it really badly injured?

No way!

You have to see people today.

If the demon sword unites with Xue Bei, he will have no power to resist.

If you take advantage of the fact that the demon sword is injured now and kill people first, there is still room for maneuver.

But if you go down the mountain now, when the demon sword recovers from his injury, those two sluts work together, and the white team will definitely lose!

With a sinking in his heart, Wang Jian gave the disciple beside him a try.

The latter will understand and is just about to make a move.

Airplanes!!

On the top of the Cangtian Gate, a burst of sword roar suddenly erupted!

"Action!"

After a moment of hesitation, Wang Jian shouted directly.

There are only more than ten people guarding the door, and they are not vulnerable at all in front of Wang Jian's team.

In just a few seconds of fighting, all these dozen people were killed.

Unexpectedly, Wang Jian found that the martial arts routes of these people actually had the shadow of Cangtianmen......

No!

This is simply the introductory swordsmanship of Cangtianmen!

It's just that when they use it, they are very deformed, so they only have a few shadows.

This, doesn't this mean that the demon sword has passed on the martial arts of Cangtianmen to these wastes?

Wang Jian felt incredulous.

This demon sword is too good for its own people.

Cangtianmen's martial arts are a big treasure trove.

It's working well, I don't know how many genius disciples can be attracted, and it's actually wasted on these wastes to learn? Will they learn? No! Are they worthy of learning?

Waste, waste!

Such a good resource, properly operated, is a great asset!

Even if it's just exchanging cheats with other sects, you can exchange many copies!

I don't know what my brain is thinking!

Airplanes!!

As soon as Wang Jian thought of this, there was another sound of sword roaring from above the Cangtian Gate.

The voice was a little duller than the previous one, but it was more powerful.

Wang Jian didn't know what these two sword sounds meant, but he understood that he had to see the demon sword as soon as possible.

All the way up, Wang Jian killed seven or eight waves of disciples guarding the mountain, and eighty-nine people died, before he reached the Yanwuchang Mountain in Cangtianmen.

There, a man was standing.

The man had white hair, and his skin was covered with age spots, densely covered with folds.

But judging from the silhouette and figure, it is actually a teenager!

A teenager who is not old and decrepit?

The white-haired boy wears three swords around his waist!

Black sword.

White sword.

Gray Sword.

The white-haired young man's right hand is holding a small wine glass, as if enjoying afternoon tea, leisurely sent it to his mouth, and he also makes a sound of chirping to express enjoyment.

In front of the white-haired boy, there was a table with all kinds of delicacies, steaming hot, as if it had just been prepared.

And what shocked Wang Jian the most was that the white-haired young man's side was tied up by an iron chain with thick arms.

“…… Xue Bei! ”

Zheng!

Pulling out his sword, Wang Jian shouted directly: "Dongmen drunk, you are the Dongmen drunk who kills people indiscriminately in the white team, right!" This woman is from the Black Team, kill her and we'll win the dungeon! ”

"Mmmmmm

Xue Bei's mouth was still gagged, and she didn't have a chance to poison her tongue if she wanted to.

As for Fang Yi, he raised his eyelids, and then as if he hadn't heard, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up the vegetables, and put them in his mouth.

"Hmm...... The color and flavor are complete, worthy of being the chef of Cangtianmen, praise! ”

Wang Jian's eyelids jumped, and his face became gloomy.

"The East Gate is drunk! Are you deluded by this woman? Don't take any of her word for it! She's a member of the black team, and everything she says is a strategy, all to lie to you! ”

"This sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour, are combined in just the right place, perfectly!"

Ignoring himself like this, Wang Jian finally couldn't help it.

"Good! I get it! It looks like you've been brainwashed, so you'll only see your subordinates......"

Yikes!

Wang Jian's voice stopped abruptly.

The center of the eyebrows seemed to be pierced by a thin thread, and blood oozed out little by little.

"You...... You ......"

Poof.

Kneeling on his knees, Wang Jian fell to the ground and died, just staring at Fang Yi's direction with his eyes, as if he was dead.

Can not see.

That moment just now.

Even what happened, Wang Jian didn't know.

The gap in strength is so big?!

This is, the power of the Zhenpai's divine skills?

It seems that I was on the wrong track from the start...... You should go all out to seize the Divine Skill Cultivation, instead of climbing up the sect step by step......

The gap in strength certainly made Wang Jian unwilling.

But what he is most unhappy about is that this east gate is drunk, and he eats black every day! Attack yourself, that's called a killing decisiveness! It's like a game against the black team, who kills the white team first!

Twenty-five boys! It's not good to die!

Darkness surged in, and Wang Jian was ejected from the dungeon.

"Quest Notice: White Team Member [Dongmen Drunk] Kills White Team Member [Just Having Fun]!"

……

"Boss?!"

"Dare to kill the boss of my family, demon sword, I will fight with you!"

The subordinates brought by Wang Jian shouted desperately, but in the web of death woven by black threads, the residual value was broken, and they fell down screaming.

In the blink of an eye, half of the group was killed or wounded, and the rest fled down the mountain.

"Mmmmmm

Xue Bei's eyes widened.

Shocked!

Frightened!

Shocked!

What is this doing?!

Is this addictive to murder and killing? Kill your own people?

The most important thing is that everyone else has been killed, so what are you doing with it?

The sword also recognizes the master, and the resources of Cangtianmen have been scavenged, what do you want?

Last night, I overheard the idle chatter of the disciples of the idol faction, as if the rivers and lakes heard that because of the appearance of this product, because people are worried about the sky, there is a faint meaning of uniting the good and evil factions and getting rid of the demon sword.

This is a big crisis, and if we can survive until then, maybe the NPC will really be able to kill this thing.

As soon as Xue Bei thought of this, her mouth relaxed, and the fabric that had been stuffed for several days was finally taken away.

Slightly stunned, Xue Bei looked up and saw that he was the former chef of Cangtianmen, who was helping.

The chef innocently pointed to the side, and Xue Bei followed the line of sight.

I saw that the demon sword had finished eating a table, and was slowly wiping his mouth.

As if sensing the gaze, he smiled at Xue Bei.

"Life should have a sense of ritual. Today is just the time for the two swords to confess their Lords, and it is always necessary to celebrate. ”

Xue Bei didn't care about this, and asked suspiciously, "You won't kill me?" ”

Fang Yi tilted his head, looking puzzled.

"Who said I wouldn't kill you?"

Airplanes!

The black glow flashed away.

Before Xue Bei could react, her head fell to the ground.

Xue Bei: ??!!

Make no mistake!

Don't be so moody!

Give a signal before you start, sister is afraid of pain!

Consciousness is gone, but anger is gone.

"Quest Notice: White Team Member [Dongmen Drunk] Kills Black Team Captain [Sister Loves Mushroom Stew]!"

"Quest Notice: Black Team Players, Wiped Out!"

"Quest Notice: Congratulations to the White Team members for winning the quest!"

“ace！”