959 Need a Reason?

"Daring to pretend to be someone else to participate in the Wuji Trial is disrespectful to the Wuji Holy Heaven, do you know what the consequences are?" The middle-aged man's face sank and he said.

"What proof do you have to prove that I am an impostor, even if you are a person from the Infinite Holy Heaven, you can't frame a good person out of thin air, so unreasonable." Luo Rib Hu said stiffly.

"I say what you are, you are what you are, do you need a reason, do you need a reason?" The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly, looked directly into the other party's eyes, and said contemptuously.

Although this sound arrogant and domineering, when it comes out of his mouth, it seems reasonable and impossible to refute. The respect of the strong is the unbreakable truth.

Under his forced gaze, the bearded eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at him, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Big ...... My lord misunderstood, I didn't mean to impersonate and be disrespectful to the Infinite Holy Heaven. It's because ...... Because Yang Anwen was so excited to receive the trial token that he went mad, I am his cousin again, my qualifications are not below him, and my cultivation is still one grade higher than him, so this is ...... That's what ...... for him," Luo Lihu's psychology finally collapsed, and he stammered to explain.

"Draw your sword, for the sake of your true qualifications and strength, I will give you a dignified way to die." Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and his eyes were indifferent, without any emotion.

"My lord, I'm really ......" sweat poured down his beard and wanted to explain a few more words.

"Draw your sword!" The middle-aged man said dryly.

All around, everyone took a few steps back, dodging like a dead star.

The beard knew that it was useless to explain, and he held the hilt of the sword helplessly, but his fingers were trembling slightly. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and turned and fled into the distance.

Out of awe of the Infinite Holy Heaven, how dare he make a move with the other party?

I have to admit that this person's strength is really good, if he doesn't move, as soon as his body moves, it is like a glimpse of a streamer, just in the blink of an eye, he has reached dozens of feet away. It was only at this time that everyone could vaguely see the nine red holy beads on his forehead. Soul Saint Nine Grades, this person is actually the cultivation of Soul Saint Nine Grades.

"What a strength!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed. The selection criteria of the Infinite Holy Heaven are not all based on cultivation, but also on qualifications, so the people selected to participate in the trial may not all be masters, and there are even saint masters in the realm of Law Saints, so they are naturally surprised to see the strength of this person.

However, the middle-aged man was not surprised in the slightest, just sneered, and drew his sword unhurriedly and slashed out.

"Brush!" The cold light swept by, and the blood rain flew separately. The beard that was running away suddenly slammed into two halves, but still maintained a one-legged running posture, and rushed out a foot away before falling to the ground at the same time.

This scene should have made people feel funny, but at this moment, no one could laugh, and everyone only felt horror from the bottom of their hearts.

One sword, just one sword, a strong man of the Nine Grades of the Soul Saint died like this.

The most terrifying thing was that the middle-aged man shot too fast, and until this time, no one even saw the holy bead flickering between his eyebrows, and they didn't know how strong his cultivation was.

"My name is Gong Yuanhong, you better remember me, if anyone dares to impersonate again, disrespect to the Wuji Holy Heaven, and there will be no forgiveness!" The middle-aged man put away his long sword and said indifferently. It was as simple as the one he had just killed was not a master of the Soul Saint Nine Pins, but a pig and a dog.