Chapter 42: Brute
Bang!
After a loud bang, the three-headed dog of hell that rushed over was instantly knocked several feet away.
Seeing the people coming, the students' eyes instantly lit up with golden light: "Little master! β
"Hmm."
Looking at the piece that fell to the ground, Lord Xuan's eyes were full of disgust.
That's the kind of thing I really want to shout, I don't know these goods.
"Even people like them can't win, it's a shame."
Seeing that they were about to get up, Lord Xuan immediately asked the Black Gold Iron Eater to press them back, "Lie down, lie down, don't move, how do you have a face?" β
The people of the Four Thousand Realms were not happy, "What do you mean?!" It's just a mortal in a mere realm, and they dare to despise us and others, presumptuous! β
This presumptuous sound is mixed with a large amount of spiritual power, which can be said to be full of spiritual energy and sword rain, and it is obvious that there is a desire to suppress it.
It's a pity that the Xuan Lord is invincible, no matter how strong this aura sword rain is, in front of her is just a moist wind blowing on her cheeks, except for nausea, there is nothing left.
Master Xuan took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, "Just talk well, don't engage in personal attacks, what an old person, still spitting, isn't it naΓ―ve." β
"You !!"
Tianquan angrily directly pulled out his moon blade scimitar and aimed it at the Xuan Lord, "Look for death!" β
Seeing this, the students were shocked, this moon blade scimitar was made of the ribs of the ancient fierce beasts, and was fed with beast blood by their four thousand realms all year round, causing this knife to be fierce to the sky.
Every time this knife comes out, it is to see the blood to collect, and it is rumored that this knife has awakened the gluttonous spiritual sense because of the long-term baptism of beast and beast blood.
But whoever is defeated by this sword, the soul will become gluttonous nutrients, and they will end up in ashes.
Li Fang said angrily: "You four thousand realms can't afford to play!" It's just a scramble, is it necessary to take people's lives?! β
Tianquan sneered: "I didn't want to be so embarrassed, after all, the relationship between the Three Thousand Realms and the Four Thousand Realms is very good, and it is this little master of yours who doesn't know how to lift." β
"Of course, we in the Four Thousand Realms are not people with small stomachs."
Tianquan took two steps forward with the moon blade scimitar and threatened the Xuan Lord: "As long as you kneel down and say that I was wrong, I will forgive you for being ignorant just now and leave you a dog's life, how about it?" β
The Xuan Lord took out his weapon plate brick from the cloth pocket of the black gold iron-eating beast with his backhand, and raised his hand to call Tianquan's face.
Syllable.
With a crisp loud sound, Tianquan was instantly fanned out, and the distance was measured visually, and it flew at least one meter.
"Did I give you a face, do you know where this is, can you tell the difference between the big and the small?"
I have to say that the group of students lying on the ground were refreshed by this wave of operations of the Xuan Lord, but they were more worried that the Xuan Master would be injured by the Moon Blade Scimitar.
As soon as they were about to make a reminder, they saw that Tianquan had already thrown the Moon Blade Scimitar in the direction of the Xuan Lord.
"Little master, get out of the way, that knife has gluttonous spiritual sense in it, and it will suck your soul dry!"
At this time, at the tip of the Moon Blade Scimitar, there was a gluttonous phantom visible to the naked eye, and it was swallowing towards the Xuan Lord with a big mouth.
The smell of blood from the rotten beast came to his face, and it was the most hated smell of the Xuan Lord.
She frowned, "Presumptuous." β
Although the sound was not loud, it made the Moon Blade Scimitar and even the gluttony coiled on the tip of the knife stop two inches away from the tip of the Xuan Lord's nose.
That straight and straight appearance is comparable to the school punishment station.
Although the picture is grim, it also makes people want to laugh uncontrollably.
Master Xuan lifted the brick again, slapped it directly on the gluttonous face, and said unhappily: "Get out!" β
The students were surprised to find that they actually saw the aggrieved expressions from a wisp of spiritual sense.
I saw that the gluttonous man raised his claws to cover half of his face, glared at the Xuan Lord as if he was about to cry, and then directly abandoned the Moon Blade Scimitar, turned his head and ran away.
It wasn't until the Moon Blade Scimitar automatically fell to the ground because it was not controlled by its spiritual sense, that Tianquan reacted and hurriedly got up to chase: "Ancestor, don't run!" β
"Ancestor!"
Before they could take two steps, they were stopped by the Black Gold Iron Eater.
Behind him, there was the slightly dissatisfied voice of the Xuan Lord: "Did I let you go?" β
Seeing that the spiritual consciousness of the ancestors they worshipped was scared away, they no longer dared to despise the Xuan Lord.
One by one, like eggplants that had been beaten by frost, they turned around, "Little master, we were wrong, you have a lot, let us go." β
"Nope."
Lord Xuan refused simply: "Admit defeat before the fight is fought, what do you mean, look down on me?" β
Ancestors, their ancestors were scared away, who would dare to look down on you.
Tianquan cried with a sad face, stood at the front and said, "Didn't the fight already have been fought just now?" β
"Spit in my face, it's a fight? You and I play with you, playing here? β
A blow that used up his spiritual power was said to be spitting, and he dared to ask, is there a more humiliating existence than this?
The people of the Four Thousand Realms didn't want to speak at all.
But just because you don't talk doesn't mean you're safe.
"Cubs, throw them all into the martial arts arena."
Master Xuan moved his wrist and turned his neck, "Where is the big place, it's easy to play." β
She also looked at Tianquan and said with a smile: "Don't worry, after your outstanding performance just now, I will definitely take special care of you!" β
In order to save time, the Xuan Lord directly asked the people of the Four Thousand Realms to go together.
This whole thing has hit the people of the Four Thousand Realms even harder.
Because, even if dozens of them went together, they didn't hurt the Xuan Lord in the slightest, but they were beaten by the Xuan Master and cried for their mother.
They just want to ask, let's just say, Xuan Lord, she is a mortal who beats down with a palm, the bones of a person click, is this reasonable? Yes? Is this reasonable?!
It's not so much a PK competition, it's better to say that the Xuan Lord unilaterally beat the people of the Four Thousand Realms.
The beating lasted half an hour.
The beaten people not only had blue noses and swollen faces, and they couldn't get up from lying on the ground one by one, but they were also sweating profusely in pain. On the other hand, Lord Xuan, except for his hair that was a little messy and three or two drops of sweat fell from his sideburns, he looked like a normal person.
Lord Xuan pulled his shoulders, looking relaxed, "It's been a long time since I've had such a cool activity, comfortable." β
In a word, it blocked the hearts of the people of the Three Thousand Realms and the Four Thousand Realms.
3000 Realms: What do you mean by the coolness of the current activity? We are beaten every day and our bones are in vain? Co-authored, give us bones, are you still holding the strength?! We don't even have the qualifications to make you feel good?!
Four Thousand Worlds: Shame, brute! We are really playing with you here, and in your eyes, it is too murderous!
Master Xuan: "Tsk~ Can you not look at me with the eyes of a resentful woman, so I owe a beating." β