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He slammed his feet back and out of the warband.

His eyes were full of coldness, and he snorted: "I heard that the Pure Yang Sword Palace is the head of the righteous path in the world, and when I see it today, it is just a group of unreasonable bull noses." ”

"Bastard!"

"What did you say?"

"Guys side by side, do him!"

His words immediately aroused the anger of many pure yang disciples outside the mountain gate, and they all shouted and scolded for a while, and those who were more impulsive had already rolled up their sleeves and were about to step forward.

The Taoist surnamed Wu raised his hand horizontally, stopped the disciple who rushed forward, and snorted: "What is the reason to talk about you thief?"

Jian Chen laughed angrily, and finally became really angry, and shouted: "So, Dao Chief, please!"

His steps were slightly staggered, and he had already set up his posture, this time, it was no longer to hide!

Hum!

The Taoist surnamed Wu snorted heavily, with the help of these few words, he also recovered a lot, and the fear in his heart had faded.

Just as he was about to regroup, the sword intent of Senluo surged out of his body violently again.

Bell--!

Suddenly, a sound of gold and iron resonating permeated the scene.

Shouting and scolding, all after this sound, completely silent.

In the eyes of all the Pure Yang Sword Palace disciples present, they all looked at this scene in front of them in horror, in their minds, it was absolutely impossible for it to happen.

Jian Chen still stood in place, not even a single step, and even his posture never changed in the slightest.

But...... Uncle Wu, who they had never been able to look up to, was holding his right hand with his left hand at the moment, and blood was pouring down from his fingers.

The three-foot Qingfeng, which was originally held in his right hand, fell far away from Uncle Wu at the moment, looking extremely lonely.

This......

Everyone looked at each other, no one knew what was going on, why did Uncle Wu become like this with just a glance?

Even the Taoist surnamed Wu himself didn't know what had happened.

He only knew that from the black stick in the thief's hand, a silver light suddenly flashed, and then a sharp breath rushed towards his wrist, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist, and the long sword was immediately unable to hold it.

"You, what kind of secret weapon did you use!"

Wu Daoren couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and his face was full of incredulity, and he said.

At this moment, his wrists were still sore, and most of his good swordsmanship had been wasted.

"Hmph......" Jian Chen sneered again, the blow just now completely ignited the tyrannical aura that he had deeply suppressed in his heart for the past few days, and he suddenly stared and shouted: "Who dares to come!"

Stepping out, the domineering aura that had never appeared on him was raging, like a scorching sun, like a scorching light, deep in everyone's eyes and hearts.

Further, all the Pure Yang disciples, including Wu Daoren, took a step back, and they didn't know if it was because of his power at the moment, or the power of the silver light flashing before.

Ten steps in a row, and the people of Pure Yang retreated ten steps in a row.

When the last step fell, finally, it was already at the limit of the collapse of the hearts of the pure yang disciples.

After bottoming, will it collapse or rebound?

After all, the Pure Yang Sword Palace is a great martial arts sect, and those who can enter this sect all have the resources of heaven, and the arrogance in their hearts is much higher than that of the disciples of other small sects.

"Boy, don't be rampant!"

I don't know who roared in the crowd, but it was like a heavy hammer, smashing into everyone's hearts.

The Pure Yang disciples, who were oppressed by Jian Chen, whose momentum was infinitely close to nothing, suddenly had their eyes blood-red, and they all roared angrily: "Don't be rampant!"

The sonorous sound was masterful, and dozens of people in the field were in their hands, shining with a dazzling white light.

Except for the Taoist surnamed Wu.

Seeing that the disciples in the sect seemed to have lost their minds, he was so anxious that he ignored the injury in his palm, stopped him with both arms, and shouted, "Calm down!"

He had fought with Jian Chen, and he knew that with his martial arts, the group of disciples under his own sect who were only the highest in the realm of refinement were afraid that they would be overwhelmed by the number of people.

It's a pity that at this moment, who is willing to listen?

After the leader roared wildly, he did not hesitate, and the first one came out of the crowd, and the sword rushed out of the thunder, and stabbed the sword Chen.

When the rest of the disciples saw it, they couldn't hold back any longer, and they all scrambled to be the first, and in the chaos, it was their Uncle Wu who was also pushed to the ground and stumbled under his feet.

On Jian Chen's face, there was no sadness or joy, seeing this, he just sneered and said, "That's it, it's very good!"

On the same day outside Chenzhou City, he fought in a group against the Red Flame Gate, although he also injured many enemies, but in the end, he was unable to catch it, so that An An and Yu Hua Xiangrong were captured.

Today is another group battle, what should we do after improving our skills?

At the end of the thousand blade sticks, the silver light rises at a glance, and it is suddenly eight points!

Exhaust in all directions!

The eight dragons raised their heads, and when the dragon roared, the blood-colored petals exploded on the thighs of the man's people, and they passed by with a dart, and they were already caves.

The dragon chanted without stopping, and the wails rang out loudly, and in an instant, the dozen or so pure yang disciples who pounced fell to the ground.

On everyone's thigh, there was an almost transparent blood hole, bursting countless blood-colored petals that stained the ground and stained the mountain gate.

In the end, there is still a benign righteousness in his heart, but he is only hit hard, and he does not hurt the killer.

“...... Live...... Hands!"

Wu Daoren no longer had the momentum he had before, and at this moment, seeing the disciples in the door wailing all over the field, a strong sense of powerlessness suddenly rose, and his slightly chubby body sat on the ground, only muttering and repeating two words.

"Pure Yang Sword Palace, but that's it!"

Jian Chen was able to kill, and when the last Pure Yang disciple fell, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared.

The resentment that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time rushed to the sky like a sea of mountains with this long roar.

In just a few breaths, dozens of Pure Yang Sword Palace disciples all fell under the Eight Dragons Silver Dart!

His eyes were full of murderous energy, and he coldly glanced at the people who fell to the ground and howled, snorted heavily from his nose, and raised his feet to go to the door.

At that moment, a gentle voice sounded in his ears.

"Little donor, hold your breath, be still!"

In addition to him, is there anyone else who can fight?

Shocked, almost in an instant, the Eight Dragons Silver Dart shot out again, this time, not to hurt the enemy, but to protect himself.

Eight silver darts burst out in eight different directions, diagonally around his body, protecting all the people around him behind the dragon darts.

However, none of them hit.

"Come out!"

His sword eyebrows were upside down, and he quickly glanced around, but he found nothing, and suddenly shouted: "Sneaky, but your Pure Yang Sword Palace's style?"

"Little donor, hold your breath, calm your breath, don't miss a thought, and enter the devil's path. ”

The voice was still ringing in his ears, and the figure was never visible.

Jian Chen snorted coldly: "What about people, what about demons, from beginning to end, it all depends on one heart. ”

"Today's heart is a murderous heart!"