"Flying Sword...... He actually used a flying sword to behead a foundation building monk?"

That silver light cut the neck of one of the Western Desert monks, but it seemed to cut the necks of the others at the same time, and the restless crowd around them instantly quieted down, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief, the disciple of the Great Snow Mountain didn't leave the carriage at all, and he only urged a flying sword to kill a Western Desert Foundation Cultivator?

It must be known that the flying sword, a magic weapon, is basically used by monks after the foundation is built.

After all, this is only a very low-level magic weapon, and its power is really limited, and it is no longer able to exert the strength of foundation building.

But that Fang Xiaojiu, who didn't even come out of the carriage, killed a Zhuji with a flying sword, what kind of strength is this?

"Buzz ......"

The flying sword did not fly back into the carriage, and after wiping the neck of the first monk, it stopped in the air, buzzed and trembled, and then swept towards the second Western Desert Cultivator like lightning, after all, the second person had some time to react, and with a loud shout, he propped up the barrier defense, and at the same time turned around and fled, he really didn't dare to stay, this disciple of the Great Snow Mountain dared to kill people here!

It's really too fierce, you must know that the Jiuqu Department is near the left, they even thought that Fang Xiaojiu was here to ask for guilt.

However, the second monk had just escaped less than two steps, and the silver flying sword had already caught up, with indescribable powerful spiritual power, and with a "boom" sound, the barrier was shattered in response, and before the second monk could show any other means of resistance, the flying sword had already penetrated his front and back chests.

"Ahh......hh

The third monk had already fled more than ten zhang away by this time. Only frightened souls. There is only a wail in his mouth.

And yet behind him. The flying sword, stained with the blood of his junior brother and his senior brother, had continued to chase after him.

"A bold rebel, how dare you commit murder here?"

At this moment, suddenly the gray robe flashed, and a big man swept over from a distance, his figure was unexpectedly fast, and in an instant, he blocked the body of the third Western Desert cultivator, and his light brown eyes swept away. He had already locked on the flying sword in the air, sneered, and grabbed the palm the size of a fan directly, and he actually relied on his own force to grab the flying sword with his palm.

At this time, the flying sword wiped out two people in a row, and the spiritual power wrapped around the flying sword had been consumed, and the speed was not as fast as it was at the beginning, and it was really caught in his hand, and the big man's face was slightly pale, and he looked at the black carriage. I was about to start shouting again, but it was just now. The last strand of spiritual power in his palm was released, and it "buzzed" a few times, like a live fish.

The big man was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly used all his spiritual power to suppress the flying sword, feeling his bones sore.

After a long time, the spiritual power wrapped around the flying sword finally gradually dissipated.

It's just that the big man was already a little frightened, and glanced at the carriage in disbelief.

After slashing two people in a row, the last trace of spiritual power wrapped around this flying sword was actually left, but he needed to suppress it with all his cultivation, so how strong should the monk of the flying sword be in the imperial envoy?

This big man went from arrogance to panic in his heart, and the transformation was only in such an instant.

"Lord of the Jiuqu Division, help, this traitor from the Great Snow Mountain actually slaughtered my Western Desert cultivation in public, it is really an unforgivable sin......"

Naturally, no one knew what the gray-clothed man was thinking, in the eyes of others, they only knew that he had successfully taken the flying sword, and the third Western Desert monk escaped with his life, only his face was as frightened as dirt, and he hid behind him and shouted.

All the cultivators around were also happy.

It's good that this person is here, and finally someone can suppress this murderous and unspeakable disciple of the Great Snow Mountain.

"Fang Xiaojiu, my lord is looking for you, are you here to ask for sin?"

The big man removed the look of surprise on his face and shouted loudly.

"Which green onion are you?"

Fang Xing still didn't get out of the car, and asked lazily.

The big man angrily reprimanded: "I am Lei Hong, a subordinate of Young Master Lei Jiu of the radical of Jiuqu, you talked to me, and you didn't even get out of the car? Who gave you the courage to get out of the car quickly and tie yourself up, and follow me to the front of Young Master Lei Jiu to ask for guilt?"

"It turned out to be a slave who was so arrogant?"

Fang Xing in the carriage was a little angry, thinking that it was some kind of character, but he didn't expect that he was just a slave of the Jiuqu Division.

What's even more angry is that these people are "pleading" when they open their mouths and close their mouths, do they really think they represent the emperor?

Besides, what if it's a real emperor?

Cultivators, from the first day they embark on the path of cultivation, only respect the master, because the master represents the inheritance, only fear the heaven and the earth, because the heaven and the earth contain the truth, and the emperor and the general are considered a fart?

"You...... How dare you underestimate me?"

Na Lei Hong was suddenly furious, and his swarthy face turned purple.

"Why do you underestimate you? Aren't you a slave of the Jiuqu Division? Aren't the Jiuqu Department a slave of the Huangfu family?"

Fang Xing laughed, breaking this relationship very clearly.

Lei Hong was even more embarrassed in his heart, but he didn't dare to refute indiscriminately, if he said that he was not a slave of the Jiuqu Department, then he would naturally commit the following crimes, if he said that the Jiuqu Department was not a slave of the Huangfu family, I am afraid that Young Master Lei Jiu would kill him with his own hands, but he was ridiculed like this, and his heart was not a taste, so he could only grit his teeth and drink coldly: "Is this your attitude of asking for sin? I think you are a rebellion!"

If he hadn't sensed Fang Xing's strength from that flying sword, he would have already started at this time, but he wouldn't have waited until now.

"The master lives so big, I've never heard of what the Jiuqu Department is, and what kind of rebellion are you talking about?"

Fang Xing drank coldly, and he didn't have any respect for the Jiuqu Department, so he drove away.

He wanted to see who dared to stop him!

That Lei Hong's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't dare to act with Fang Xing, but if he let him in like this, the face of the Jiuqu Department was lost, but at this time, in order to capture the little devil "Fang Xing" in the Troubled Stone Valley, Young Master Lei Jiu was personally presiding over the big array, and ordered him not to disturb lightly, so he didn't dare to report to his master at this time. I was anxious and helpless.

All of a sudden. A thought crossed his mind. He shouted: "Zhu Xiu listened to the order, Huangfu Daozi had ordered to capture and kill this son, but the little devil named Fang Xing made a mess, so he postponed the capture, my young master has already declared, whoever can capture the little devil Fang Xing, you can be given the Huangfu Daozi handwritten edict, enter the sword mound and choose a sword fetus." This disciple of the Great Snow Mountain has no mouth, openly disobeying the orders of my Jiuqu Sect Lei family, the crime is extremely heinous, you have captured him in front of my young master, do you know that you can't get the second edict?"

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators were shocked, and their eyes shot out of fanaticism.

What is the purpose of their coming here, naturally it is to capture the little devil Fang Xing and get the opportunity to enter the sword shrine.

However, there are at least a few hundred monks who have come here, but there is only one little devil. Everyone knew that there was not much chance, but now they suddenly heard that there was a second chance. Immediately cast his eyes on the carriage.

There are hundreds of monks in the field, and the cultivation of the foundation also accounts for one-third, although most of them dare not provoke the disciples of this big snow mountain, but there are also many who believe that they have some strength, but they dare to touch him, plus there are many people, as soon as the big guy hits up, I don't believe that the disciples of this big snow mountain have three heads and six arms, and they can withstand the siege of many monks in the field......

When Lei Hong saw this scene, Sen Ran sneered, and his figure retreated, hiding behind Zhu Xiu.

There is no doubt that his goal has been achieved, but in fact, he left a word, only saying that if he captured this Fang Xiaojiu, it was possible to get the opportunity to enter the sword shrine, but he did not say that he would definitely get it, after all, although this Fang Xiaojiu provoked him, but it was incomparable with the crime of that Fang Xing, that little devil was the one who killed the Huangfu family, but this Fang Xiaojiu just violated the rules, in simple words, the little devil committed a capital crime, and this Fang Xiaojiu just needs some punishment......

"Let's go up together and work together to capture this ......"

"There are so many of us, and we are afraid that he will not be able to do it alone, see who is lucky enough to capture him and get the edict of the emperor......

"Fang Xiaojiu, don't kneel down and confess your guilt, tie yourself up, spare your dog's life......"

The monks were lured by the attraction of entering the sword shrine, and gradually surrounded them, and they all shouted angrily, and the battle was about to break out.

"Very good, harvest another one, save some blood sacrifices, and prepare for the big battle later!"

Fang Xing sneered, lifted the curtain and got out of the car, and glanced back at Chu Ci: "Girl, don't probe, be careful to splash blood!"

Chu Ci nodded, his face was bloodless, but he didn't want Fang Xing to worry, he just said, "Ninth brother...... Be careful!"

After Fang Xing got out of the car, he looked around with cold eyes, looking at the faces with hidden murderous aura, and his anger rose sharply, and he was about to fight.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Who is so bold and dares to touch our people in the Great Snow Mountain?"

As the sound sounded, "whoosh" and "whoosh" a few times, eight array flags flew in the distance, and they landed around the carriage with great precision, and in an instant, a magic circle was formed, which firmly protected the carriage, and not far away, there were three figures flying quickly, one white, one purple, and one ink, and flew to the front of the carriage in an instant, and looked coldly at the surrounding cultivators.

When Fang Xing saw them, he was slightly stunned: They are also here?

When the surrounding cultivators saw the appearance of these three people, they were also taken aback, and shouted in a low voice, "The five sons of the Great Snow Mountain are here?"

"Retreat, I didn't expect the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain to be here!"

For a while, the courage that the cultivators had just mustered up receded like a tide, giving up a large area.

But I saw these three people, among them the man in white was a woman, with a white robe, white socks and white boots, and even the ribbon that tied her hair was white, holding a long sword with a milky white hilt, staring coldly at the cultivators, while the woman in the purple skirt was holding a Yaoqin in her arms, with a delicate face, but indifferent, and the person in ink clothes was a man, in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and empty hands.

These three people are Xiao Xue, Ye Guyin, and Hou Guimen.

"Daoist friends of the Jiuqu Division, the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain are not strict in discipline, and they collided with you, and I hope to forgive ...... sins."

Another flat voice sounded, and the cultivators separated the sides like a tide, making way for a way, but saw a man in a golden robe walking slowly, this person was in his thirties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were like cold stars, and he bowed his hand to Lei Hong, the subordinate of the Jiuqu Department, but although he said it politely, his expression was also extremely indifferent, and there was a kind of pride that no one would put in his eyes.

"Brother ...... Emperor"

When Chu Ci saw him, he immediately screamed excitedly. (To be continued......)

PS: Can the monthly pass pass exceed 400? In the last few days, can the brothers help the old ghost fulfill this wish?