I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Chapter 304 Purple Thunder Fire Reappears

The few people who reluctantly reached an agreement decided to go to the main hall to take a look first.

Only the fluctuations of spiritual power here are the most abnormal, and a battle is obviously taking place.

When Ning Ruan and others arrived.

Then he saw corpses all over the floor in the palace.

And the two dozen figures who are still fighting...

Among them, the most severe ones were none other than Taishang Elder Yang Pu from Liuguang Sect, who had an eighth-level cultivation level, and the old woman from Danxin Sect, who was a casual cultivator with the highest level of cultivation, Xiaoyao Xianweng.

The three eight realms fought the most ruthlessly.

The hall was in a mess.

In mid-air, the dazzling red blood sword suddenly floated.

"Mr. Wen, do you really want to ignore the friendship between our two sects? Why don't you and I join forces to kill old monster Xiaoyao first, and then make other plans? If he takes away this sword, I'm afraid the first one will be against him. Let’s take action on both sides.”

Yang Pu, the supreme elder of Liuguang Sect, raised his voice to the old woman of Danxin Sect next to him while facing the enemy.

"Fart, Mrs. Wen, if you really believe his lies, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get out of the bottom of the sea today. What kind of friendship between the two sects? When he takes the sword and escapes from the Pan sect, you might be the first one to be destroyed. Danxin Sect." Xiaoyao Immortal shouted angrily.

Listening to the words of the two people, the old woman surnamed Wen could only sneer, "You two old guys, stop talking nonsense. If you are so kind, why not give this sword to the old woman? My granddaughter is still in the sect, and there is absolutely no possibility of escaping."

This sword is an evil sword and should be sealed and should not be seen in the world. "

"..."

An extremely exciting battle is taking place in the main hall.

outside the temple.

The little fat man sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"No wonder we stood outside for so long without anyone noticing. How dare we just stay here and grab things?

It seems that the previous Seventh Realm Sword Cultivator named Yang Li was probably killed as well.

This is not only an evil sword, but also a life-threatening sword! "

The moment the little fat man's voice sounded.

Everyone in the hall cast their gazes one after another.

"You are actually still alive?" Xiaoyao Xianweng's slightly sinister face was full of disbelief.

"What are you talking about? Even if you die, I will not die." The little fat man shouted back with great dissatisfaction.

"..."

Liuguangmen Yangpu looked coldly, "Two fellow Taoists, it seems we have to join forces."

"That's fine, I have no objection anyway." Xiaoyao Xianweng said with a sneer.

The old woman from the Danxin Sect did not refuse, apparently reaching an agreement.

But there was someone who was faster than them.

Almost when the three of them were about to join forces to deal with Uncle Liu and Uncle Dong, two strong men from the Eighth Realm behind the little fat man, Mu Yuan took action.

The spiritual sword flew out of his body.

The coercion of the eleventh realm sword cultivator was clearly revealed.

No one moved.

But the spirit sword that flew into the air suddenly emitted a frighteningly bright sword light.

The three people who were about to take action in mid-air were first knocked away by the sword light.

No more power to fight.

"Senior...Senior, please forgive me...I didn't know that Senior was here, so I offended Senior, and I ask Senior to forgive me..."

Xiaoyao Immortal's voice begging for mercy sounded in the hall.

The other monks who were still fighting stopped the moment Muyuan took action.

Everyone was calling the word "senior" respectfully.

Muyuan ignored everyone.

Since Gu flew up into the air, he raised his hand to grab the strangely red blood sword.

But the next moment.

The blood sword suddenly flew towards the palace door as if it had gained intelligence.

Extremely fast.

So much so that even the eleventh realm sword cultivator jumped into the air.

"Stop it!"

Muyuan suddenly shouted at Uncle Liu and the other two.

"..."

Without any hesitation.

Uncle Liu and Dong Shu, who showed up with eight realms of cultivation, finally no longer put pressure on their cultivation.

The strength of the eleventh realm was suddenly revealed.

Under the stunned eyes of everyone in the hall.

Two eleven-level experts shot at the blood sword at the same time...

But what no one expected was——

The bloody sword that was supposed to escape towards the outside of the palace suddenly fell.

It fell into Ning Ruan's hands...

"..."

"Fuck... Miss Ning, put it down quickly, there must be something wrong with this sword." The little fat man blurted out with his eyes widened.

Mu Yiqiu also hurriedly shouted: "Ning Buruan, don't let your mind be deceived!"

"..."

Ning Ruan held the sword and even flicked it twice.

He blinked in confusion.

"...I feel pretty good." He was so clear-headed that he didn't feel any bloodthirsty feeling at all. He even wanted to make two bowls of rice.

"Spirit sword, the spirit sword is mine!"

At the moment when Ning Ruan finished speaking.

A black shadow suddenly shot out, and a huge fist came towards Ning Ruan's head.

"???"

Do you want the sword or her life?

Ning Ruan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Almost instantly.

A golden light flashed from his hand, and a sword talisman suddenly flew out.

Hit the opponent's chest.

"puff……"

The black shadow flew out without any surprise.

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

follow closely.

Then the extremely sad voices of several monks sounded in the hall:

"The Supreme Elder!"

"The Supreme Elder has no breath!"

"How dare you kill me, the Supreme Elder of Liuguang Sect?!"

The last words were obviously meant for Ning Ruan.

Because the dark shadow just now was none other than Yang Pu, the Supreme Elder of Liuguang Sect.

But now, Yang Pu, who is an eighth-level body cultivator, has become a corpse.

Ning Ruan slowly walked in with the blood sword in hand.

“He wants to kill me, why can’t I kill him?

If you say anything more that I don't like to hear, I will send you down to stay with him. "

The voice just fell.

As if to cater to Ning Ruan's words just now, the blood sword suddenly trembled.

Ning Ruan clearly felt that the sword... was moving, as if it was trying to control her to go forward and kill the remaining monks from the Glazed Light Sect.

"???"

I would rather have a soft face and not change my color.

He threw the blood sword towards Muyuan, the only eleventh realm sword cultivator present, "I don't want it anymore, you catch it."

Muyuan, who has a temperament as cold as frost:...

however.

Before Ning Ruan could relax, he saw the blood sword in mid-air, as if it was controlled by someone, still shooting towards the few remaining monks in Liuguang Sect who had been frightened and stunned... …

"..."

At this moment, if Ning Ruan hadn't thought that someone must be controlling the blood sword, then his life would have been in vain.

She doesn't care about the life or death of people from Liuguang Sect.

But she can't bear the blame.

There was barely any hesitation.

Ning Ruan took out the iron pot with his backhand.

Block yourself and the Liuguangmen group behind you.

Clang——

Even with Muyuan's action, the iron pot and the blood sword still collided.

But the iron pot that was supposed to be split in half unexpectedly turned out to be completely fine.

On the contrary, it suppressed the blood sword and pushed it back ten feet.

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