The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

He Juangui stared at him without opening his mouth, and the two looked at each other.

There was a loud bang from above, the secret room was shaken, the things on the shelf fell down, the Ye Mingzhu rolled to the ground, and the vase shattered with a crisp sound.Bandit Lu Qing caught the purple glazed water purification flower pot with quick eyes and hands.The seedling inside yelled "Ouch".

Accompanied by the loud noise, there was an angry shout, "The thief devil, come out and die!"

He Juangui stood up suddenly, put on his robe, and drew a talisman formation with his hands a few times. A hollow lotus-like magic weapon rose from his hand, firmly protecting Lu Qing bandit inside.

"You can't go anywhere! Answer my question first!" Lu Qingban bit his lip hard, reached out to grab his arm but was blocked.He Juangui took a deep look at him and walked out the door.The white jade long sword let out a long cry, the sharp blade slashed, stones splashed everywhere, and the dust filled the air. He Juangui didn't stop for this, and the long sword went straight towards the person who raised his voice just now.

There was a group of people standing outside, crowded and dense, at least hundreds of people.These people were divided into piles and stood together, with different clothes and weapons in their hands, obviously belonging to different sects.

These people are headed by a yellow-shirted monk in the middle, and he was the one who said the words just now.He then shouted with spiritual energy: "Devil, you have a famous family with false teachers, but you have committed such evil things as killing your father and destroying your family. Everyone can punish you! Today, my seven sects in the cultivation world are going to kill you!" You evil rebel!"

Everyone behind him said yes, and then cursed again and again.

"Such villains deserve to be shredded into pieces!"

"He cut through the blue sea of ​​blood with one sword, released countless monsters in the demon world to wreak havoc in our world, and even made Shunhua's painstaking efforts thousands of years ago go to waste!"

"Killing the family and killing the father is full of evil! How can such a villain have to talk to him!"

The yellow-shirted monk smiled slightly. "You did evil in the Demon Realm, but did you ever think that today—"

Before he finished speaking, He Juan returned to Jianfeng.His sword just now was from bottom to top, smashing rocks and trees, very sharp.Everyone never thought that he would not say a word, and he would attack fiercely. Immediately, several people were injured by the sword energy, and their limbs were broken.

The crowd backed away with exclamations.

The yellow-shirted monk sensed something was wrong, but it was too late to dodge it, so he could only raise his Zen staff to block it.The sword and the Zen staff collided with each other, making a loud noise.The monk in the yellow shirt suddenly took a few steps back, and his back foot sank into the soil three points, his face turned pale for a moment.I only felt the cold air from the long sword on the opposite side, and the sword air passed along the junction, making a teeth-stinging creaking sound.He knew that he was no match for that person, so he tried his best to control his mind and shouted loudly to the back.

"Sect Leader Zi, Senior Liu! Come and help me!"

A crimson soft whip entangled from the side like a poisonous snake, He Juangui ignored it and exerted force on his hand.The monk in the yellow shirt turned sideways to avoid his sharp edge, the Zen sticks were all broken from the middle, and rushed backwards under the momentum.

He Juangui turned over and stepped back quickly, pointing his toes on the Zen stick, avoiding the soft whip coming towards his neck.

"Devil, take another blow from me!"

A tall, dark-skinned man yelled, and swung a small hammer out, aiming right at He Juangui's head, seeing that he was moving so fast that it was difficult to change direction, if he retreated at this speed Going away, he was about to use his own head to face his Thunder Hammer!At the same time, the soft whip just missed a hit, and it entangled forward like a poisonous snake, blocking He Juangui's way forward and backward with the Thunder Hammer.He Juan's face was as cold as ice, he inserted his long sword on the ground, and lightly tapped his feet, turning the original backward posture into a push to turn his body upside down, standing upside down with the long sword as the fulcrum, his figure was agile, and his white robe was flying Like a crane among the clouds.

At this time, the small hammer and the soft whip hit nothing, and the two people who were using weapons also had no time to close their momentum. The soft whip wrapped around the handle of the hammer and made a crisp sound.

"On top!" The woman shouted coquettishly, but He Juangui turned his body, but the long sword had already been pulled out from the ground, and the toes were tapped by the entangled hammer and whip, and the figure flew up again, a sword slanted He stepped out and chopped off the soft whip that was too late to withdraw.

This weapon has been practiced by the purple-clothed woman into a natal magic weapon. At this time, the weapon was damaged, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and her body was on the verge of falling.

At this time, the sword strike with He Juangui took only a moment, not counting those disciples with lower cultivation bases, but he had already injured two of them.

The yellow-robed monk frowned slightly, wondering if there are hundreds of people here, and we can't kill you alone, he shouted at the frightened crowd behind him. "This villain is practicing the way of demons, and he is not of my race, so there is no need to stress morals with him! Let's release all the weapons and skills you have! This thief has been operating in the demon world for many years, and he is extravagant. There are countless magical treasures in it. , when this demon is killed, everyone will have a share!"

People die for money, and birds die for food, not to mention this is in the world of comprehension.As soon as he said this, everyone immediately cheered up.Countless weapons and techniques came out together, and they returned to He Juan in the middle.

He Juangui didn't even look at the colorful mantras, he just jumped up, with a flying long sword, he jumped up, the long sword breathed out again and again, danced into a ball around him, protecting himself.

These disciples were a mixed bag of fish and dragons, from various sects. Naturally, they used all kinds of exercises, and their attributes were mixed. As soon as they came into contact with each other, they exploded.

"A bunch of useless guys." The monk in yellow shirt cursed in his heart.

"Stop him! This devil is going to run!" Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.

He Juangui just jumped to avoid the magic spell, leaping up like a white crane.This place was originally a large hall, magnificent and huge, and the pillars in the hall needed to be surrounded by dozens of people. They fought so hard in the hall just now but they were still firm.

The white figure jumped left and right on the pillar, and was about to reach the top of the hall in an instant.

Immediately, several figures followed, but He Juangui did not intend to escape.The long sword in his hand was thrown forward, and the sword energy and the blade cut a huge gap in the wooden roof.

Not only the roof of the hall, but the sword went up first and then flattened, cutting off all the wooden pillars used to support the hall.Wood and stone fell down, the hall collapsed, and everyone in the hall shouted and ran out.Various flying magic weapons were used in turn, but it was still too late.

A large piece of wood fell down, and a disciple wanted to split it with a long sword in his hand, but unexpectedly exhausted his spiritual energy, but the piece of wood still fell straight down. He stared at the shadow with wide eyes in amazement, and didn't even groan. Then he died.

"This, this is the Eternal Day Cold Smoke Wood! How can ordinary swords hurt you!" A middle-aged monk exclaimed, "Hurry up, everyone!"

When they climbed out of the pile of earth and wood in disgrace, what they saw was the tired crane standing on the ruins with spotless clothes. At this time, compared with when they first came, all they had left was Two tenths, and all fighting spirit has been lost.

There are even disciples who have no backbone, and have already begun to kowtow. "My lord, please spare my life! My lord, please spare my life! We are just casual cultivators with no sect, and we were just deceived by that Kongji dog thief. We really didn't mean to be rude to you!"

He Juangui's eyes moved slightly, the tip of his sword touched the man's throat, and he spoke his first words of the day.

"Tell me, where is that yellow-shirted monk just now?"

The author has something to say: fight, fight~

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