In the city lord's mansion.

In front of the blood-colored barrier, the Lord of Zhenjian City still shrank in his blue cloak, not moving, but just coughing non-stop.

Every time I cough.

The demon patterns around the cloak were about to flash for a moment, turning into a strange wave, spreading outward.

"Ahem!!"

Suddenly, a very weak and impatient voice came from the blood-colored barrier, "You are going to die! You are so annoying to the Lord!"

"Dawei... Tianlong!!"

hold head high!

A dragon roar faintly sounded in the barrier, and then it was pressed down by the endless demon patterns.

"Ahem cough cough..."

The Lord of Zhenjian ignored it, and the coughing sound became more and more intense, and the strange fluctuations spread faster and faster.

...

Outer room.

Not only Gu Tian.

The others also noticed the source of the coughing sound and looked at the city lord's mansion!

"City Lord!"

"It's the city lord!"

"That's great! The city lord finally showed up!"

“…”

After a brief shock, the remaining monks in the Sword Town City were once again excited!

Feeling.

From great sorrow to great joy!

"Hahaha……"

A monk from Jiancheng Town looked at the figures of San Thousand Sword Cultivators and Gu Han happily and laughed wildly.

"Wait for death!"

"You are dead!"

While talking.

He bent down and bowed deeply to the city lord's mansion, with a passion in his tone.

"Please take action by the city lord!"

"Kill the rebels, eliminate the traitors, and promote the power of our sword-stricken city!"

"Please take action by the city lord!"

The others followed closely and gave a big gift to the city lord's mansion.

"A bunch of waste."

"Ahem... it's very useful."

The voice of the Lord of Zhenjian City suddenly came out, but his tone was filled with dissatisfaction.

In an instant!

The strange aura in the field instantly became more than ten times stronger!

Bang!

Bang!

Everyone suddenly felt that their heartbeats had accelerated countless times, and even their spiritual power began to rush!

"City Lord...ah!"

A monk from Zhenjian City, who had a weak cultivation level, looked frightened. He was about to speak when he screamed and his body exploded instantly!

puff!

puff!

Very soon.

The cultivation level has gone from low to high. After the demon clouds, blood flowers bloomed in the sky, bright and blood-red monsters!

"This...what is it!"

Mei Yun had the lowest cultivation level and was most affected by the strange fluctuations. His eyes were covered with bloodshots and he could not resist them when he saw them.

roar!!

At this moment, the roar sounded again!

Holding a magic knife.

The golden mark on Gu Tian’s eyebrows shone brightly, and the power of the demons on his body rose. The demons that had been shaken by the coughing sound appeared again!

Howling.

All the demons gathered!

It landed behind him and turned into a dark black demon flag with a radius of radius, covering Gu Han and others nearby, as well as three thousand sword cultivators in the distance.

"Save me, save me!"

"I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong!"

"Let me in, let me in!"

“…”

now.

The remaining monks in the Sword City of the Remaining City quickly decreased, and the remaining ones looked at the demon flag and wanted to come in and hide, but they just couldn't get in at all!

It didn't take many breaths at all.

Their mood changed from great joy to... It was no longer great sorrow, but total despair!

Lord of Zhenjian City.

I have completely given up on them!

"Please!"

A monk from Jiancheng Town looked at Gu Han and begged: "You have killed so many people. No matter how big the mistake you make up for, right?"

"Forgive others if you have to!"

"Let's go in, we promise... no! We swear! We won't be embarrassed with the sword cultivator in the future!"

“…”

Prayers kept coming, but everyone looked cold.

"Want to come in?"

Gu Han glanced at them and said lightly: "Don't ask me, ask the sword!"

What?

Everyone was stunned.

Gu Han didn't explain, and with a move, a hundred thousand broken swords roared over and landed behind him!

"They realized they were wrong."

"What do you think?"

Buzzing!

The hundred thousand broken swords trembled continuously, and the hundred thousand broken swords sword spirits faintly expressed their thoughts.

“They said it.”

Gu Han said indifferently: "You apologize, they... choose not to forgive!"

Lao Sun's face looked strange.

I thought to myself, why did this seem to be what the young master said?

One sentence.

All the monks in the Sword City were completely staying there!

The blood flowers kept bursting.

The splendor and weirdness are even more bloody.
To be continued...