The inner disciples brought by Zhang Yuefeng were all regretful, but going down the mountain to pick up someone and rewarding him with a spiritual weapon, which was really a big deal!

Many inner disciples lowered their heads and thought, it was said that when the Haoran sword was trained outside, they burned, killed, looted, and worked in all kinds of ways, and they were prostitutes, gambling and gambling. It seemed that the rumors must be true, otherwise how could there be so many spiritual weapons?

When the disciples of the inner sect saw that the Hei Lao San had obtained a spiritual weapon, they went down the mountain. Everyone looked at each other and whispered.

Zhang Hao waited silently for several breaths in his heart. Seeing that none of the disciples brought by Zhang Yuefeng came forward to confess their guilt, he was furious. He was now the head teacher. He ordered to go to the foot of the mountain to pick him up and both of them refused and feared. If the Hongchen Sword Sect encounters greater difficulties in the future and their cultivation is profound, what will happen? Zhang Hao smiled coldly when he thinks of this.

After a while, he said: "If the wasteland is in chaos today, the Red Dust Sword Sect has been destroyed in name only. You all go to find your future!"

After saying these words, everyone's expressions became ugly.

Zhang Yuefeng looked at the disciples behind him, his expression changed drastically, he looked up at Murong Xue, and Murong Xue said lightly: "Elder Zhang, the leader is talking about the inner disciple behind you, not about you!"

The inner disciples behind Zhang Yuefeng dared not speak when they saw Zhang Haolingran's aura, but there were always a few people who like to show off their heroes.

I saw an inner disciple coming out of the disciples, looking at Zhang Hao and saying, "Donkey, if it weren't for the old leader, you would have killed trash like you ten thousand times!"

When Zhang Hao heard the man's words, he felt a little admirable, but when he looked closely at the expression in the man's eyes, he found that the man's triangular eyes were all falling on Murong Xue behind him. Moreover, what this guy's eyes showed was not his anger at Zhang Hao and his hatred for not fighting hard, but his naked jealousy.

As the head of the Hongchen Sword Sect, Xiangwai must first settle down. He has never had the opportunity to deal with these chores before, but it is a good opportunity now.

Zhang Hao raised his spiritual power in his body and shouted: "I think of the friendship between my classmates. I won't kill you, get out!"

Seeing that Zhang Hao was stern, the inner disciple was a little angry and sneered: "Others are afraid of your Haoran Sword, but I may not be afraid of you!"

After saying that, he walked out of the crowd with big strides.

Zhang Hao carried his hands on his back and looked at the inner disciple in front of him. His sharp eyes made the inner disciple's heart sank.

But at this moment, the arrow was on the string, and he had no chance to retreat. He pointed at the halberd and said, "Zhang Hao, remember it, my name is..."

"Hmph! You are worthy of pointing fingers in front of me."

Everyone felt a flash in front of their eyes, and then they heard a crisp and pleasant sound.

Bang!

The disciple who had just walked out from behind Zhang Yuefeng had swollen on his left face, and five finger marks appeared abnormally on his left face.

"You... are despicable and shameless!" The inner disciple who was slapped by Zhang Hao was so angry that he raised his sword and stabbed him at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao used the dragon's body technique to avoid quickly.

This disciple used the Red Dust Sword Technique.

I saw sword shadows everywhere, countless sword lights gathered, and the sword moves were agile and unique, as if they had entered a secular wine shop.

There were countless women dancing gracefully, and the figures of women were shuttled back and forth, revealing a strong smell of worldly powder.

Zhang Hao avoided left and right dodged.

All of us heard the sound of slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap.

The disciple who wielded his sword move slowed down.

Everyone looked up and saw that the disciple's face was swollen like a pig's head, and only a pair of red and fire-breathing eyes were still looking around to find Zhang Hao's figure.

Zhang Hao saw the vicious red eyes and murderous intent surged in his heart.

At this time, a faint voice came from behind: "You all quickly leave the Hongchen Sword Sect!"

Zhang Hao felt clear and looked back at Murong Xue. Murong Xue looked as usual, and there was nothing unusual.

Zhang Hao looked at everyone coldly and said, "Get out!"

The word "roll" is mixed with sound killing, and the strong spiritual power is mixed in it, as if a muffled thunder sounded from the plain.

The timid disciple fell to the ground in fear, got up in a mess, and followed the disciples to escape in a panic.

Zhang Hao turned around and was about to speak, but Murong Xue said lightly as soon as he saw it: "Qingxu and Qing Ling'er of the Daode Sect have been taken up the mountain. We just need to wait here!"

Zhang Yuefeng stood there, helpless and didn't know what to do. In his opinion, these inner disciples were all elites in the sect. Zhang Hao drove them away like this, which made him feel a little reluctant.

At this time, Zhang Hao looked at the disciples who were going down the mountain in a panic, looked at Zhang Yuefeng and said:

"Senior brother, don't worry too much. These disciples are the real elites in the sect. In the future, they must rely on them to revitalize the Hongchen Sword Sect!" After saying that, he gently glanced at the disciples in Cuigu.

All the disciples had just received the reward of spiritual weapons and were shocked when they heard Zhang Hao's words, and were inexplicably happy.

Zhang Yuefeng said in a little disappointed moment: "As long as the commander's orders!"

Zhang Hao felt a little embarrassed when he looked at Zhang Yuefeng's expression, but he could not explain to him for the time being, so he could only smile and said, "Okay, everyone will collect their own jade slips and spirit stones first, and wait for the opportunity to see how to survive this great disaster!"

When everyone heard this, they remembered this great disaster and felt a little heavy.

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Deep in the end.

The old man Tianhuang looked at the magnificent blood energy rising like flames in a radius of several miles.

The old man Tianhuang's eyes were as red as fire.

He hated! He wanted to peel the Dao Chicken alive and eat it alive. The hard work he had worked hard for more than a hundred years was destroyed by this guy. He actually used Yin blood to erode his blood sacrifice array, greatly reducing the power of his formation.

Looking at the thick blood mist above my head, it floated down from the sky.

The old man Tianhuang wished he could rush into the blood-guided sacrifice to the sky and killed Dao Chi immediately under the knife.

"Dao Chi, you are an old guy who is stingy inside and outside! You actually have an affair with the people of Wanxiang Island, destroying the earth veins I made in an instant, and using the lives of tens of thousands of cultivators in the sky to practice demon skills in advance to improve your level of cultivation. You are so cruel!"

The old man Tianhuang's five internal organs outside the formation were burning, and smoke came from the seven orifices.

There was only blood light soaring into the sky and countless cold evil spirits in the formation, as if there was no one inside.

The old man Tianhuang stood anxiously in front of the formation.

But now he did not dare to rashly enter this formation. The blood evil spirit in this formation was too strong. With his early cultivation of Dharma images, he was afraid that he would rashly enter. His cultivation level would be wasted and he would become a scammer puppet of Taoist ignorance.

At this moment, a voice came from the depths of the boundless sea of ​​blood: "Old man Tianhuang, you have been smart for a lifetime, but I didn't expect you to be today!"

The old man Tianhuang listened to the sound in the sea of ​​blood, like a burning flame, and his spiritual power rose wildly.

I saw a long sword with blood condensed in the bloody sky. Flashes of cold wind blew from the depths of the ground, sweeping the blood mist of several miles to spread to both sides. The remaining bloody sword of several miles was floating in the void.

Dao Chi in the blood light slowly stood up from the sea of ​​blood, looking calmly at the long sword floating above his head, saying: "Today I will understand the power of your Yinsha Blood Clotting Sword, and see if you have made progress over the past few hundred years."

After Dao Chi said that, he formed seals with his hands, and a red gold light appeared in his body.

The seal of the King of Ming Dynasty Vajra Arhat.

With the magical powers of Buddhism, the old man Tianhuang looked at the fingerprints above his head, so that his expression would not be solemn.

A huge golden fingerprint appeared in the sky, and from bottom to top, welcoming the blood light wrapped in the blood-colored sword.
Chapter completed!