Several disciples of the Wanjian Ancient Sect had expressionless expressions, and the Malaysian Golden Knife sat at the gate of the Duan family.

The chair was moved by the Duan family.

It's so arrogant.

Kill your family, and when you are tired, you have to bring a few chairs to let us sit and rest.

No one dared to take even the dead guards' bodies.

Everyone was silent.

Several senior executives of the Duan family rushed back quickly.

They can ask for help from everyone in the banquet hall, and people from the world of cultivation come to find fault. Even the top families in the world, it is not embarrassing to ask for help.

But they didn't do that.

Don't want to implicate innocent people.

The other party’s identity is self-evident when he dares to kill people in the Duan family.

If you ask for help, who are good at relationships, or don’t help?

The Duan family knows it.

As soon as I entered the gate, in front of the beautiful entrance, several people wearing white clothes and carrying swords behind their backs sat in a row.

A look of indifference.

Duan Pingfeng, the head of the Duan family, walked forward calmly, clasped his fists, and was about to speak, suddenly his body stiffened and a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

Some people were sitting there, and some people secretly injured people.

The others were immediately furious.

Duan Pingfeng shouted softly: "Don't move!"

The eyes of the people behind him were red, with their heads lowered, and their eyes were filled with endless anger!

He didn't even give him a chance to speak, and he just took action to hurt someone.

How domineering and arrogant is this?

Duan Pingfeng was a little staggering, his face was a little pale, but he still clasped his fists and said, "Duan Pingfeng, the head of the Duan family, has seen all the immortals of Ten Thousand Swords!"

There is no need to ask, the other party’s outfit and style are the only one in the entire world of cultivation, and there is no other semicolon.

Among the few people sitting there, a young man who looked only twenty-one or two years old asked, "Has Duan Wuyu contacted you some time ago?"

Duan Wuyu is the ancestor of the Duan family who ascended to the world of cultivation and became an outer disciple of the Wanjian Ancient Sect.

Duan Pingfeng calmly, shook his head and said, "No."

puff!

A sword energy suddenly appeared.

He pierced Duan Pingfeng's right chest and blood flowed out.

A huge piece of red instantly!

Duan Pingfeng shook his body, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

He covered his right chest with his hands and swung his other hand gently behind him, preventing several people with their eyes from exploding.

At this time, Ye Yu, accompanied by Qian Qianxue, was just in and out of the door.

Seeing his father being injured, Duan Yeyu immediately let out a sad cry: "Dad!"

Qian Qianxue gently grabbed Duan Yeyu who was about to rush over.

The few people sitting there could not see any emotional fluctuations on their faces. They just asked the young-looking sword cultivator of Wanjian Ancient Sect, staring at Duan Pingfeng with their eyes: "Let's lie again, die."

This man looked very young, but his eyes were deep, and he was obviously already very old.

Duan Pingfeng took a deep breath, covered the wound with his hands, and blood flowed out through his fingers, his expression still neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "There is an ancient contract between the world of cultivation and the world. You are from the top ancient religions. Do you want to ignore this rule?"

"We are the rules!"

The young-looking sword cultivator of Wanjian Ancient Sect could not see any emotional fluctuations, and looked at Duan Pingfeng: "You only have one chance to answer the question."

"I'm going to kill people."

A clear voice came from afar.

Very peaceful.

There is no dissatisfaction in the voice.

But this sentence made the eyes of the Wanjian Ancient Sect disciples sitting there instantly become sharp.

There was a sword energy bursting out on his body.

It's like a peerless sword in human form!

Song Yue walked in from outside, and behind him was a large group of human practitioners, great masters of martial arts, and great demons.

He looked at several disciples of the Wanjian Ancient Sect who were still sitting there.

"Stand up and talk."

A sword intent instantly slashed at Song Yue’s arm!

Just like attacking Duan Pingfeng just now.

This is the other party's warning.

No one can be arrogant in front of them.

So no matter whether it is true or false, we must first teach this arrogant young man a lesson.

Let him understand that those who don’t keep their mouths in their mouths and talk nonsense will have to pay a heavy price.

The sword intent is like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing invisible.

The disciple of the Wanjian Ancient Sect who took action was slightly stunned, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

This feeling is like an adult strong man, slapping at a kindergarten child. The extent to which the other party is hit depends only on his mood at the time. There is no such problem as to whether he can hit him.

But... I missed it!

“Stand up!”

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from Song Yue's body, and the invisible sword intent turned into a Tai Chi diagram, which was round and deep, but extremely sharp, and instantly enveloped those people.

He has been suppressing his realm for the past few months and refused to improve his cultivation. He wanted to stay in the world for a longer time.

We are reluctant to give up family affection, and we don’t want China to become a place where this group of people will do their own things as before!

A year ago, he promised Xiao Meng that the condition was for money.

There is nothing to be embarrassed to admit.

A practitioner cannot do without the land of wealth and law. He can hold up a penny to a hero, but he cannot move without money.

I don’t have money and can’t even afford the ingredients that Wufu needs.

So at that time, he was doing it for money.

Now he takes care of the elite martial arts hall, but he wants to leave a legacy!

A single flower blooms is not spring, but a hundred flowers bloom in the garden.

He hopes that after he leaves this world, a large number of amazing young men can emerge.

What's wrong with the world?

There are countless ancient secret realms in the world, and they have various techniques that are no less than the world of cultivation.

Why should you be looked down upon by you?

First there was the Tianle Ancient Sect, then the Yuding Sect, and now these bastards from the Wanjian Ancient Sect emerged!

"You are presumptuous!"

The young monk who looked like a monk who injured Duan Pingfeng was furious and sat there, watching Song Yueli shouting.

Song Yue looked at the Duan family guards whose corpses were already stiff, and he was furious.

He broke into a private house and was blocked by an obstacle to kill someone. He was not blushed and his heart was not beating. He dared to sit here and wait for someone to explain it?

Give you a paralysis!

Song Yue looked at several powerful sword cultivators on the opposite side.

"Who are you old?"

"Don't talk about you ancient sect disciples, even if your tutor comes to this world, you are just a super-large baby. So what if?"

"Who gave you the courage to run to this world to do whatever you want?"

Duan Yeyu held her father with tears in her eyes.

Qian Qianxue took out a bottle of pills from her body, poured out one, and said to Duan Pingfeng: "Uncle, please control your injuries first."
To be continued...