With a long roar, he roared in anger: "It's true that I am an inner disciple, but my brother is a direct disciple of Wanting Immortal Realm."
"In terms of talent alone, I am no worse than Zhang Hao, or any of my direct disciples here."
"He is the thirty-first Bronze Ghost in the middle-grade Dharma Appearance Ranking, and I, I am the Red Charm ranked twenty-seventh in the middle-grade Dharma Appearance Ranking."
"I can also use the high-grade immortal arts that you know, and I can also have the blessings that you have."
"The reason why I..."
Just when he was about to explain why he failed to become the disciple of Emperor Wan Ting, the next moment, a thin demonic energy condensed behind him and suddenly turned into a long sword and penetrated his body.
"Forehead......"
With his eyes widened, Lou Zhixue slowly lowered his head in disbelief.
That nearly substantial sword energy bloomed in his chest, collapsing inch by inch, burning his body.
"You, you attacked me sneakily."
His words came out like pearls, and he spoke with difficulty.
Tens of meters away, Suning, who unexpectedly performed the Thirteen Steps of Demonic Cloud, responded with a bright smile and said happily: "The battle between us started from the moment you announced your home and declared war on me. This is the rule, you
Should know."
"Now that we know it, how can we talk about a sneak attack?"
"Besides, I am a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator who will do anything."
"You're right, the demon cultivator is despicable and shameless, and doesn't care about the so-called uprightness at all."
"There's no reason for me to let God give me this opportunity, don't you think?"
The corners of his mouth raised, and Suning's smile became even stronger.
Lou Zhixue's face was distorted, as ferocious as a wild beast.
If looks could kill, I believe Suning would have been cut to pieces by him.
However, it was too late at this moment, and he never had the chance to make a move.
The pain, the heart-wrenching pain, made him feel worse than death, and he could only open his mouth wide and gasp for air.
Feeling the flow of vitality in the body bit by bit, the sharp sword energy passed from the chest to the bones, to the flesh and blood, and even to the spirit and soul, not a single one was spared.
"Ah."
Before he died, he laughed at himself.
Then he fell into the Xuanyin Sea like Zhang Hao, and his corpse sank, disappearing in an instant.
"Next."
Lazily, Suning retreated to where he was, yawning and sarcastically said: "It is better to seek help from others than from yourself. Some people are used to being greedy for life and fearing death. How can you find the courage to fight with me?"
"If you beg him, will they dare to come?"
"Who is that? You Han is white. You have a higher level of cultivation than me and have been practicing for longer than me. Ask yourself, do you have the guts to stand in front of me?"
"Ji Yuanhua, Fei Zaotong, Ni Shangwu, Yao Junhang..."
"Hey, before I came here, I counted the seven of you dancing the most. Your unparalleled popularity, tsk tsk tsk, makes me, as a demon disciple in the demon world, feel ashamed."
"Hey, are you a bunch of cowards?"
The situation was going according to plan, and Suning naturally had to take the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.
On the other side, he did not forget to secretly use his secret voice to ask Tuque: "Is that Nanxian King from Dongli Immortal Realm one of ours?"
The latter simply replied: "No."
Suning said depressedly: "Isn't one of our people helping me like this? There is something wrong with the brain."
Tuque ignored it and chatted with Gu Xiu all the time.
Obviously, as long as the older generation doesn't interfere, she doesn't mind if Suning continues to mess around.