Tang Jingyue remained motionless, with a bright yellow talisman suspended in the palm of her right hand.
She said without fear: "This sword, including your thirteenth level of martial arts cultivation, cannot kill me."
"Instead of pretending to test, it's better to just pull out your trump card."
"It's a mule or a horse, take it out and run around."
"There are too many people who want to kill me. Yun Sect, Dao Sect, Xuan Sect, Buddhism, these four branches who have suffered losses at the hands of Kunlun and were forced to withdraw from the battle of destiny, they all want to kill me."
"I want to kill, but I don't have the guts."
"What about you, whose dog is it?"
Tang Jingyue analyzed methodically: "It can't be Ziwei, let alone the group of small and medium-sized forces watching the fire from across the bank."
"I smell a disgusting smell of dead fish and shrimps on you."
"If I guess correctly, it must be the Chen family's little water snake."
The masked man was suspended in mid-air and did not respond.
Tang Jingyue said excitedly: "Do you dare to do it or not?"
The man "bathed" under the shadow of the monstrous sword, and said with an arrogant expression: "So what if you got the answer right, I don't have candy to reward you."
Tang Jingyue raised the token and said to herself: "Du Qingyang was once my only direct disciple, and Chen Xuanjun was an undercover agent in Kunlun Mountain."
"But, he didn't know about what happened between me and Tang Younian."
"Du Qingyang didn't know about it, how did Chen Xuanjun find out?"
"There is also this token. It's strange, isn't it?"
The man held a sword in one hand and made a seal with the other: "Do you think I will tell you?"
"The only thing you can rely on for confidence is the amulet that contains seventeen levels of force and a full blow."
"What a pity, I also have what you have."
"Having lost your amulet, what other methods do you, Tang Jingyue, have?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a small and simple Bagua bronze mirror was thrown in front of him by the masked man.
He bit his index finger and clicked lightly.
"boom."
The mirror was shattered into pieces, and little bits of light scattered in all directions.
Like fireflies in the midsummer evening, flickering and flying farther and farther away.
However, flying far away is an illusion.
As the masked man cast the spell, a finger with concentrated spiritual power fell from the sky above Tang Jingyue's head with a wave that destroyed the world.
"Bah."
The bright yellow talisman burned quickly, and Dao Huo'er's appearance was reflected in the blazing fire.
The little girl's body was blurred and she looked up at the sky.
The young hands slowly opened and then clenched tightly.
"Whoosh."
The figures dispersed and the waves of fire continued.
The moment of contact, they engulfed and entangled each other, consuming them one after another.
The masked man quietly retreated and sneered.
Tang Jingyue was indifferent, took out a white rabbit toffee from her pocket, opened it and threw it into her mouth.
The next moment, she groaned and complained: "I said it was Huang Tengjiu's conspiracy. You have to make me look like you to verify it."
"Boring, boring."
"With this skill, can't you let me be the king for once?"
"Having said that, the old man named Huang is indeed outrageous."
"Kunlun and Xuanmen, the two secret arts are integrated into one."
"How did he do that?"
"The Demon Sword Technique can be explained as Du Qingyang leaking it through Chen Xuanjun's mouth."
"Then he destroyed the sixteen induction formations I arranged outside Tianshou Cemetery. He seemed to have used the secret technique "Private Soldier Technique" passed down orally by the Xuanmen Master."
"Use gas to transform soldiers and kill cattle across mountains."
"Could it be that he also experienced the soul-deprivation that Tesco experienced?"
