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Chapter 993

Chapter 993

As fast as lightning, the sound is astonishing.

Wang Changhou warned in a trembling voice: "Be careful."

Mumu only cares about eating vegetables and does not dodge or dodge.

When the figure came, the bamboo chopsticks he raised fell out of his hands at some point.

Just listen to the sound of sharp arrows piercing the sky, whistling and piercing.

"Bang."

He Mu fell down in response, and his chest was pierced by the bamboo chopsticks.

Scarlet blood sprayed into the air, covering half a meter.

"Giggle."

His eyes widened and he made a strange noise in his throat.

Tang Jian said without changing his expression: "It turns out that we are from the same camp. No wonder you have such confidence."

While talking, the Jianmen disciples carried He Mu back and promptly fed him elixirs to heal his injuries.

Guo Rui's eyes were blazing and he said: "Come together and kill without mercy."

This time, Tang Jian had no objection.

He stood next to Diao Ziwei and watched coldly, frowning in thought.

It seems that he wants to discover Mu Mu's true identity from the next battle and guess which Chinese force he comes from.

Unfortunately, things backfired, and the scene Tang Jian expected never happened.

In just ten seconds, ten Jianmen disciples lay on the ground "in order".

There was endless wailing and screaming.

"you......"

Tang Jian's eyebrows twitched, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness and calmness.

Guo Rui's eyes were dull and he said: "How is it possible? How could it be like this?"

Only Diao Ziwei subconsciously retreated, a piece of bright yellow talisman was held in his palm, and he was extremely nervous.

Mu Mu sarcastically said: "I'm very disappointed because you are too weak."

"I don't have the strength to settle accounts after the fall, but I just want to make a fool of myself and pretend to be fat."

"A direct disciple of Jianmen, hehe, what a big stunt."

While he was talking, he walked straight towards Guo Rui and said: "You are young, riddled with anger, and extremely murderous. If nothing happens, you will reach the ninth level of martial arts at most in your life."

"In terms of state of mind, you will never be able to overcome your inner demons."

Tang Jian moved forward, stood in front of Guo Rui and said, "Your Excellency, you are hiding your head and tail. Do you dare to report to the police station?"

Mumu smiled and said: "I won't tell you until you win, otherwise you don't deserve to know."

Tang Jian held his breath and concentrated, turning his right palm over.

The sword energy spreads in all directions, spiraling into the sky.

Mumu said with great interest: "There are rumors that the Jianmen's "Sword Classic" ranks second in China's supreme swordsmanship."

"The first one is the Kunlun Demon Sword Technique."

"You are at the eighth level of martial arts, so I will accompany you to fight with fellow practitioners."

"Let's see if the rumors are true or not, and whether the Sword Scripture is as powerful as the legend says."

He separated the empty point and used his index finger as a sword.

As soon as the sword came out, winter thunder rolled, and the spiritual power in the small courtyard seemed to be completely drained.

Tang Jian's scalp was numb and he had difficulty breathing.

Controlling the spiritual power of heaven and earth at will and integrating them into one body, how can this be achieved by the eighth level of martial arts?

It is clearly the tenth level of martial arts derived from the soul.

"Wow......"

Before he even made a move, he was already defeated.

Countless sword energy pierced Tang Jian's body, cutting his flesh and blood without restraint.

The sword energy condensed around him instantly dissipated and disappeared.

The deputy commander of the inner sect knelt on his knees, bleeding from all seven holes.

"It's boring, it's really boring." Mu Mu said with deep disappointment: "The second swordsmanship in China, which has only a false name, is thousands of miles behind the swordsmanship of Kunlun Dang Yao."

"I don't know whether you are too weak to exert the true power of the Sword Sutra, or whether this technique is just like this."


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