825: C825 The God of Swords made his move

C825 The God of Swords made his move

No one would have thought that Chen Mo would be so daring.

Hua Wuque looked at Chen Mo, and said with a cold smile. "In the last round, there was a small accident that happened to our Flowering Sect, which is well-known to all.

"Since it doesn't count, everyone scored 200 points. There is no such thing as' who wins' or 'who loses'!"

Hua Wuque would continue to show off her shamelessness.

The Flowering Sect was a power with a terrible reputation.

The Sect Master s of the Flowering Sect had once kidnapped someone, and there were even more than one or two of them.

Most of the disciples in the sect were people with ill intentions.

Hua Wuque didn't mind adding on more bad reputations.

Chen Mo laughed and said: Hehe, Flower Master, don't say it like that. A loss is a loss, if you don't agree, then let's compete again!

Hua Wuque frowned and pointed angrily at Chen Mo: "Brat, are you courting death? If you continue to talk back, if you do not respect our sect, our sect will immediately kill you! "" No, no.

Chen Mo still carried a smile on his face as he said, "Flower Master, everyone is looking at you. As a senior, aren't you being unreasonable?"

Hua Wuque said coldly: "For the sake of our sect seeing you as a junior, I won't bother with you anymore, let's go!"

Hua Wuque roared and allowed the three Pengpeng s to board the flying swords.

At this time, Hua Wuque released the aura of her full level, intimidating everyone present.

Who dares to speak?

There was really someone who dared to speak!

The Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming stood up slowly and said, "Old dog Hua, a loss is a loss. If you lose your Flowering Sect's face, I don't care.

"Leg less Peter Pan, evil jade seed, these are both not Flowering Sect's. You used them as on behalf of s.

"Old dog Hua, now, keep your promise. If you want to leave, first ask this daddy if I'll agree to it with the sword in my hand!"

These words were overbearing.

Although the Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming spoke calmly, but the domineering tone was enough to shock everyone.

He called Hua Wuque an old dog instead of an old man. This was not something an ordinary person would dare to say.

Hua Wuque's face darkened, she pointed to Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming and said: "Zhuang Zhuangming, do you want to die too?"

Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming sneered, and said: "Old dog Hua, this old man is alone, not afraid of you old dog!"

"If you want to leave, I really can't keep you here!"

"But if you, Old Hua, leave today, I will kill every one of you Flowering Sect bastards!"

"I believe that one day, I will kill all the bastards of your Flowering Sect!"

Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming s were also only at the ninety-first War God.

But even if Hua Wuque had full level s, even if Flowering Sect had quite a bit of War God, he still did not fear him in the slightest.

"Old thing, do you really take yourself seriously?"

"Alright, today our sect will witness how qualified you are to be called the white robe Sword God!"

Hua Wuque was enraged, she roared a few words, and with a wave of her hand, the floating snow-white sword returned to her hands, flying upwards towards Zhuang Zhuangming.

Zhuang Zhuangming's feet touched the ground as he jumped up.

He was trying to pull the battle between the two into the air so that he wouldn't accidentally injure the cultivators below.

A great battle was about to begin.

Zhuang Zhuangming was worthy of being called the white robe Sword God, an outstanding Swordsmanship.

At the same time, Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming also shouted, "Black Sword Villa, listen carefully.

"In the future, if anything happens to Black Sword Villa, I will slaughter it all!"

Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming took his sword and flew up, roaring: "Stop them, if you do not keep your promise today, no one will dare to stop you, my Black Sword Villa will fight with you!"

Following which, the Black Sword Villa led all the cultivators of the Black Sword Villa and surrounded the three people of the Pengpeng!

"Irrelevant people, scram!"

Chen Mo roared.

Ma Xiaojiu looked at Chen Mo, and then flew to the side.

Leg less Peter Pan Wu Yifan was not an idiot and quickly dodged to the side.

Chen Mo brought Mo Bingyan and the rest of the young generation of the Black Sword Villa and approached the Pengpeng.

"Master, save me!"

Pengpeng was extremely helpless as he cried towards the sky.

He didn't even dare to take out his own Magical Items.

Not to mention Chen Mo, even the aura of a level 50 wuxiaojie would have scared him.

As well as Black Sword Villa and the rest, if a fight really broke out, he would be turned into ashes in an instant.

Hua Wuque was too busy trying to dissolve the Swordsmanship of the Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming to bother about it.

Only then did he realize that the Bai Yi Jian Zhuang Zhuang Zhuang Ming was truly worthy of its reputation.

That Swordsmanship was too terrifying, even if it was his full level, he had to be careful in dealing with it.

He might get hurt if he wasn't careful.

"Master, Master ?"

Pengpeng trembled and continued to cry.

"What the f * * k!"

Chen Mo roared out. Seeing that Pengpeng was so cowardly, he immediately flew over and slapped Pengpeng on the face, sending him flying.

Pengpeng did not dare to resist at all, and only condensed his Elemental Energy to protect his body.

He also knew that Chen Mo's speed was terrifying and his movements were terrifying, how could he avoid them?

Chen Mo grabbed Pengpeng's Hair and started to whip him, violently hitting Pengpeng.2

Pengpeng was quickly beaten into a pig-headed dead dog, completely unrecognizable.

Seeing that the Pengpeng was no longer alive, Chen Mo grabbed the Pengpeng's Hair and tore off his clothes.

When Pengpeng's body appeared, Chen Mo was shocked.

Too small.

"Heavens, Pengpeng's height is not even 1.5 meters and he's short and short, but he's still so small?"

Countless cultivators were shocked as well.

Chen Mo still raised his leg and kicked Pengpeng.

Bang

A loud sound rang out. Even though it was only a small explosion, it was still completely destroyed.

Pengpeng screamed and flew out, landing on the ground on all fours, as if he was forming a big word.

He did not faint, blood continuously flowing out of his mouth, the Tears in his eyes gushed out like a stream.

His reputation was all gone.

If he were to be crippled in public, how could he face others in the future?

His heart had already died.

Ma Xiaojiu looked at the pitiful Pengpeng and covered him up with Clothes.

At the same time, she sent a sound transmission to the Pengpeng, "Junior Brother, don't be discouraged. The heavens have sealed a door for you, they will definitely open a window for you!"

"I have a senior brother. His name is Zhou Junjie. He's the son of the Divine Sword, one of the four sons of the Nine Regions, Zhou Junjie!"

"His condition is the same as yours, but his strength is unfathomable!"

"After we return, I will bring you to my senior brother, and ask him to take you in as his disciple. I will pass on some Cultivation Method to you, you can definitely rise again!"

Ma Xiaojiu had known Zhou Junjie for a long time, but she didn't really interact with him.

In the Great World, she and Zhou Junjie were both from the same sect, and there was a true relationship between brother and sister.

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