The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 399
——Even if you can't use it yourself, you never want to fall into the hands of others.

But when Qin Shengwei really saw the Tianhua Chixiao Sword, he felt the oppressive feeling deeply.

Tianhua Chixiao.

He must take this sword away!

Xiao Ruanruan looked at Si Jijing who was coming, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

Not bad.

Having this coercion means that he and Tianhua Scarlet Firmament Sword have finished working together and are able to master this legendary sword of the emperor.

It's true that Si Jijing has gone abroad.

We did talk about the project.

But the most important reason for him to go abroad is to find a place where no one interferes with Tianhua Chixiaojian. With her various cultivation meson stones, let alone go to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, even go to the North Pole, so there is no need to worry about the lack of spiritual energy. The problem.

It's just that at the mid-stage of Qi refining, Tianhua Scarlet Firmament Sword can produce such a terrifying murderous aura. When his cultivation base improves, what a terrifying strength it will be, and she feels excited when she thinks about it.

Si Jijing, he is not the eldest son of Tiandao.

No, no, not just the eldest son, he is the reincarnation of the emperor, which basically represents the way of heaven!

Xiao Ruanruan raised his eyes, met his boss Ji Jing's deep gaze, and the smile on his lips burst into a murderous intent.

Looking up at the shrouded silver net, she gave a long laugh: "How dare a mere celestial spirit spider web claim to be able to break everything? You are not afraid of being laughed at if you speak big!"

A cold white flame lit up from the palm, igniting the silver screen.

The flames spread along the silver wire mesh in all directions in an instant, forming a floating flame above her head!

Qin Shengwei raised his wrist, and several snake shadows shot out again, sweeping towards her.

What responded to him was the sound of Si Jijing drawing his sword sonorously.

The dragon pattern on the sword body was winding, as if it came alive, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, sending out a dragon chant that resounded through the world, and rushed straight to Qin Shengwei.

Looking at all this, Qin Shengwei felt a little upset.

As the number one family in the cultivation world, the Qin family couldn't touch the Tianhua Chixiao sword. How could a little mortal monk He De who came out of nowhere become the sword master of Tianhua Chixiao?
For this raid on Xiao Ruanruan, the Qin family united with several clans that often cooperate with each other, and the hunting plan was closely linked.

Even if there is one more Chixiao Sword Master, he is not afraid.

Qin Shengwei raised his hand.

The monks who were hiding in the darkness and were ready to attack Xiao Ruanruan all rushed out, generally rushing towards Si Jijing, and the other half rushed towards Gu Lang and the others who were watching the play.

Xiao Ruanruan alone is difficult enough to deal with.

Another Si Jijing would only make it more difficult.

The best way is to kidnap those people before Si Jijing.

Only in this way can Si Jijing's lifeline be grasped.

Gu Lang and the others didn't expect disaster to come from the sky suddenly, so they hurriedly focused on the challenge.

Xu Qingyan led Li Lan back, and Gu Lang and Song Xiaoji threw the one-time spirit treasures and talismans in their hands at the rushing monks.

Rumble!
The loud noise and light kicked off the prelude to the fight.

Gu Lang and the two cooperated tacitly, but there were too few items in the collection, and they only lasted for less than a minute before the defense line was torn apart.

Gu Lang turned his head to look at the hired monks, wanting to call for a one-hundred-fold increase in price, but found that they had all retreated some distance away.

Gu Lang was so angry that his liver hurt: "Fuck!"

Seeing that the cultivator rushing to the front had already raised a sword several meters long, Gu Lang could only draw out his decorative sword to meet the enemy.

Before his sword touched the knife, suddenly a cold white flame rushed forward, spread a big net like catching fish, and instantly covered all the rushing monks.

(End of this chapter)