One Thought Feixian

Chapter 99 Arrogant and Domineering
Gu Huan could tell in an instant that these people were divided into two groups. The one in white was Nianxiu, and the one in blue was Wuxiu. They were uniformly dressed and had the same aura. They were probably disciples of the sect.

"Hmph! We've been watching this blood-sucking horse thief for a whole day. We were about to take action immediately to wipe it out, but you were the first to snatch Shekongcao under the nose of our Fujianmen? I didn't kill him directly. , it is considered extra merciful, and I am merciful."

The disciple of Fujianmen carefully covered the jade box, then flicked the blood on the flying sword, and said with a high toe, "My name is Zhong Ji, you guys are pretty good, I can give you If you have a chance, immediately explain your identities and origins clearly, and then follow us to Fu Jianmen, and you will definitely be able to run wild on this northwest ground."

Arrogant!

domineering!

This Zhong Ji was really too conceited, he didn't pay attention to Gu Heng and the others at all, not only broke Meng Chang's tendons, snatched the Shekongcao openly, but also turned black and white, distorted the facts, trying to subdue the four of them indivual.

His tone was too loud, not to mention him, even Yin Jianxiu dared not say that he could run wild on the ground in the northwest.

He took a fancy to the strength of Gu Heng and the others, and wanted to subdue them, and then serve as a spearman for Fujianmen. As long as he killed those blood-sucking horse thieves, then he could sit back and enjoy the benefits.

It's okay for Master Nian to fight alone, but if he wants to deal with a large number of blood-sucking horse thieves, he is simply seeking his own death, so they teamed up with the people from Jue Dao Sect.

Those people in blue clothes are masters of Jue Dao Sect.

"Fu Jianmen?"

When Gu Huan heard this, his heart moved. He had also heard of the name of Fujianmen. It was a powerful Nianxiu sect among the sects in the world. Even when Da Liguo was around, he didn't dare to provoke it casually.

If these are disciples of Fujianmen, then the four of them are no match at all.

The faces of the four of them became very ugly, especially when they heard Zhong Ji's arrogant and boundless words, they were so angry that they were about to explode.

But the other party has a lot of people, and if they do something, it will only cause serious trouble, so they can only bear it.

Seeing the silence of the four, the disciples at Fujianmen became even more proud, puffed up their chests in an instant, condescending and arrogant.

At this moment, a young man in Jue Dao Sect suddenly saw the silver spear in Gu Huan's hand, and his eyes lit up: "A spear made of white gold iron? Why is there such a treasure, bring it to me!"

"What? Platinum iron?"

"Buried in the bottom of the abyss?"

"This platinum luan iron is the fetish that Nianxiu dreamed of. The flying sword that is forged is strong and flexible, and can fly across the streamer. It can be cultivated and become a legendary spiritual weapon!"

"It's too violent to cast Baijinluan iron into a long spear."

Everyone turned their gazes to the silver spear in Gu Huan's hand in unison, shocked again and again, especially the disciples of Fujianmen, whose eyes showed greed and blaze.

One of the young men immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Boy, quickly dedicate the spear in your hand."

"This kind of thing is not something that you, a small martial arts master, can possess. Everyone is innocent and guilty. Only when it falls into the hands of our Fujianmen, can it be regarded as a fetish. You don't have the qualifications and virtues."

"That's right. In your hands, this white gold luan iron is like a pearl covered in dust. It cannot realize its value. Only in our hands can it be used to its fullest potential."

"Boy, what are you waiting for? Get down on your knees immediately, completely submit to our Fujianmen, and present the white gold iron, or you will only die."

All the disciples of Fujianmen took a step forward together, and their tyrannical thoughts intertwined into one piece, pressing towards Gu Huan fiercely.

Gu Huan was shaken all over, as if gunpowder exploded in his head, his headache was about to split, and a mouthful of blood spurted out immediately, his face was pale.

The soul was hit hard.

If there is only one person, he can still deal with it with his strength, but now, the opponent has a large number of people, seven or eight mind masters, plus more than ten martial arts masters, this is a huge force, so that no one can resist courage.

In just one meeting, he suffered a severe blow.

However, this silver gun is the family heirloom of their Gu family, a relic left by his father, it is more important than his life, it cannot be lost, and he cannot hand it over no matter what.

"Fight them!"

Ding Yunjie roared, furious: "It's really deceiving people too much. We have left the country, and even the Central Dynasty dared to fight. We have never been afraid of anyone. These people have forced us to this point. It is already a situation of endless death. Kill us!" , Even if you die, you cannot lose your dignity!"

"Are you people from the Dali Kingdom?" Zhong Ji was startled, and then sneered: "The Dali Kingdom has been wiped out, basically there are no masters left, and they are all trash, you people Do you still dare to call yourself Da Liguo? You are just a bereaved dog, since you want to die, then I will help you."

While speaking, he pointed his fingers in the air, and the flying sword immediately flew out, flashing in the air, and killed Ding Yunjie in an instant, the sharp aura almost pierced the man's throat.

This Zhongji, a middle-grade Nianshi, has a mind power like a vast ocean, flying swords to kill people, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable.

But Ding Yunjie was only at the level of a martial arts master's first step, he had opened up fifteen meridians, and he was no match for a middle-grade Nian master.

"Be careful!" Gu Huan, Meng Chang, and Liang Huaji all yelled and rushed over to rescue Ding Yunjie from the flying sword.

However, the flying sword's speed was too fast. With their speed and strength, it was too late to save them, and they had no ability to stop them.

In the next instant, that flying sword was about to pierce Ding Yunjie's throat and kill him on the spot.

However, something unexpected happened.

The flying sword unexpectedly came to a distance of three inches from Ding Yunjie's throat, and stopped abruptly, stopping abruptly.

It stopped without any warning, as if someone had cast a immobilization spell on it!
"Huh? What's going on? Kill me!"

The sneer on Zhong Ji's face suddenly froze, replaced by shock, and then he let out a roar, and a huge amount of thought power poured towards the flying sword like a stormy sea, intending to continue urging the flying sword to kill Ding Yunjie.

This is his flying sword, with his soul brand on it, he has absolute control power, he does not believe that someone can still deprive him of his control power silently.

However, things backfired, he was doomed to despair, things were not as simple as he imagined, no matter how he urged Feijian, that Feijian remained indifferent and would not listen to his orders.

(End of this chapter)