"kindness."
Pei Lun nodded, his tone neither sad nor happy: "Jian Shou is dead. His bet with me has been lost."
"Young Palace Master!"
The elder looked around and said, "From my perspective, this is our opportunity!"
"Do you want to say...?"
Pei Lun suddenly turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Gu Jianshou is dead, and that little girl has not yet grown up. Now in the Xuantian Territory, the Xuantian Sword Sect has no leader. In terms of cultivation, I am the best, and in terms of killing power, I am the most powerful."
Qiang, after these people leave, will it be a good opportunity for me to seize power and strive for the top?"
"Young palace master is wise!"
The elder was overjoyed and said hurriedly: "But in my opinion, we should not act rashly at this time. We should hibernate in secret and wait for some time!"
"That makes sense!"
Pei Lun patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are such a smart guy!"
"Thank you, Young Palace Master, for the compliment..."
The words are not finished yet.
There was a flash of sword light in front of his eyes, a chill on his neck, his vision was spinning, and his head was already in Pei Lun's hand.
"It's not enough to die by yourself."
"You want to drag me with you?"
puff!
With five fingers, the head will explode!
Beside, the headless corpse slowly fell to the ground, revealing Perun's slightly lopsided smiling face.
"In this case."
He looked at the remaining people with a smile: "I don't want to hear it again in the future, do you understand?"
Several people were as silent as cicadas.
Nodding subconsciously.
Pei Lun was too lazy to pay attention to them. He gently raised his hands and looked at the gate of Xuantian Sword Sect, his tone was quiet, melancholy and lonely.
"The road to swordsmanship is vast and bumpy."
"Wouldn't it be lonely without the sword head to travel with?"
Chapter completed!