Duan Tian looked around coldly and glanced at the people who surrounded him. He snorted coldly: "Now you know how it feels to be bullied. If my sect had been established, you would have wiped it out by now. You guys."

If this kind of sect remains, it will be a disaster. Do you still think you can continue to live? Xuanling Sect, from the leader to the disciples, you will all die today!"

Duan Tian's voice was like the pronouncement of death, resounding throughout the entire mountain range. "Hmph, you arrogant thief, let me kill you!" A man walked out of the crowd, scolded Duan Tian, ​​and shot out a flying weapon.

The sword, the flying sword was blazing with murderous intent, and quickly turned into a flash of light and rushed towards Duan Tian's face.

Duan Tian snorted coldly and used his supreme drifting movement. Not only did he not hide, but he rushed towards the flying sword even faster. "Hmph, you don't know whether to live or die. This flying sword of mine is a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

The best killing sword is. How can it be so easy to deal with..." the man said disdainfully.

Duan Tian didn't say anything. He watched the flying sword shoot out quickly and raised his fist. With a "bang" sound, Duan Tian's fist and the flying sword collided heavily. A dazzling brilliance burst out. "Haha,

You little thief, you really don’t know how to live or die. You actually dare to use your fists to confront my spiritual weapon. God wants you to die, but you can’t blame others. Haha..."[

The man seemed to have seen the scene where Duan Tian was pierced across the chest by his flying sword, and he couldn't help but laugh wildly. However, before he could laugh for long, he suddenly spit out a few mouthfuls of blood with a loud "Puch" sound.

Then he stared at the faint light dissipating in front of him with extremely frightened eyes. "What? Why is it like this?" The man looked ahead with extremely confused eyes.

Opposite Duan Tian's fist, I saw a dazzling silver flying sword with flickering light, and then a harsh sound of "click, click, click" quickly came from the flying sword. As the sound spread, cracks appeared on the sword body.

The spider web spread out. "Crash!" The silver flying sword quickly shattered and fell from the air.

The man kept vomiting blood, but he was still mumbling: "It's impossible, how is it possible?" "There is nothing impossible. I'll send you on your way now!" A cold voice suddenly rang in his head.
Chapter completed!