Seeing this, Ying Zhi had nothing to say. He held the sword in his hand, raised it stiffly, and shook out nineteen sword energy, which shook the eighteen swordless swords back. Another sword energy stabbed a shallow mark on the little demon's face, shaking out a big hole in the newly repaired side room.

Ying Zhi said: "Demon, I advise you to take good care of that little girl first. Wait until you two demons are free to find something unhappy. Are you going to stand up? You are too weak."

weak?

"You're finished!" Feng Zhaojian shouted in a deep voice, and then his hands were paired with sword fingers, recalling eighteen flying swords and chest, with two shoulder-headed king swords as heads, as if imitating the Wanjian Returning Sect of the Rijian Zun Tianyu.

At this moment, the sword intent left by Jian Zun Tianyu in his body suddenly buzzed and trembled, causing a stream of Qingfeng sword intent to flow into the eight extraordinary meridians.

Suddenly, Feng Zhaojian felt that there was a qi in his body that was about to rush out, so he gathered it on the sword dragon. In an instant, a powerful sword intent suddenly appeared, stirring up several strong winds, lifting up the demon's young hair, and robe swelling.

Feng Zhaojian also felt a feeling in his heart, the feeling of this sword.

Feeling this extraordinary sword intent, Ying Zhi frowned, the eight extraordinary meridians that had been connected to the circulation of fairy energy in his body, and the magnificent waves radiated from the sword in his hand. This sword was just to block the opponent's powerful sword intent, and the invisible sword.

Qing Ling'er frowned and felt something was wrong. She hurriedly advised: "Don't fight you two, you have ruined the house of your seniors, and it will be repaired again at that time."

"Blow him, Brother Jian, beat him to cry!" The little girl Yaoyao bulged her cheeks and suffered a lot of grievances. Someone vented for herself, but she could only wave the flag and shout, as if she watched Brother Jian vent for herself, and her butt would not hurt.

Feng Zhaojian felt that his sword intent was very strong at this time, and he didn't want to miss this feeling. He shouted "Okay" and responded with cheerfulness. Then he narrowed his eyes, shook his sword fingers out, and shouted in a low voice:

"Look at the trick, Xiao Wanjian returns to the sect!"

Feeling the majestic sword intent coming to his face, Ying Zhi fell down a sword and rushed away like a big wave. Although his clothes were cut by the opponent's sword intent, fortunately, his body fell down the sword intent at this time, blocking the attack.

On the other side, Jian Zun Jingyu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the courtyard. He was stunned for a moment and could not speak with the sword genius.

Yachen said: "You have found a successor who will not let the swordless sword disappear. I am a little envious of you."

Tian Yu said lightly, "You will also justify your name, I firmly believe it."

Yachen sneered, "I hope this is the case."

"Is it difficult?" Tian Yu asked with a frown.

Yachen said: "I'm ready."

Before he finished speaking, Tianyu's gaze suddenly shifted from the courtyard to the Xuanyuan Sword not far away.

At this time, the Xuanyuan Sword was buzzing and trembling. His own golden sword intent suddenly appeared around the sword body. This sword intent was spreading wide. Wherever he passed, he was stained with the sword intent of the sword. Look at this posture, he wanted to cover the sky and the earth.

"It's a good thing to match the sword with Allah." Yachen sighed, "You have indeed found a sword genius. I think you will have no regrets in this life."

Jian Zun Tianyu recovered from his senses and looked at Yachen's back who was healing Bai Snake. The dead fish's eyes slowly closed and murmured, "You will have no regrets, I firmly believe it."

The two of them said nothing more.

On the other hand, Feng Zhaojian, who followed the sword intent in his body, led to this feeling, and attacked the small ten thousand swords with one move. He was very excited, but he was completely submerged with the opponent's sword intent that was washed away by the waves.

Not long after, the sword dragon condensed in his eyes was washed away by the waves. Before he could even be frightened, the next moment, he was knocked out by the sword intent. Dozens of sword injuries fell from the long gown on his chest, and his body hit the wall, making him feel uncomfortable for a moment of chest tightness.

Ying Zhi, who was dragging his body at this time, gasped for a few breaths, and the sword condensed by the fairy energy in his hand was also broken into spiritual dust at this time. Ying Zhi, who had not yet adapted to his body, almost fell to the ground.

The little girl Yaoyao in Qing Ling'er's arms stopped crying, staring blankly at Brother Jian who was covering her chest and slowly standing up, and asked with a distressed feeling: "Brother Jian, are you... okay?"

"Yaoyao, I'm fine." Feng Zhaojian pretended to be fat. In order not to let the little girl look down on him, he endured the chest tightness and pain and asked coldly: "Human, you know how powerful I am now! Say, do you dare to bully our Yaoyao!"

Ying Zhi took a deep breath for a moment, ignored him, but looked at the little girl, "When did I bully you?"

Yaoyao lowered her head, dared not look at him, and said weakly: "You, glar at me..."

"Is this a bully?" Ying Zhi frowned and puzzled.

"Why don't you forget it!" Feng Zhaojian snorted coldly and forced him to say, "Apologize quickly! If you don't apologize, I will never finish today's affairs!"

Ying Zhi chuckled lightly, "Just just glaring at me, it's said it was bullying? Well, I'll bully you!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly appeared in his eyes. His long hair rushed to the crown, flying towards the sky, and his arms were all filled with spiritual dust at this moment, and the fairy energy suddenly suppressed the four fields.

This is the fairy bone, the arms.

"What I said...is all the truth...is not concealed." Anle's voice was trembling, "If you insist on defining me with hiding, I can't do anything, right?"

Hawkeye looked at him silently, "That means, you did find a way to deal with this interrogation, right?"

This man is also very keen, and it is unquestionable.

The truth was revealed without thinking, and Anle was a little overwhelmed. It was not because he was afraid of saying what he had to say with his sister, but because he was afraid of saying something that only the "mind person" would say. But soon he noticed the "seconds" that Hawkeye was talking about.

He was calculating the time and how long it took to calculate it before he could react from that "obedient" state.

Thinking of the spider's words, "At least it will hurt very much," Anle made a bold guess after the needle plate penetrated her abdomen.

When the other party cannot judge whether what you said is "true", they can only force you to ask "true". They use a "magical means" to force you to reveal the truth, and the starting point of this means should be the short period of "consciousness transfer" after the pain.

After "25 seconds", Anle estimated the time he spoke twice, which was almost between 20 and 30 seconds, which means that the man was indeed calculating the time.

Therefore, he made a bold attempt to keep his attention and consciousness from being diverted by pain, and kept his vigilance towards Hawkeye at all times. In his last answer, he got the answer to this interrogation.
Chapter completed!