She moved her trembling fingers away from Qiu Bangyan's face, then made a fist and punched Suning.
"Sister Ji, no."
Huang Cong, who wanted to protect himself wisely, hurriedly stopped him and was forced to stand in front of Suning, and forcefully received the blow from Jiyu True Immortal 7th Grade.
“Ding-deng-deng.”
After the blow, Huang Cong's steps were sloppy and he retreated more than 20 steps in succession.
"Gulu."
With his Adam's apple rolling, he struggled to swallow the smell of blood in his throat and breathed shortly: "Well, it's better to find out."
Jiyu's tears were still wet, and he said in a biting and cold voice: "My brother is dead."
"He is dead and will never come back."
"And the bastard who attacked him is still standing in front of me."
"Huang Cong, don't talk to me about impartial law enforcement. I just want to avenge Xiao Yan."
"We are both seventh-level true immortals. If you can stop me once, are you sure you can stop me a second time?"
Standing up slowly, she said with her palms facing forward, "I am a direct disciple. I have received the master's true teachings and learned the supreme magic of "Shuiyun Heart Sutra"."
"As for you, you just relied on your ability to sneak into the law enforcement hall and became the captain of the fourth team."
"In terms of identity and status, my direct disciples have the right to kill first and report later, ignoring all inner disciples, including your law enforcement disciples."
"So, don't force me."
"Crash."
There was heavy rain, lightning and thunder.
The bright sky suddenly turned dark, and the strong wind swept across, roaring like the roar of wild animals.
Ji Yu is walking in the rain, one person is walking alone, and one shadow is like a thousand people.
"Senior Sister Ji."
Knowing that he could no longer resist, Huang Cong roared at the top of his lungs: "He is not an outer disciple and does not belong to our Shuiyun Immortal Realm."
"If you think about it clearly, his origins may be something that you and I cannot touch at all."
"We have no right to deal with him."
Jiyu said calmly: "I know."
Huang Cong roared: "If you know this, why do you still insist on holding me back?"
Jiyu said calmly: "His life is life, but my Xiaoyan's life is not life?"
Huang Cong was speechless as he couldn't speak, his lips murmured, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
"Click."
The phantoms shattered and overlapped each other.
A drop of rain jumped over Huang Cong and quietly appeared above Suning's head.
"You, damn it."
The sound of Ji Yu suddenly sounded, and at the same time, her frosty face appeared in the drops of rain.
The next moment, Bai Jade pointed out, speaking lightly.
Suning saw it and felt it.
But it was too late for him to escape.
The magical technique that Ji Yu performs is the "Shuiyun Heart Sutra" created by Qiao Wantang, which is undoubtedly a top-grade magical technique.
And her own cultivation level is at the seventh level of True Immortal, surpassing Suning by five realms.
If the fifth level of True Immortal is a threshold for a practitioner to gain mental enlightenment, Suning still has a chance to counterattack by relying on his void transformation technique and his unusually strong mind.
Then the suppression of the seventh-level True Immortal was like a mountain of treacherous rocks pressing down on him, so that the right leg he wanted to lift could never take a step forward.
"Sure enough, truth is all made with fists."
"There is no essential difference between China and the fairy world."
The little finger tapped the Qiankun bag, and a bright light suddenly appeared.
A small copper furnace flew out strangely, covering Suning inside.