"This girl is said to be the granddaughter of the head of the Feixian Sect. If this guy dares to kill her, he simply doesn't want to live anymore."
"Does Xuefeihua want to openly challenge the Feixian Sect? He is just a casual cultivator, so what can he do to fight against the Feixian Sect?"
Qing'er's expression immediately changed, and she said with shame and anger: "Thieves, do you know that I am my grandfather and the head of the Feixian Sect? If you dare to do this to me, my grandfather will not forgive you."
Zhuge Buliang was silent, carrying Qing'er to the edge of the death zone, and was about to throw the lust into it. Qing'er was really frightened at this moment. In her impression, Xuefeihua was a shameless thief.
, as timid as a mouse, and a complete loser, but the person in front of her was ruthless, and treated a young girl like her so decisively, Qing'er couldn't help but twitch in her heart, and the threat of death made her burst into tears.
Blurred.
"Wait a minute, stop!"
Just when Zhuge Buliang was about to throw Qing'er into the death zone, a loud shout sounded from behind, and a man in green rushed over with a shining fairy sword under his feet.
"It's Guanghan from Feixianmen!" someone exclaimed.
Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank. This man named Guang Han was the cultivator in the Xuezhao period who hunted down Xuefeihua with Qing'er a few days ago.
"Senior brother, please save me~~~" Qing'er cried, her eyes filled with tears.
"It turns out it's you whore, you're really lucky. I didn't kill you last time, but today I've made your soul disperse!!" After saying that, Guang Han shook his hand, and brought Ling's edge with a long sword, pointing towards
Zhuge Buliang stabbed him, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Zhuge Buliang.
Zhuge Buliang put his fingers together, white light suddenly appeared on his fingers, and clamped the tip of Guang Han's sword. He heard a crisp "clang" sound, and the sword tip broke. Zhuge Buliang flicked his hand, and the broken sword
The tip flew toward Guanghan like a flying knife.
Guang Han's expression changed. He never expected that "Xue Feihua" had made such rapid progress in just a few days and actually broke his own weapon with one hand. The tip of the sword turned into a sharp edge and passed by Guang Han.
But at this moment, Guang Han suddenly felt that the surrounding space seemed to be still, bound by an invisible force.
Zhuge Buliang slapped a palm, then flew up, his fist flashed with hot white light, and punched Guang Han in the chest.
"puff!"
Guang Han spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face turned extremely pale, and his body flew out sideways.
Zhuge Buliang jumped up into the air with Qing'er in one hand and came to the top of Guang Han. He dropped his feet and brought down Guang Han who was in mid-air.
Guang Han fell awkwardly from the air, but before he could stand up, Zhuge Buliang had already appeared behind him, and quickly slapped his body with his hands, sealing Guang Han's body.
"Hiss~~~"
There were gasps of air from all around. Everyone knew that Guang Han from the Feixian Sect was a cultivator at the Xuanzhao stage, but he was subdued by a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage with one hand. People couldn't believe the fact before them.
"You..." Guang Han's face turned livid, and he felt unspeakable humiliation in his heart, and shouted: "You are not Xuefeihua, who are you?"
Anyone can see at this moment that the person wearing a ghost mask in front of them is definitely not a young person like Xuefeihua.
Zhuge Buliang didn't bother to explain to them, so he directly picked up Guang Han and Qing'er and walked towards the death zone. But at this moment, a dangerous aura loomed in the air. Zhuge Buliang was startled and quickly backed away. A golden streak
The sword light descended from the sky and struck the spot where Zhuge Buliang was standing. The ice on the ground immediately opened a gap.
"This fellow Taoist, it was just a misunderstanding before. Can you let go of my two fellow disciples?" A middle-aged man fell from the air with a calm appearance, wearing a dark robe, and there seemed to be something on the robe.
Coiled by a giant python with golden scales, this robe is clearly something other than an ordinary thing.
"Who are you?" Zhuge Buliang took Qing'er and Guang Han aside.
"My name is Fan Hao, the chief disciple of Feixian Sect." The middle-aged man said in an indifferent voice.