Chapter 63 (1/2)

”Feiyun sword technique, you are a disciple of Feiyun sect. Stop it.”

Blood hand Wu Mo exclaimed.

”Stop it, stop it?”

Your childe sneers, sword light does not stop, force Wu Mo to go back again and again.

Pooh!

At last, the sword light of your childe left a long wound on Wu Mo's arm, and the blood flowed straight.

At this time, your young master just took up the sword and stood up and said: ”this time, I will teach you a lesson. Next time, I will die! Remember, I am Xu Feiyun, the core disciple of Feiyun sect. What bloody hand? In my eyes, it's rubbish. ”

”It turns out that he is the core disciple of Feiyun sect. No wonder he has such strength. Wu Mo is really looking for abuse.”

Lu Ming suddenly, and then shook his head, a smile.

In the eastern part of the scorching sun empire, Xuanyuan sword school was naturally the supreme overlord.

But in addition to the Xuanyuan sword school, there are other sects. These sects are naturally different from the Xuanyuan sword sect. I don't know how much, but they are much better than some scattered cultivation or some small families.

Feiyunzong is such a sect.

”You...”

Wu Mo was scolded in public by a young man of about 20 years old. Wu Mo's face was extremely ugly, blue and white. However, he would not dare to let him attack Xu Feiyun.

Suddenly, he looked at Lu Ming and said coldly, ”boy, what did you shake your head just now? Are you laughing at me? How dare you laugh at me, you little bastard? I'll kill you. ”

Whoa!

Then, he clapped at Lu Ming.

Since he lost face on Xu Feiyun, he should find it from Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's eyes are cold, and there is a sneer in the corner of his mouth. He looks at Wu Mo's palm and does not move.

”Die!”

Wu Mo's cold smile swept across the corner of his mouth.

”This kid, you're so scared.”

One of the three ghosts in Yinshan shook his head.

Just then, a sword light burst out. The snow-white sword light cut through the air, faster and colder than Xu Feiyun's sword light just now.

Pooh!

Blood flash, followed by Wu Mo's shrieking.

”Ah, my hand!”

Wu Mo screamed back, one of his hands had disappeared.

His palm, of course, was cut off by Lu Ming with a sword.

What a fast sword, what a cruel means.

The other people in the hall trembled, all looking at Lu Ming solemnly.

It seems that he is only 15 or 16 years old. He can actually cut off the palm of Wu Mo's bloody hand with one sword. What a terrible strength.

”Ah, who are you? Who the hell are you? ”

Wu Mo screamed bitterly.

”Xuanyuan sword sect, Lu Ming, if you want revenge, you can go to Xuanyuan sword sect and find me. Now, get out of here!”

Lu Ming cheered.

”What? Xuanyuan sword school! ”

The others were shocked and then suddenly appeared.

It turns out that he is a disciple of Xuanyuan sword sect. No wonder he has such strength.

Even Xu Feiyun, who had a proud face, was also honest at this time.

”Disciple of Xuanyuan sword sect, ha ha, I'm convinced.”

Wu Mo laughs bitterly.

For him, Xuanyuan sword sect is a big Mac. If he doesn't want to die, he can't revenge Lu Ming in his whole life.

Wu Mo picked up his broken hand and rushed out of the hall in a panic and disappeared.

”Xuanyuan sword school?”

On the top of the hall, the two elders' eyes flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

”Ha ha, it turns out to be a young hero of Xuanyuan sword school. It's disrespectful.”

The gray haired old man first clasped his fist, politely.