Chapter 142 (1/2)

”Stop it!”

When Wen Liqun saw that the other side was going to kill Gao Zheng, his face changed and he drank angrily.

However, before his voice fell, the soaring black flame sword gang had already submerged Gao Zheng, and the turbulent dark dead flame burned his body directly to ashes.

”This guy...”

The people around were shocked. No one thought that Luoxiu would dare to kill the disciples of Zifu palace in front of everyone.

This is not so simple to offend, but a complete opposition, never die!

”You Wen Liqun, Yang Yuan and other disciples of Zifu palace all have their eyes fixed, and the opportunity of killing is overflowing.

”You want to die together?” Luo Xiu's indifferent eyes swept at the remaining four disciples of Zifu palace.

Luo Xiu's killing machine spread, and even the murderous spirit condensed into the real blood light.

This made the four disciples of Zifu palace look afraid. After all, not all of them could condense their murderous spirit, but the other side could do it. Obviously, they killed a lot of Jinshen Wuzong.

”If you dare to kill the disciples of Zifu palace, you will die even if you are the crown prince of Fanjia royal family in tianwu state!”

”Kill him!”

Yang Yuan drank a lot, and the four disciples of Zifu palace immediately dispersed and surrounded Luoxiu. Each of them spread out his own momentum and rushed toward Luoxiu's oppression.

However, Luoxiu's momentum is stronger than them, more fierce!

His eyes are like an unparalleled sharp sword, killing the sky, domineering, relentless.

”Kill!”

Luo Xiu stepped forward, his body like a flash of light, appeared directly in front of Yang Yuan, and his sword suddenly came out of the sheath behind his back.

”Looking for death!” Yang Yuan smiles coldly, and his hands are full of purple gas. Zhenyuan bursts out and blows to Luoxiu.

However, his palms had just been lifted, but his heart was suddenly awe inspiring. A breath of death spread to him. Luo Xiu's sword was as fast as thunder and lightning, which made him unable to catch the trace of the sword.

”How could his sword be so fast?”

Yang Yuan's heart gave rise to a sense of irresistible, clearly his own cultivation is higher than the other side, but there is no resistance.

The crowd around only heard the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, but no one could catch the trace of Luoxiu's sword. All the people saw only a light of the sword and it passed away in a flash.

”Chi!”

The subtle sound came out, Yang Yuan's action stopped in a moment, and a blood line on his neck slowly emerged.

Yang Yuan's eyes were wide and round, and his body fell back on his back.

One sword, the seventh disciple of Zifu palace, death!