The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

There was a ruthless look in her eyes, even if she died, she would make Chu Heng regret it!

The whisk in her hand hit Yilin as hard as she could!

Chu Heng was even more furious in his heart: "I want to burn everything! Let me see if you have the ability!"

The Qinggang sword trembled slightly, but brought out an infinite death intent.

The nun's complexion was already pale!

She finally found out that Chu Heng had shown mercy to her just now.

She had never heard of anyone with such sword skills.

Like a god, but also like a devil.

At this time, under the sword, it seems that the space is stagnant.

The light, sound, touch, and smell of this world are all stagnated under this sword.

Even the thoughts in her heart seemed to be cut off by a sword.

How can I describe it.

This probably feels like death!

Regret grew in her heart, and the fear of death enveloped her.

If time can go back...

With a bang, a long sword stood between Qing Gang and the nun.

An old Taoist who hadn't spoken just now looked at Chu Heng, and opened his mouth tremblingly: "Young master, you have to be forgiving and forgiving."

"Forgive others and forgive others? Why didn't you say that when she was going to kill my wife just now?"

At this moment, Chu Heng had a sneer on his face.

The anger in his heart reached its peak because of this Kunlun man's repeated obstruction and shamelessness.

If you in Kunlun don’t understand the truth, then I will use my sword to tell you what truth is.

The old Taoist smiled softly: "Young man, you are still here, it is my Kunlun who is very reasonable."

"Don't think that you are great. I have been in Kunlun for thousands of years. I have never seen any peerless geniuses. Now that I am here in Kunlun, where are they?"

"If you retreat today, I will not hold you accountable for trespassing on the mountain gate."

He looked at Chu Heng as if he was extremely magnanimous.

"Don't think that if you have a little reputation in the outside world, you can come to Kunlun to play wild."

"Big elder!"

At this time, the Taoist nun had already woken up from the sword intent, and when she saw this old Taoist, she was no longer as unruly as before, and saluted respectfully.

"no!"

"Great Elder, Junior Sister is incompetent, and her skills are inferior to others."

The old man shook his head after hearing this.

"You did a good job. Even if my Kunlun disciple made a mistake, how can you allow outsiders to teach you a lesson? Don't let people look down upon you!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Chixia.

Obviously this was talking about him.

Yan Chixia blushed, but could only hold Xuanyuan Sword tightly.

"The frog in the well! A group of frogs in the well!" Chu Heng laughed.

"I thought the Kunlun Stone was so great, but I didn't expect to see such a brazen guy who sells the old and sells the old."

He pointed to the old way.

"If Kunlun is just you guys, then I'm really disappointed!"

"Brother Yan, you and them mean the same thing?"

Chu Heng also looked at Yan Chixia.

Seeing that his face turned blue and white, he could only sigh, picked up the Xuanyuan sword, and went out of the door.

"it is good!"

Chu Heng looked at his figure and admired his persistence in morality.

Even so, he was unwilling to be an enemy of a real man like Yan Chixia.

"After I remove the golden plaques on the faces of these turtles, I will conspire with you to get drunk!".

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Chapter 42

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Looking at Yan Chixia's leaving figure, this veteran's face is also livid. (—)