deadly mantra

Chapter 589: Those who play dirty tricks will also accept the order.
When they entered, Suzaku grasped the hilt of his sword and took a few steps forward, leading the way.

There are many exquisite hidden weapons in the Good Sword Alliance. With the astonishing lethality of these things, those who come uninvited will be killed before they enter the important places of the Good Sword Alliance.

Now, these proud works have all turned into paper fakes in front of Suzaku.

He stepped forward, and the cold light of the curved sword came out, turning into three silver rays of light in one move. Not only did it block the hidden weapon that was stabbed, but it also directly cut the wall behind the figure into three pieces.

The corners of his lips raised, he let out a disdainful sneer, and stepped over the collapsed wall. His figure was as fast as lightning. Within a moment, all the activated mechanisms were destroyed.

Di Jiang looked around the messy scene, and when his eyes touched something in the ruins, he squinted slightly:

"Manjiu, are you sure you didn't send yesterday's invitation to the wrong place?"

Manjiu replied in a deep voice:

"How dare you not take the palace master's order seriously."

Di Jiang smiled coldly:
"That's because the people of the Good Sword Alliance are taking it too seriously."

At this time, Suzaku came back and raised his voice:

"Palace Master, the people of the Good Sword Alliance are so unreasonable. I am afraid that all the hidden weapons they have saved for decades will be brought out and used today."

"With no leader, and a strong enemy attacking, do you understand the various emotions and feelings involved~" Ji Fanyin waved her hand nonchalantly and continued walking forward.

"I understand." Suzaku raised his heel and said: "If the master of the palace is not here one day, and a powerful enemy comes to visit, our Qifei Palace will not bother to play these dirty tricks. We will only use force and strength to let those This bastard is crying and begging to go back the way you came!"

Ji Fanyin said "Hmm~", looked back, and said with a smile:
"Are you willing to let them go back alive?"

Suzaku pursed his lips, and after a while, he reluctantly answered:
"Once, the young master spoke, and I watched them hug each other and roll down the hill."

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows slightly and thought to herself: The hilltop of her home is dangerous and steep. If these people rolled down the hill, they would be disabled if not dead.
At this time, Qing Mo raised his arm, stopped in front of Ji Fanyin, and whispered:

"Palace Master, please wait."

again? !
Ji Fanyin followed Qing Mo's eyes and looked forward.

Behind the moon door connected to the corridor, the ambush was ready to move.Ji Fanyin raised her jade finger to her lips, said softly, and winked at everyone.

The disciples of the Good Sword Alliance didn't think it was shameful to set up traps and ambushes, but she still thought it was troublesome.

the same moment.

The entire martial arts hall was shrouded in a tense and severe atmosphere.

The memories of playing and playing here in the past seem so far away after three lifetimes.

At this moment, everyone's brows were frowning. No one dared to speak rashly, and no one dared to move his position rashly. The sword formation composed of a hundred people was the last shield they could think of, protecting the decades-long foundation and development of the Good Sword Alliance. The shield of face.

Under the high-hanging plaque in the martial arts hall, Bao Simu was surrounded by the senior uncles and senior sisters. If they tried their best to save the Good Sword Alliance, they planned to protect the alliance leader's only bloodline and leave here.

Everyone's mood was depressed, panicked, and even a little tragic. Realizing this, Bao Simu said:

"We were careless yesterday. There are many traps in front of us today, and with the blessing of the sword array from all the senior brothers, no matter how powerful Ren Manjiu is, he can't break in."

Her voice became hoarse due to excessive stress.

When the others heard this, they echoed incessantly, but their hands holding the handle of the knife did not relax.It seems that only by holding it and holding it tightly can they have some confidence to stand here.

Just as confidence and hope were rekindled, a sweet and clear voice sounded from behind Bao Simu and others.

"Is this the chair where senior Bao Yide often sits?"

In the martial arts hall.

Ji Fanyin sat on the leader's throne, moved her hips, found the most comfortable position, and said lightly:

"Not so much."

(End of this chapter)