deadly mantra

Chapter 610 The Mysterious Man
"Stop! Stop!" Bao Simu cried and shouted.

Di Jiang shook off the blood on the sword blade, took a step forward, and raised the sword again.

"stop!!"

Di Jiang didn't even blink an eyelid, and killed him with another sword.

When he reached the third person, he turned back with a wicked smile:

"Ms. Bao, have you thought about it? Using Ji Qianying's life in exchange for thirteen lives, this deal is very cost-effective no matter how you calculate it."

The disciple of the Good Sword Alliance kneeling in a pool of blood had scarlet eyes:
"If you want to kill me or chop me into pieces, I'll give you a good time!! If you want to use us to force junior sister to hand over my wife, don't even think about it!!"

Di Jiang frowned displeased:
"So brave? Very good. I want to keep you at the end, so that you can watch your fellow disciples die in front of you one by one."

Without giving the man a chance to speak, Di Jiang directly tapped the man's mute point.

Di Jiang passed the third person and walked directly in front of the fourth person.

"Oh, that's right~" Di Jiang suddenly stopped after his sword fell in mid-air, and turned back to look at Bao Simu, who was wide-eyed in fear: "Miss Bao, have I ever reminded you that the lives of these people are in your hands?" Hold it inside. So, if they die, it will be your fault."

You're in trouble.

These three words were like thunder, exploding in Bao Simu's mind.She felt like her whole body was exhausted, and she was shivering with coldness. If Mu Chanyi hadn't stretched out her hand to support her, she would have collapsed to the ground:
"It was me...it was me who caused...no...not..."

one, two...

As more and more fellow students fell into a pool of blood.

Bao Simu was heartbroken:

"Stop! Stop! I beg you... Ji Fanyin, I beg you..."

The sun shines into the huge courtyard, but no one feels the slightest warmth.

Di Jiang was like a butcher, but also like Shura seeking his life, killing those people one by one.

The sound of a sharp sword piercing the chest, the sound of blood spurting out when the sword is drawn, and Bao Simu's heart-rending cry.

The courtyard was deserted, and an aura of despair filled the sky.

Ji Fanyin looked on coldly, indifferently.

If she didn't speak, Di Jiang would have no chance of stopping.

Seeing the remaining senior brothers and uncles looking panicked, Bao Simu shouted sadly:
"Do not--"

Suddenly, a leisurely and clear low voice came from the distance.

The sound of the flute, with its rich and astonishing power, shattered Di Jiang's falling sword blade with overwhelming force and knocked the person back more than ten meters away.Ji Fanyin's eyes flashed slightly, and she condensed Qi in her jade hands, using her inner strength to create a layer of protection to protect Mu Chanyi, whose inner strength was severely damaged.

No one else is as lucky as Mu Chanyi.

Those present who have less internal strength will have their internal breath in chaos during the sound of the flute.

Fortunately, the man did not mean to harm anyone, and after just two blasts, the flute sound stopped.

Despite this, the man in green shirt still suffered varying degrees of internal injuries.

Ji Fanyin's eyes darkened slightly, and with a wave of her jade hand, she put away the protective layer formed by her inner energy.

Mu Chanyi whispered with lingering fear:

"Thank you, Lord, for saving your life."

Ji Fanyin glanced sideways and said coldly:
"Manjiu, protect Mu Chanyi."

Man Jiu looked wary and said in a deep voice:

"Yes! Palace Master."

On the side, Bao Simu raised his pale cheeks covered with tears, his eyes full of shock.

who is it?

No matter who it was, hope was rekindled in Bao Simu's eyes and he stared into the distance.

Di Jiang lowered his head and glanced at the broken sword. Anger flashed in his eyes. He threw the broken sword to the ground and stepped towards Suzaku.

Zhuque said in a deep voice:
"Very serious?"

Di Jiang frowned:
"Can't die."

Suzaku knew that he was tough and looked down.

A stream of bright red blood dripped down the back of Di Jiang's hand and fell to the ground.

In addition, Di Jiang's right hand holding the sword just now was trembling uncontrollably, as if he had been severely injured.

A trace of depression flashed in Suzaku's eyes.

Who is coming?Is the inner strength so deep?horrible.

(End of this chapter)