Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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For those with weak skills, under the bewitching light of the red eyes on the black sword, their bodies seemed to be frozen alive, and they could no longer move!

In an instant, flesh and blood flew within a range of several feet, and dozens of people lost their souls without even shouting.

Countless blood splashed out, like setting off human fireworks one after another...

"Yue Wushang, stop!"

Qi Luoer couldn't bear it anymore, she rushed over and hugged his arm.

"Little Bao'er, get out of the way!"

There was a bloodthirsty light in Yue Wushang's long and narrow eyes, and with a wave of his arm, he pushed Qi Luoer away.

Although he was furious, he did not lose his mind.

This push was just right, only pushing Qi Luoer back a few steps.

With a light wave of Yue Wushang's hand, he waved the magic sword, and countless purple lights burst out, killing the Ziyunmen disciples who surrounded him again!

Group after group of people fell down, and group after group came up.

"Purple Star Array!"

Following a shout from the crowd, those Purple Cloud Sect disciples suddenly retreated, and formed a strange formation in the blink of an eye, like a semicircle.

Everyone raised their weapons and aimed at Yue Wushang who was facing him.

Yue Wushang smiled lightly, his smile was like peach blossoms in March, shining brightly, he only said two words: "Very good!"

Go forward step by step.

His clothes are fluttering, like walking in the suburbs in spring in April, but there is an invisible and powerful pressure.

He walked very slowly, but every step seemed to be on the tip of someone's heart.

With a great sense of oppression.

Everyone present was so overwhelmed that they couldn't speak.

I can't move, it seems that a little relaxation is the result of being smashed to pieces...

He hasn't made another shot yet, but the murderous aura surging around him has caused the surrounding temperature to drop by almost ten degrees.

He, the beauty of demeanor, even the gods of the nine heavens can't compare with it. [

But what such a beautiful person brings is the cold breath of death.