Mrs. divorced again

Chapter 902
In the golden light, the black figure seemed extremely small. There were no turbulent waves or exaggerated winds raging in the front hall, but the temperature rose suddenly, as if the sun had been taken down from the sky. It's so hot that I can't open my eyes, and I have to call crazily for my masters!

Master, please do your best.

Feng Songjie was also frowned by this overwhelming aura, and looked worriedly at the black figure in the arena.Xu Jiu, Xu Jiu, if you are really related to that mysterious place, please win this time!
Gu Changfeng couldn't help but grabbed Feng Songjie's arm, feeling horrified, hey hey!Is this the battle between practitioners?Mother Hippie!This is too abnormal.

Xu Jiu wouldn't be roasted by the Purple Sun Sword Formation in the middle, right?
It would be funny if he turned directly into a mummy later on.

Each sword body is like a hot furnace, when the sword formation completely surrounds the people in the center.

All the people shouted loudly.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Twelve murderous voices, accompanied by a raging heat wave, collectively waved their swords at the black figure in the center.

The golden sword energy, accompanied by the blinding light, shot towards the center in unison, with a powerful force to kill everything.

Unfortunately.

The black figure in the center is still loose without any defensive posture. He just raised his hand and waved it casually. All the sword energy disappeared again...

And the scorching heat in the air disappeared in an instant.

As if it had never been.

Everything is at peace.

Only the 12-man sword array still posing around him...was waiting for his death.

Feng Songjie and Gu Changfeng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw Master Jiu still standing in the field, but luckily nothing happened.

But the disciples of Xuantianmen and all the elders were completely dumbfounded at this moment.

The disciples were already speechless.

Speechless.

A person who even the masters can't do anything with their hands, how holy is this ghost-faced guy.

If so, the disciples just sighed with emotion.

There are 12 elders in Xuantianmen, and their faces are completely dark.

They can't even hand...

The head of Xuan Ting seemed to be a few years older all of a sudden, and asked blankly.

"why?"

"Why?" The ghost-faced man asked with a chuckle.

"Why are you still standing?" Headmaster Xuan Ting looked at the ghost-faced man who was still unharmed, and finally asked a puzzled question. The fury just now was gone, only confusion remained.

"Do you want me to tell the truth?" the ghost-faced man asked with a half-smile.

"What's the truth?" Xuan Ting said blankly.

"You are too weak to hurt me." The ghost-faced man didn't have any frivolous tone, but said very calmly.These words made Xuan Ting's head feel like being struck by lightning, too, too weak! !

Even if their Xuantian Sect has been hiding from the world for hundreds of years, but before that, they were a prestigious sect in the entire cultivation world. As the head of his sect, he was actually evaluated as...too weak...too weak...too weak...

The ghost-faced man said casually: "Didn't I just say that? In terms of seniority, you still have to call me senior!"

Before, senior what?
Such a prestigious sect of Xuantianmen can't even deal with a young man, and let the other party speak arrogantly here.

As the head of the sect, Xuan Ting seemed unable to bear such a blow.

"puff--"

He suddenly got angry, as if he was insane, he vomited a mouthful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and immediately fell to the ground.

fainted.

(End of this chapter)