Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

Lin Pingzhi looked at Zhong Wugu again.

"Su Mingyue, I want you to die!" Zhong Wugu rushed towards Lin Pingzhi ferociously.

Lin Pingzhi helped himself up with the Weeping Blood Sword.

"Zhong Wugu, do you think I can't deal with you if I'm injured!" The corners of Lin Pingzhi's mouth turned up slightly.

"Roar--"

Lin Ping's record of subduing the dragon with twenty-eight palms was shot.

Zhong Wugu originally rushed towards Lin Pingzhi, but he didn't expect that Lin Pingzhi would subdue the dragon with twenty-eight palms.

Because he was unprepared for a moment, he was directly hit by Lin Pingzhi's [-] Subduing Dragon Palms.

"puff!"

Zhong Wugu spat a mouthful of blood in the air.

His injury was much more serious than that of Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi was protected by Beiming Zhenqi, and he also had Shenzhao Jing and Nine Yin and Nine Yang magical skills in his body, and his injuries were recovering every breath.

Zhong Wugu collapsed to the ground.

He braced himself up on his elbows.

"Why did you subdue the dragon with eighteen palms!" Zhong Wugu said tremblingly, "Who are you, Qiao Feng!"

"None of your business!" Lin Pingzhi said coldly.

For a dead person, he didn't want to explain so much.

Lin Pingzhi waved his sword.

A beam of sword energy shot directly towards Zhong Wugu who was lying on the ground.

Despair appeared in Zhong Wugu's eyes.

The previous twenty-eight palms of subduing the dragon injured his internal organs, and now it is difficult for him to mobilize his internal energy, let alone escape.

Xiao Wu used the Ziwei soft sword to kill all the Songshan disciples.

But after all, Xiao Wu had never killed anyone, and only a small number of Songshan disciples died at her hands.

Most of the Songshan disciples were injured.

Di Xiu looked at Zhong Xiaowu surrounded by Songshan disciples, as if seeing a monster.

Xiao Wu looks about thirteen or fourteen years old, but she has such martial arts.

Is she a genius in heaven, or has she been practicing martial arts since birth!

Di Xiu asked himself, at Xiao Wu's age, let alone beat dozens of Songshan disciples with his own strength like Xiao Wu's.

Even a Songshan disciple can deal with him casually.

"Damn it, what kind of monsters are they? People like this should die soon!" Di Xiu cursed viciously.

He grabbed the long sword from the nearest Songshan disciple, and walked directly towards Xiao Wu.

Even though Xiao Wu beat the Songshan disciples, she was still sweating profusely.

High-intensity fighting is too exhausting.

If Xiao Wu was at full strength, Di Xiu might not dare to go up.

But now that he saw that Xiao Wu's physical strength was about to run out, he decided to take this opportunity to kill Xiao Wu.

Lin Pingzhi's sword energy was about to hit Zhong Wugu.

Just when Zhong Wugu was in despair, a sword appeared in front of him.

Lin Pingzhi's sword energy was scattered.

"Little brother, why do you have to be so cruel?"

The person who came was Zuo Lengchan.

Although his injury is not completely healed.

But it was not too difficult for him to block Lin Pingzhi's sword energy.

"Ask your good apprentice Di Xiu!" Lin Pingzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked towards Di Xiu, who was about to attack Xiao Wu with his sword.

Lin Pingzhi's pupils contracted.

"Di Xiu, how dare you!" Lin Pingzhi roared.

His hands quickly touched his waist.

Xiao Li Feidao was about to make a move immediately.

He no longer cared about hiding any stunts.

Just when the flying knife appeared in Lin Pingzhi's hand.