Next to him, Lornen had a look of remorse. Previously, I was thinking of hiding my strength first, playing with mystic pretense, and then showing off my supernatural power to the fullest in a while, so that everyone can see her dashing and heroic appearance of Miss Luo. All the opportunities were left to Fatty Bai, and Miss Luo regretted so much that she wanted to hit the wall.
"Bang!" With Luo Enen's strong psychological endurance, of course he would not really hit the wall, but the next moment, Zhu Tianxiao slammed into the cliff like a dead tree in the mountain torrent.
Fatty Bai slowly retracted his long sword, and Zhu Tianxiao slid down like a puddle of mud.
One strike, still just one strike, the second elder of the Mad Sword Sect who had been so imposing before was defeated miserably by the hands of Fatty Bai. Although this sword was not as crisp and sharp as Lonen's sword, it was even more soul-stirring and unforgettable.
"Master!"
"Uncle Master!"
"Second Elder!" This time, without the slightest hesitation, a group of Kuangjianzong disciples rushed forward.
That Bai Shengsheng fat man was really terrifying. When they thought of Zhu Tianxiao being entangled in his sword light and rolling helplessly like a dead leaf, they were terrified. drip.
Without ordering, they carried Zhu Tianxiao in front of Pang Aoting. Obviously, only two or three people were needed to do it, but they gathered hundreds of people. There was no way, that fat man was too scary, so they had to gather around the suzerain , they can find a little sense of security.
"Tian Xiao!" Pang Aoting shouted in a trembling voice, the corners of his eyes were moist.
At this time, Zhu Tianxiao was dressed in ragged clothes and covered in blood, as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. At the worst moment, there was a purple mist between his eyebrows, and cracks appeared in the three holy beads. Even if he didn't use his divine sense to investigate, he could tell that Zhu Tianxiao's holy spirit root must have been damaged, so that the rupture of the holy bead was difficult to heal. Even if such an injury is healed, his cultivation level will plummet just like the third elder, and it will be difficult to recover, and he will not be able to improve half a step for the rest of his life.
"My lord, I, I" Zhu Tianxiao opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked at Pang Aoting guiltily. Before he could finish speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
"Tian Xiao" Pang Aoting let out a mournful cry, and finally shed two old tears.
Of the four elders of the Mad Sword Sect, although Zhu Tianxiao is not the strongest, he is the youngest. Don't mention him and the old elder next to him, and don't mention the third elder who was defeated by Luo Enen's sword before. He is the lowest among them. The four elders are all twice as old as him. By the way, the elder who was injured by Chang Wanfa and Qiu Qianjian before was also the fourth elder.
Given Zhu Tianxiao's age, it goes without saying that he has such strength. For a long time, Pang Aoting had placed high hopes on him, regarded him as the mainstay of the Berserker Sect, and even thought about waiting a few more years, when his mind was calmer, and then abdicated the suzerain position to him. Who would have thought that in just one year, he would be injured like this by the white fat man, and his way of cultivation would come to an end!
Clenching his fists tightly, his heart ached like a knife.
"Sect Master Pang, it's time for the next game." Gu Fenghua reminded.
Looking at Zhu Tianxiao, who looked like a man of blood, and seeing the broken holy bead between his brows, she didn't have any sympathy, let alone pity. She had witnessed Zhu Tianxiao's arrogance before. If it wasn't for Chen Wanqiao's sudden attack, it might not be him lying on the ground now, but the two elders Chang Qiu. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com