"Why are your Shuofeng Squad so annoyed? You just whinelessly in the mercenary hall, and you still have a ghost here!" Wan Xiaoyi put his hands on his hips and pointed at the vulgar man with an impatient look on his face.

The vulgar man's face was dull for a moment. In the past, when he played the sign of the Shuofeng Squad, no one was respectful to him. But today he hit a big nail in Murong Ningyue, and suddenly felt his face lost. He was so angry that his voice trembled: "You little girl, you are looking for death!"

As soon as the wretched man finished speaking, he held a long sword with a dark yellow light and rushed towards Wan Xiaoyi. The wretched man turned out to be a man of a spiritual master. Seeing the sword light coming in full force, Wan Xiao could not avoid it at first glance. A bloodthirsty light flashed in the wretched man's eyes, as if he had seen Wan Xiaoyi in half under his knife.

"What? Why is this happening?"

The imagined bloody scene did not appear. The wretched man's long sword stopped in the air halfway through the slash. An invisible force blocked him. The wretched man tried his best to cut the long sword. He was exposed with red face and blue veins, but the long sword did not move at all.

The vulgar man never started to be rampant at this time. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. I don’t know if it was too much force or too scared in his heart.

"You are just a spiritual master, I am a spiritual master Ninth St. How could this happen?" The despicable man looked in disbelief, and he said to Murong Ningyue with a confused look on his face.

Murong Ningyue showed a disdainful sneer on her face. Even if there were ten such spiritual masters, Jiu Duan, would not be her opponent. It was just to spend more time. At this time, she said with a sarcastic look on her face: "Is the spiritual master Jiu Duan very great? I am also the spiritual master Jiu Duan, but I can poke you to death with just one finger!"

As soon as Murong Ningyue finished speaking, the long sword that had been stagnant in the air suddenly attacked the long man at a faster speed. The young man knew that he could not avoid it, and in a hurry, he could only condense a spiritual shield. However, the seemingly strong spiritual shield quickly melted like snow under the scorching sun when it touched the long sword.

The long sword flew out from the vulgar man's chest through the back. The vulgar man looked down at the bloody hole in his chest and murmured: "The Shuofeng Squad will not let you go, Captain Fengmo will avenge me..." As soon as these words were finished, the vulgar man fell heavily to the ground, and after a moment, he was just a cold corpse.

"No! Wang San is dead!" Deep in the Bingfeng Valley, a man with a black face as thin as a monkey suddenly cried out.

"Wang San? Is the one who just joined our team recently?" The speaker was wearing a linen white robe. In this biting ice wind valley, everyone wrapped themselves tightly. Only this man seemed different. At this time, his brows frowned slightly, with a smell of being arrogant without anger.

When the thin man saw the man in white robe asked, he bent down and replied respectfully: "Yes, captain, but Wang San took the opportunity to make a secret note on the murderer when he was dying. As long as we meet the murderer, we can recognize him."

The man in white robe nodded and said, "If Wang San dies, he will die, but the majesty of my Shufeng Squad is not something that anyone can touch. If he doesn't touch it, then forget it. If he encounters it, I will definitely kill the murderer without a burial place!" A hint of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes.
Chapter completed!