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Chapter 156 Backhand
Chapter 156 Backhand
"She is indeed a generation owl princess!"
Guo Yu has never met such a woman as Mrs. San Miao in his life. She is decisive and domineering. She is a first-class figure in the world, and few people can match her.
From the reactions of these people in the Hehuan faction, it can be seen how powerful Mrs. Sanmiao is in the Hehuan faction. A few words shocked hundreds of people into silence, and they all showed fear towards her.
But since he dared to rebel, he must have some guts. In an instant, Chong Ran came back to his senses, and the frightened expression on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by an increasingly intense anger.
She stared fiercely at Mrs. Sanmiao, and said coldly: "Sanmiao, do you think I'm still afraid of you now? You suffered such a serious injury on Qingyun Mountain. At this time, I'm afraid you can't even use [-]% of your strength. Are you out?"
After all, before Mrs. Sanmiao could speak, the second senior sister on her left couldn't bear it first, stood up and shouted: "Chongran, do you dare to fight Zongzhuo?"
"Haha..." Chong Ran let out a wild laugh, and said: "Now that things have happened, do you think I have anything to be afraid of? Today I must beat San Miao, that bitch, to ashes to relieve my pain hatred."
"Hehe..., what a fool is talking about a dream!"
Mrs. Sanmiao twitched her mouth and sneered, "Even if I only have [-]% of my cultivation left, it's more than enough to deal with you trash."
"Ha ha……"
A look of madness appeared on Zhong Ran's face, and he said sarcastically, "San Miao, since I dared to rebel against you today, I have already figured out how to deal with you."
"What do you mean?" Madam Sanmiao asked with a frown.
Chong Ran snorted coldly, raised his right hand slightly, slipped a dagger from his sleeve, and held it tightly in his palm.
I saw that this dagger was about a foot long, and it exuded a gloomy white light, as if it came from hell, and could devour a person's soul at any time.
"Spirit Devouring Sword!" Seeing the appearance of this short sword, several elders of the Hehuan Sect immediately exclaimed, and the color of fear rose involuntarily on their faces.
Mrs. San Miao's complexion also became gloomy and frightening, her eyes narrowed slightly, she stared at Chong Ran closely, and said: "It seems that I really underestimated you a little, and I really took great pains to deal with me!"
"That's natural."
Chong Ran looked at the short sword in his hand, and said with some regret: "In order to kill you, I have worked hard day and night, and I have been practicing this spirit-eating sword that is very restrained to your physique since 20 years ago.
However, men born on the day of Double Ninth Festival are too rare, and I underestimated the difficulty of refining this sword, and I have not been able to completely cultivate this sword until today. "
As she said that, she turned to show a very proud smile, and said: "But maybe the Holy Mother King Ming also wanted your life, so that you suffered such serious injuries when attacking Qingyunmen.
Although this Spirit Devouring Sword still has some flaws, it is completely enough to deal with you today, haha..."
Mrs. Sanmiao didn't speak any more when she heard the words, the other elders of the Hehuan Sect and all the disciples were also silent, only Chong Ran's wild laughter remained in the whole hall for a while.
"If no external force intervenes, Mrs. Sanmiao will be in danger today." Guo Yu made a judgment secretly.
He could tell that among the elders present, only a few were Madam Sanmiao's confidantes, but they were all injured, and it was impossible for them to belong to the three beautiful women who were sitting side by side with Chong Ran just now. opponent.
As for the rest of the elders, with hesitation evident on their faces, they are probably just fools and will not sincerely help Mrs. Sanmiao.
What's more serious is that once Mrs. Sanmiao shows signs of decline, these losers may switch sides in an instant and deal her a fatal blow.
But what Mrs. Sanmiao did next surprised everyone again. She suddenly showed a confident expression on her face, and said in a cold voice: "Chong Ran, you are so naive. Is the ticket in hand?"
Chong Ran's expression changed, and he said anxiously: "San Miao, what do you mean by that?"
"Hehe..." Mrs. San Miao's face was slightly cold, and she said in a concentrated voice: "I have been the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect for so many years, and I always like to be more considerate in my actions. Why don't I reserve a hand as a defense?"
As she said that, she turned her eyes, stared at the back of the main hall, and called softly: "I've been watching it for so long, don't come out soon."
"Yes, Master."
When the silver bell rang, everyone saw a young woman jumping out from behind the side of the main hall, flashing beside Mrs. Sanmiao.
She was dressed in light yellow clothes, with affectionate eyes, a smile at the corner of her mouth, her black hair gently fluttering on her shoulders, she was extraordinarily charming and charming.
"Golden bottle!"
In an instant, everyone in the Hehuan faction cast their eyes on her, and many of them called out her name directly.
Guo Yu, who was at the bottom, was also shocked at this time, his eyes were fixed on Jin Ping'er, and waves of waves arose in his heart.
"Haha..." After seeing clearly that the person who came was Jin Ping'er, Zhong Ran laughed maniacally again, and sarcastically said: "San Miao, this little bitch Jin Ping'er is your so-called second hand, right?
Although her cultivation level is not bad, trying to defeat me and reverse the situation of today's battle is tantamount to wishful thinking! "
"What Senior Sister said is that this stinky girl can't spoil our good deeds." One of the beautiful women who participated in Zhong Ran's rebellion snorted coldly, and the other two also looked disdainful.
The people from Mrs. Sanmiao's faction showed somewhat disappointment, apparently not very optimistic about Jin Ping'er.
Only her female disciple surnamed Li who was not far behind Chong Ran had a trace of worry on her face, and couldn't help but glance at the door of the main hall.
"Hehe, are you just dreaming, you will know soon."
Mrs. Sanmiao gave her a cold look, reached out and patted Jin Ping'er's shoulder gently, and said: "Girl, I will leave that trash to you, let her learn how powerful you are."
Jin Ping'er raised her pretty eyebrows, bowed to Mrs. San Miao, and said softly: "Don't worry, Master, you will see how this disciple captures this traitor."
As she spoke, her graceful body turned half a circle slightly, her beautiful eyes looked a little cold, she looked straight at Chong Ran, and said: "Master, I advise you to put down your magic weapon and kneel down to beg for mercy. Master, there are many of you. Maybe you can spare your life because of past affection."
"Stinky girl with sharp teeth, if I don't surrender, what can you do to me?" Chong Ran had a sneer on his face.
A cold light flashed in Jin Ping'er's eyes, and a fierce look appeared on her beautiful face, she said: "It seems that Master Master wants to die with all his heart."
"What an arrogant little bitch." Chong Ran's entire face was filled with anger, and he stared at Jin Ping'er solemnly, saying: "You are worthy of killing me? Today I want to see what you are capable of. Dare to say such big words."
After all, the Spirit Devouring Sword held in her hand became radiant in an instant, shooting out a three-foot-long sword aura, exuding a spooky and terrifying aura like choosing someone to devour, forcing several people who were closer to her to subconsciously stepped back a few steps.
At the same time, Jin Ping'er flicked the sleeve of her right arm slightly, and a soft groan sounded, and the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, the Zimang Blade, came out in response, reflecting her entire right hand in a haze of purple aura.
(End of this chapter)