My wife is the sect leader

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I saw that sword light suddenly shattered between Ling Yuanjing's fingers, but Ling Yuanjing's body was trembling, and he slowly retreated a few steps towards the rear.

"Senior Brother Ling!"

"Senior Brother Ling!"

Several members of the Shinichi Sect looked at Ling Yuanjing in astonishment, wondering why a very ordinary sword light forced Ling Yuanjing back again and again.

Who is Ling Yuanjing? He is the current speaker of the Shinichi Sect. His strength is already a half-step master, and he will have the opportunity to break through to a master in the future.

And at this time, An Jing also saw an excellent opportunity, and now, like a stroll in the garden, the soles of his feet were slanted towards the real person in Yulin. machine.

When the sword is struck, the world is dark.

Swordsmanship!

I saw the Suppressing Evil Sword was released, and it turned into a black streamer and rushed out.

"呲呲呲!"

The sword light pierced through the void at an extremely fast speed, making trembling sounds one after another.

Daren Yulin only felt his breath stagnate, and he seemed to lose his mind for a moment. The internal force in his subconscious body was activated, trying to block the swiftly approaching Suppressing Evil Sword.

But it was only for a moment, but it was the eternity of Master Yulin.

"Pfft!"

The sword light shot past, piercing the throat of Master Yulin, and the Suppressing Evil Sword was covered with blood and passed through.

The divine light in Daren Yulin's eyes gradually froze, and his eyes opened angrily.

"Yulin!"

"Junior Brother Yulin!"

........

Several people were shocked when they saw this scene.

"Tom!"

Master Yulin fell heavily on the ground, his mouth was long, his neck had been pierced by the Suppressing Evil Sword, and he couldn't utter a word.

Dazheng Yulin died.

Daren Yulin, one of the seven masters of the Tianzun Temple of the Zhenyi Sect, died.

"How brave!"

When He Chen saw this, anger surged in his chest, and he slapped An Jing with his palm.

Boom!

As the thick inner force passed by, the air trembled like thunder.

An Jing gritted his teeth, and the breath in his body circulated, and he faced He Chen's punch at the fastest speed.

boom!

The first thing started was that the two fists collided. After the two fists collided without any fancy, An Jing made continuous moves, and his breath was already unstable.

I saw his body trembling, and a long and narrow trace was painted in the sky, flying to the distance.

Master Moyun looked at Master Yulin who was lying on the ground, but felt his heart tremble, and his teeth chattered coldly.

This ghost swordsman was so good that he actually beheaded the Great Master Yulin under the siege of the six masters. This strength is really terrifying.

"Master Moyun, help us suppress this ghost swordsman, and your benefits will be indispensable at that time."

Ling Yuanjing didn't care about other things, and shouted immediately.

With so many masters, they still can't do anything to this ghost swordsman. If the ghost swordsman is allowed to escape today, then the Zhenyi Sect will definitely become a laughing stock in the world.

"it is good."

Master Moyun hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

By taking action at this moment, not only can you get the favor and benefits of the Zhenyi Sect, but you can also avenge the killing of the spirit mouse.

When Master Moyun saw An Jing's body receding straight away, he stomped the sole of his foot, breaking through the sky, and slashed down with a short knife similar to his body.

"not good!"

An Jing's heart suddenly started beating crazily, a sense of extreme danger welled up in his heart, he quickly gathered his inner strength and surrounded him.

Whoa!

The light of the knife surged, and the cold light suddenly appeared!

Suddenly, it erupted like a flood, and the ground in front of it was instantly torn out with a huge deep mark.

As soon as he made a move, he didn't hold back at all.

I have to say that Master Moyun is indeed an old man with a vicious vision.

The light of the knife was extremely fast, and it slashed on the ground, and the underground stone slabs were lifted and chopped into pieces, even though An Jing quickly retreated towards the rear.

In the end, it hit the golden light hard!

dong dong!dong dong!

Everyone heard that chilling sound.

And his body was like an arrow that left the string, smashing heavily into the wall of the hall.

Click!Click!

Then a series of dense cracks suddenly appeared from the wall, and then only a bang was heard, the Thousand Chance Palace fell to the ground, and An Jing's body was instantly submerged in the rubble.

Immediately, dense smoke several feet high rose in all directions, like a rushing tide rushing towards the surroundings crazily.

The world, at this moment, is quiet, everything is silent.

"Dead... dead?"

Yu Jiu panted heavily.

Master Yuhuai's face was very ugly, he stared at the ruins without saying a word.

"No, absolutely not dead."

He Chen shook his head.

Buzz!Buzz!

At this time, the Suppressing Evil Sword rushed towards the ruins, and then ruthlessly inserted into that piece of wall.

"Crash!" "Crash!"

At the next moment, trembling appeared in the ruins.

I saw a palm protruding from it, and then a figure slowly crawled out.

It was An Jing.

His black robe was already in a mess, but his body didn't seem to have changed much.

Even though he was surrounded by many masters, at this moment he suffered some light injuries.

"It's going to rain, mother is going to get married, since you're going to die, I'll make it happen for you."

An Jing grabbed the Suppressing Evil Sword.

Whizzing!Whizzing!

The sword light was slightly cold, and his body turned into a black wind.

"So fast!"

Master Moyun felt a chill in his heart, and retreated back again and again, the next moment he held the long knife in his hand and went forward.

"Clang!"

The moment the swords collided, a storm of gold and iron surged.

Master Moyun retreated again and again, and An Jing was also forced to retreat by the strength of the counter-shock.

Several masters of the Zhenyi Sect came to kill one after another, especially Ling Yuanjing and He Chen, two half-step masters.

"careful!"

The next moment, Ling Yuanjing felt a chill in his heart, and subconsciously looked backward.

I saw a huge black anaconda approaching quickly, just looking at the ferocious and huge snake head made people feel chills.

"Junior Brother Ling, you deal with this strange beast black anaconda, and Yu Jiu and I will kill this ghost swordsman."

With a loud shout, He Chen turned his internal energy and rushed towards the ghost swordsman.

"it is good!"

Ling Yuanjing nodded, and then greeted the millennium black anaconda.

The thousand-year-old black boa has rough skin and thick flesh, and its strength is extremely strong. Ling Yuanjing, Yuzhen Daren, and Yuhuai Daren together can barely hold it back.

An Jing was about to deal with the dwarf when Yu Jiu and He Chen rushed over.

Especially that Yu Jiu, whose sword light is icy cold, looks like he will never die and never give up.

An Jing narrowed his eyes, and then stabbed forward with the Suppressing Evil Sword.

The blade light is transparent, piercing the air in front of it directly.

This move was extremely weird, like an antelope hanging horns, without any trace, even Yu Jiu didn't expect this sword, so he could only turn the sword around and block it in front of his chest.

"clang!"

Yu Jiu blocked the sword, then frowned slightly.

The strength of this sword is not great, could it be said that the ghost swordsman has run out of oil and lamps?

But the next moment, her heart started beating.

"Puff!" "Puff!"

It was completely out of her control, dancing faster and faster, just like the marching drum.

"me...."

The blood flowed rapidly, and she felt that her brain was blank.

"careful!"

At this moment, the Suppressing Evil Sword in An Jing's hand continued to stab.

Seeing this, Ling Yuanjing quickly stood in front of her, clamping the blade of the Suppressing Evil Sword.

"Um!?"

An Jing raised his brows, unless Ling Yuanjing's physical body was identical to his own, if he dared to close the sword of the Suppressing Evil Sword with his bare hands, he would undoubtedly be seeking his own death.

Thinking of this, he pushed the Suppressing Evil Sword forward.

"Tom!"

The blade pierced Ling Yuanjing's chest directly, and the blade was stained red with blood.

Ling Yuanjing's complexion changed, and then he let go of his hands, and patted An Jing with his palm.

Naturally, it was impossible for An Jing to take this palm forcefully. With a flick of the Suppressing Evil Sword, he quickly retreated towards the distance.

"Pfft!"

The sword was pulled away, Ling Yuanjing's body softened, almost fell to his knees, and said in a low voice: "Quick, use your internal force to suppress your heart."

When Yu Jiu heard this, she quickly followed suit, and immediately felt much better.

Master Moyun held a short knife, restrained his breath, and quietly came behind An Jing, and then a bright light appeared in his eyes.

"Hey!"

The light of the knife is extremely fast, like thunder.

"Clang!"

The knife that was intended to be won was blocked at the next moment.

What a quick response!