"Zhao Xuanran!"

The third sword master was angry and his eyes were full of eyebrows, and his magic power burst out like a vast sea, which made everyone in Jiange retreat quickly.

My son was abused!

The elder was killed!

It was like two slaps, one on the left and the other on the right.

He turned back in anger.

A woman in black dress stands in the wind.

She lowered her head, pinched the black sword soul with her slender jade fingers, and wiped away the blood with a black silk scarf.

The storm was terrifying, as if she hadn't heard of it, she passed the Third Sword Lord and walked to the eyes of everyone in the Jiange.

That tall and slender body, ink-colored long skirt, long waterfall-like hair, and a pair of sword-shaped earrings hanging on its ears...

Yun Xiao only glanced at her.

Last night, the drunken pretty woman, the white lantern of the jade tree...

Scenes surged into my heart.

"It's a big deal!"

Yun Xiao's eyes went black.

Although he had expected it, his scalp was still tingling when she really stood in front of her.

All the bones have to be tied together.

It's awkward to stand no matter how you stand.

fortunately!

Senior Sister Zhao didn't even look at him from beginning to end.

"Cai Maomao." She looked at the plaque of Haoran Palace, her eyes were frosted.

"I'm here, please give me the instructions!" Cai Maomao hurried up and knelt on one knee.

"Wash the blood of this animal."

"……yes!"

Cai Maomao nodded.

"Zhao Xuanran!"

The Third Sword Lord was ignored.

Smoke came out of his eyes, and he squeezed out his teeth with words: "My son is not as skilled as others, and I have nothing to say, but you are just a disciple of the head sect, but you kill my third sword peak elder with cruel means for no reason. You can tell that you have violated the iron law of the Green Soul!"

His voice was like a bell, shaking the rubble of Haoran Palace, the stone pillars were trembling, and dust was scattered.

The people from the Eight Sword Society surrounded them one by one, looking at the woman in black dress with cold eyes!

The woman in the black dress frowned slightly: "No, it's illegal to kill a dog?"

The third sword master was so angry that his beard trembled!

"You are still quibbling? I will report to the 'Sword Zun Pavilion' and jointly deal with you!"

"Okay, come on." The woman in the black dress looked at him with ice eyes contemptuously, "Although my father's sword spirit is broken, he still has the power of killing. You and Ye Tiance have to die one, who will first?"

"you!"

The third sword is full of energy.

His eyes passed over the woman in black dress and looked at Haoran Palace behind her.

A shadow deep in the hall made his forehead sweat suddenly.

"Okay! Very good!"

The Third Sword Master glanced at the crying son. He was so angry that he had to hold back his energy.

"Zhao Xuanran..." The third sword master suddenly smiled grimly, "Yes! You have half-dead protection, but there are no other disciples of your Jiange."

"You want to be silly?" Grandpa Qin glared at him.

"Yin? Do we need the Third Sword Peak?" The Third Sword Master shrugged and sneered, "Wait, I have no limit on life and death on Dingshan. Two years ago, your disciples of Jiange still have a way out, and it depends on our kind heart, but now..."

"Think about it, even if the main vein of the Green Soul that doesn't even have a disciple, what about next year if it doesn't disband this year?"

It means that the beam has been formed.

He wants all the disciples of Jiange to die!

Death openly!

Death in two days!

"The situation is over, and I'm still breathing? Haha, go!"

The Third Sword Master waved his hand and all the people from the Eight Sword Society followed.

Take away a corpse and a disabled man.

Although he is arrogant, he is also a shame.

Especially Wu Jianyang!

Seeing his son’s bloody mouth and his son’s grandson, the Third Sword Master wanted to destroy Yun Xiao today!

As soon as he turned around, the voice of a woman in black dress came from behind him.

"Yun Xiao, come in with me."

She turned around and looked at the boy in white in the corner with a pair of cold eyes.

Yun Xiao lowered his head slightly.

His eyes were below Senior Sister Zhao's abdomen.

Well.

This seems inappropriate.

So he raised his eyes a little.

Even more rude...

"Senior Sister Zhao, where are you going?" he asked in a deep breath.

"Add to Master."

The woman in black dress passed by him, and a familiar fragrance stormed by.

It has the aroma of wine last night.

"Add to Master?"

The Third Sword Master stopped after hearing this!

He suddenly turned around and stared at the woman in black dress and said, "Why are you crazy?"

"I'm taking disciples on behalf of my father, what's your business?" said the woman in black dress.

"Your father is the head of Qinghun! The head of the sect can accept disciples, how can he play?" The third sword master said in a deep voice.

"Oh."

The woman in the black dress looked deep in Haoran Palace, her eyes trembled slightly, and said, "Dad, now I have a disciple Yun Xiao, who is responsible for the sword head and seeks survival for the Jiange. If you intend to accept him as your disciple, please ring the Haoran Bell!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light came out of the hall and hit a green bell in front of the hall.

when!!

The Haoran bell rings.

"You can get out." The woman in black dress said to the Third Sword Master.

"The ninth son of Jiange? Haha, then he is the shortest-lived one. He only lives for two days or three days?"

The Third Sword Lord took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and forced himself to laugh and ridicule.

but!

No one paid attention to him in Jiange.

A woman in a black dress walked into the hall.

"Why are you standing there? Go in!" Cai Maomao pushed Yun Xiao.

Yun Xiao suddenly realized and stepped into it.

There is a person in the hall.

Yun Xiao raised his head and looked at him solemnly.

This is a middle-aged man in green!
To be continued...