"Hahaha, Beitang Su, you have such a great official power. Do you really think that if you are from a royal family, you can be arrogant?

You have experienced conspiracy and ambush along the way, which is unpopular. Now that you dare to speak wildly in front of me, are you really not afraid of provoking my father to attack and come to suppress you?"

Xue Zihou walked to everyone, walked in a skewer of his arms in front of his chest, raised his head and raised his chest, and saw no ordinary innate attitude towards the powerful masters.

This scene made the three men with thick eyebrows slightly stunned. Where did they come from? Although the aura is strong, their innate cultivation is undoubtedly true. How dare they be so arrogant in front of the powerful masters?

However, Beitang Su didn't care. He had seen Xue Zihou's behavior more than once, and even encountered strong suppression from the other party.

He also knew the other party's reliance. With the cultivation, character, and status in the Divine Sword Hall, he was more than enough to protect Xue Zihou. If it was not necessary, he would not be willing to make things difficult for everyone who was sincere in the sword art like Zi Lei Sword Lord.

But everything is fate, and he can't help but want to let Xue Zihou go, but he can't resist the other party coming to come and die.

Shaking his head, Beitangsu sighed, said,

"Xue Zihou, Xue Zihou, I rarely admire anyone in the Divine Sword Hall. Your father, Zi Lei Sword Lord, is one. He has great wisdom, courage and perseverance. He created his own Zi Lei Sword Taoist, and his future is unlimited. What is even more commendable is that he is focused on himself, which is the most admirable thing.

Unfortunately, the tiger father and the dog son, but his sword is so good that he gave birth to such a stupid pig like you, causing him countless troubles.

It would have been fine if you were in the Divine Sword Hall. Even if I had the will to kill you, I would not be able to do it, and I would not find any opportunity.

But, you are so arrogant and dare to come to me alone. What are you relying on?"

Beitang Su said this, but he was sure that the Purple Thunder Sword Lord was not with Xue Zihou.

This is called Xue Zihou quite curious.

"You are so sure that my father did not follow me secretly, protect me?"

"So, you are a stupid pig, a person like Zi Lei Sword Lord, who is fierce and domineering, and upright. In this way, you can cultivate the supreme and heroic Zi Lei Sword Taoism. Even if you have some ghostly hearts, you cannot deduce the Purple Thunder Sword Sutra to your current realm.

Your mother may send masters to follow you, but it will never be the Purple Thunder Knife Lord, I'm sure."

After hearing what Beitang Su said, Xue Zihou lost his mind for a moment. Unexpectedly, this Beitang Su would know his father better than himself.

However, although he was moved for a while, this behavior further increased the murderous intent in his heart.

Whether it is jealous or afraid, in short, he and Beitang Su were considered to be innate in conflict, and Mao was on the rise.

Of course, due to his strength, despite Chang Bo's methods, Xue Zihou was not sure, so he had to say,

"Beitangsu, I appeared today, not because I wanted to settle the accounts with you, but because I couldn't stand your lofty appearance.

The warrior acts, but wants to be worthy of his conscience. The three of them are determined to assassinate you. If you have never been plotted, it would be fine to kill the other party, so why humiliate them like this?

Even if the master and martial artists dare not bully the weak, my Divine Sword Hall will never teach you such a way of doing things."

Beitangsu shook his head, but he glanced coldly at the three people who had recovered their spirits.

"You are very wrong. There are choices in life. For you, self-esteem is better than everything, and face is better than everything, including life.

But for them, nothing is more important than life.”

Beitang Su has his own skills to observe people.

These three people are not killers, first-class assassins, and they do not have the style of looking at death. Strictly speaking, they are more like grass-roots heroes who are scattered in the world.

They come to assassinate themselves, and whether they are instructed or coerced, they cannot escape the greed for life and fear of death.

That's why he valued the three people while giving them the chance to survive.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have wasted so much saliva and wanted to subdue the three of them.

"As for you, if you have been on the mountain, I can't do anything to you, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid and think you have something to rely on. You dare to treat me alone. I really don't know if you should admire your courage or mock your stupidity.

Well, today we will completely abandon the root of disaster, and I believe that the root of disaster will be completely depressed by the root of disaster, and the future achievements of the Purple Thunder Sword Lord will be even brighter."

After the words came, Beitang Su walked down and plowed two slender markings between the foot rulers, parallel to each other and never interlaced.

With this step, his body was like a ghost, and he changed his shape and straddled behind Xue Zihou in an instant.

Lift your arm and press it slightly, and the edge of your palm is used as a blade, and a knife is slashed vertically. The terrifying knife intent shakes the void, and there are also gloomy thunder roaring.

This knife actually has the meaning of thunder.

However, unlike the great and upright thunder hidden in the Purple Thunder Sword Sutra, this thunder is dark and scattered, like a maggot on the bones, and is even more like a flood that flows through, and is everywhere.

With one sword, even if the master is strong, he will have a headache. If the skill is slightly weak or the body is insufficient, he will all be controlled by the Yin Lei of this sword, either dead or injured.

However, Xue Zihou, who should have never avoided this sword, had now burst out with a strange force that Beitangsu had never seen before under the threat of unprecedented death pressure.

I saw that the blade edge was already close to him, and the sword energy was overflowing, and killing his head was almost a foregone conclusion.

However, under the influence of an invisible force, the two of them were clearly close, but at this moment, they were like a world away.

With just a slight distance, Beitangsu actually developed an illusion that even if he spent his whole life, he would not be able to catch the other person.

No, it cannot be said to be an illusion, it should be said to be a spiritual consciousness.

Because, this knife hit the ground with a bang, forming a huge gap of dozens of feet in a radius, and even dust did not splash.

It was the Yin Thunder Knife's energy, as thin as dust and sand, rubbing it, turning all the places it covers into nothingness.

A neat and tidy piece, like a natural pit.

However, the effect of such force, so neat and without any flaws, also shows that Xue Zihou avoided his killing attack, resulting in no loss of power and all of it crashing to the ground.

Not only that, while that power appeared, Bei Tangsu seemed to be in an abnormal sense of touch, everything around him was like a dream, like a illusion, like a real or a false.

When he came back to his senses, Xue Zihou and the three men with thick-eyed and thick eyebrows were completely gone.

Beitangsu immediately did not go after the four people, but was suspicious in his heart, wondering where Xue Zihou's method came from and who helped him.
Chapter completed!