Next was Zhao Xiong roaring full of pain, anger and unwillingness: "No, my dantian!!!"

He fought his life again and again, and repeatedly ignored his own injury attacks, and accurately teared the wound again and again.

Finally, the Seven Quaternary Sword in Mu Yan's hand pierced into Zhao Xiong's dantian.

Zhao Xiong's eyes were bulging. Looking at the girl who was so close that she showed a lazy and cold smile, she felt that her blood was cold all over her body.

Is this the Lord of the Six Stars and the descendant of the Medicine King Ye Liangchen?!

So terrible!

Her strength, her talent, her swordsmanship, and her talent are all terrible!

Is Zhao Xiong going to die today at the hands of such a little girl, a Jindan monk?

The unwillingness in Zhao Xiong's eyes was twisted into a crazy hideous ferociousness: "No, I will not die in the hands of a golden elixir."

"Even if I die, I will definitely want you to be buried with you!"

"Hahahaha, Ye Liangchen, just go to hell with me!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xiong suddenly picked up the Soul-Slaying Sword and stabbed into his dantian that had been injured by Mu Yan.

The next moment, a powerful suction force came from the Sword of Soul-Slaying.

The only spiritual power remaining in Zhao Xiong's dantian rushed towards the Soul-Slaying Sword.

Even Mu Yan felt that his spiritual power was about to move, as if he was about to rush out with the Seven Secret Sword that pierced Zhao Xiong's abdomen.

Mu Yan felt a stern heart, and he immediately made a decision to endure the pain in his body and quickly retreated.

When she stood still, she looked at Zhao Xiong and was shocked.

I saw that Zhao Xiong's body, which was a little round and fat just now, was left with skin and bones in an instant.

The growing mouth made a sound of painful panting.

Two bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

But after a few breaths, a large amount of black air suddenly surged out of the Soul-Slaying Sword, wrapping Zhao Xiong who was like a mummy.

The black air slowly dissipated, leaving behind a face that was even ugly than a ghost, and a red, irrational, only eyes with desire to kill.

"Ho ho ho, Ye Liangchen, your death is here!"

Mu Yan's pupils shrank, and he slowly said, "Demon Cultivator!"

...

"Mom, you promised Xiaobao that he would not die...Woooooo...Mom...Mom, you lied to someone..."

"Jun Muyan, bastard, let me out!!"

"Jun Muyan, count me... count me, beg you, you will die if you continue like this..."

"Mother, Xiaobao is afraid, don't leave Xiaobao..."

Mu Yan shook his head and forced his thoughts to concentrate.

The hand holding the Seven Quarter Sword was covered in blood and cold, as if it was no longer owned.

Zhao Xiong, who had become a demon, flew in the sky, playing tricks on her and tormenting her like a cat and a mouse, while making harsh laughs from time to time.

But in this laughter, in addition to being happy, there is more of a deep resentment.

"Ye Liangchen, you are all bitches, which made me have to expose my identity as a devil fallen man and I can never look back!"

"Kong Yuanjiu will arrive soon, and from now on I will have nowhere to stay like a rat crossing the street... All of this, you, the bitch, harmed me."

"I will torture you to death bit by bit, and then smash the bones of your son's body inch by inch. I will swallow his flesh and blood... Hahaha, just wait for the little bastard to go to hell to meet you!"

——Swallow his flesh and blood one by one!

Zhao Xiong's voice was like a hammer, slamming into Mu Yan's mind.
Chapter completed!