"Yao Bai, did you take Mu Tian's flying sword yesterday? It's a big deal. He came to see his cousin. His cousin is an inner sect disciple. His strength is at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm. He also has a low-grade spirit.

Flying sword!"

Zhang Sha and Zhang Biying ran to the cafeteria and saw Yao Bai and Murong Ling'er calmly eating there. Zhang Sha shouted anxiously, but she knew she was in big trouble this time.

"A flying sword, a low-grade spiritual weapon? How dare he kill people here?" Yao Bai asked in astonishment.

"Yes, I dare to kill people here. If you hand over my cousin's flying sword, I can let you go!"

At this moment, a group of men walked in from the tall cafeteria door, and the sound rang in the ears of everyone around. The man in purple school uniform was the one who spoke, and his purple school uniform proved it.

His identity is inner disciple!

At this time in this area, there are very few outer sect disciples, but today an inner sect disciple has come, how can it not be surprising? Only those who are above the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm have the chance to become inner sect disciples, and there are 200,000 outer sect disciples.

, but there are only 50,000 disciples of the Shenmen. When you think about it, you will know how exaggerated it is.

"Are you talking about this flying sword?"

Yao Bai waved his hand and a flying sword appeared. No one knew where he took out the flying sword, but their attention was focused on the flying sword. The flying sword floated in the sky with a fresh and refined aura.

, like a lotus, it feels completely different from the feeling in Mutian's hands.

"Cousin, look, the thieves are here now, let's do it!"

"Wait a minute, what are you saying about the stolen goods? This flying sword is mine. If it's yours, how can you prove it?" Yao Bai sneered and gently moved the flying sword in his hand.

"Of course I can prove it!"

Mutian stretched out the index fingers of his right hand, and then used the power of summons, but the flying sword did not move.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Mu Tian couldn't move his flying sword at all, but at this moment, Yao Bai gently moved his index finger, and the flying sword flew around in the sky.

"This flying sword is mine. Since there is nothing to prove that this flying sword is yours, don't spit out blood here." Zhou Dayang said calmly. Mu Tian could hardly believe how his flying sword could reach him.

How did he wash away the blood curse? Washing away the blood curse takes a lot of time?! How could he do it overnight?

Not only Mutian, but also Zhang Sha was shocked. No, if this flying sword belonged to Mutian, it would be impossible for Yao Bai to use it now. But if it wasn't from Mu Tian, ​​how could Yao Bai be there?

Feijian, he is just a cultivator from the earth.

"Cousin, is this sword indeed yours?"

Mutian's cousin Tang Jiang also hesitated. It was impossible to wash away the blood curse overnight, and if the other party really had this ability, he couldn't afford to offend him easily, right?

"It's mine, it must be mine!"

Mutian is not an idiot. Although he doesn't know what happened, the flying sword must be his. He can't kill Yao Bai with a sword now. But now that he has the flying sword in his hand, he has nothing and doesn't want to.

It may be his opponent's, so he can only hope in his cousin.

"Haha, you said it's yours, does it belong to you? Come here, I have something to tell you."

Yao Bai smiled calmly, stretched out his hand to wave, and asked Mutian to come over. Mutian didn't hesitate and walked over directly. As long as he could get his flying sword back, he could do anything.

Just when Mutian came to Yao Bai, Yao Bai waved his hand fiercely and slapped Mutian on the face, then kicked him away, smashed several stone tables, and fell to the ground.

Vomiting blood, Yao Bai's speed was much faster than yesterday.

Mutian couldn't believe it at all. The man in front of him dared to hit him. Did he get the courage of a leopard? Or was he crazy?

"How dare you hit me?!"

"Do you dare?!" After Yao Bai finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he immediately kicked out again, with a mind of 128 punches. The speed was so terrifying that the freshmen around him could not believe what he was seeing.

This person will be a new student, not an inner disciple.

Tang Jiang couldn't stand there at this time and made the flying sword rush over at extremely fast speed. However, Yao Bai's flying sword was a top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword, which was two levels higher than his and even faster.

Quickly, in Yao Bai's consciousness, he broke through the momentum of the opponent's flying sword with a clang.

"Are you sure you want to take action?"

Yao Bai waved his hand back, telling Murong Ling'er and others to move away. Tang Jiang had never heard of a new student who dared to challenge an inner disciple. How could an inner disciple have been practicing in the sect for seven or eight years?

, a new student thinks that having a flying sword is a big deal?

"Cousin, kill him! If you get the flying sword back, it will be yours!"

Mutian's words greatly increased Tang Jiang's fighting spirit. Killing one person with one flying sword was really worth it.

"Cousin, you take a rest first, and I will help you get the flying sword back."

Tang Jiang said, taking back the flying sword in his hand. The flying sword was slowly filled with true energy. With the true energy, the speed would be accelerated several times, and it could keep up with the speed of the flying sword, a high-grade spiritual weapon.

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"go!"

Tang Jiang spit out a sound, and the flying sword turned into a stream of light and pierced forward. This was not visible to the naked eye at all. Yao Bai was shocked, and he sacrificed the flying sword based on his feeling. Yao Bai was not yet in the foundation building stage, so he used

The flying sword cannot be too satisfactory. If it is too fast, Yao Bai cannot control it. If it is too slow, it will have no effect.

Dangdang!

Two sword lights rang out, and the flying swords started fighting in the sky. As long as the opponent's flying sword entered Yao Bai's detection range, it would be much more convenient to use the flying sword, but it could only block the opponent's speed.

It was really too fast, and with the power of true energy, every sword strike caused Yao Bai to suffer backlash.

"Master, let me help you control the flying sword..."

"It won't be exposed, right?"

"No, I am in your consciousness, there will be no problem."

The painting fairy said this and took over the control of Yao Bai. The speed of the flying sword suddenly accelerated. Under the light of the sword, the stone tables below broke apart, and the surrounding students also shot out. You know, the flying sword's

With sword energy and true energy, you can kill any of them with one sword!

Without the control of Feijian, Yao Bai felt much easier. He immediately used the mental technique of one hundred and twenty-eight punches and rushed over. Tang Jiang couldn't believe that this new student didn't even have true energy, but he could control Feijian.

I am so familiar with the sword ritual that I can even be distracted and attack myself.

"Go to hell!"

Tang Jiang flew over in a row, and the pressure coming from his face made Yao Bai's heart beat. This sword was much stronger than what Murong Mie used. What would happen if he was hit?! Yao Bai

Although Bai's current amount of zhenqi is already around the third level of the Heavenly Realm, he does not have compressed zhenyuan power, so the power is far behind.

Therefore, Yao Bai would not take this move at all, but would lower his body and let Pi Lian fly from above!
Chapter completed!