The kneeling figure disappeared instantly.
Di Jueshang's face showed no emotion.
If he couldn't control it, he would let her know if he could.
As soon as the hand was loosened, the cyan powder drifted away in the wind, and the originally delicate sapphire turned into powder in an instant.
"Emperor."
A man in blue came in with a dusty coat.
"Feng Yu, how's the matter?"
Di Jueshang looked at the person and asked.
"Emperor, everything goes well," the man said.
"Well, leave the mastermind to Purgatory, and you can handle the rest."
"yes" "Tell Muchen that I want to go out."
Di Jueshang left no room.
"Yes."
The prime minister was going crazy again.
Feng Yu could think of Mu Chen's dark face and mourned in silence.
Emperor Jueshang's silver clothes flashed and disappeared.
Prime Minister Mu, you have suffered.
Feng Yu excitedly went to find Muchen with an attitude of sympathy and fun.
The Valley of the Netherworld is eerie and eerie, with murderous intent everywhere.
The group of people were dressed in blue clothes, tight fitting, with cuffs and trousers tightly tied, and the collars were all delicately embroidered with the Chinese character Meng with silver thread.
They were led by a tall man with a curly beard.
This was the same team that the Meng family sent to kill Murong Wu.
"Hmph, a descendant of a declining family also needs our help.
The elders are making too much fuss."
One of the men spoke arrogantly, with disdain on his face.
"That's right.
Let us, the elites of the family, go out and bring a group of useless swordsmen with us.
I really don't know what they think."
Another man said, and glanced at a group of people carrying swords on their backs.
He was so tall that he seemed to be flying into the sky, and his otherwise good face looked extremely mean.
"You" The handsome man carrying a sword next to him was about to have a fit when he was pulled back by the person behind him, "No."
The man shook his head.
"He" the handsome man wanted to speak, but he pressed down, "Don't cause trouble, do you want to fall short?"
The man who spoke was gentle and elegant, but the sword on his back was simple and unsalty.
"But he" The handsome man was about to have a fit, but was interrupted again.
"Okay, let's just watch the show then."
There was a smile on his face, his lips were slightly raised, and his expression was lazy and mysterious.
The handsome man finally became quiet and looked at the man angrily.
"That's right, Brother Feng, if we let a bunch of trash follow us, we're really afraid of holding us back."
The two men sang in harmony.
"So what if you know how to fight qi?
Don't you know that the target this time is the descendant of Mo Ran who specialized in the magical skills of the Mo sect two thousand years ago?
Well, by then, no matter how powerful you are, you will still be defeated.
"A burly man among the swordsmen shouted violently.
"Hey, isn't this Meng Yuan?
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Why, you were beaten by me last time you competed with me, so you're defeated by this sour Mo He," the snarky man said with a face that didn't deserve a beating.
"You" Meng Yuan's eyebrows stood up, his eyes rounded "Why did I touch your sore spot?
Hahaha, you despicable swordsmen just look at us, hahaha."
Meng Feng was so arrogant.
The giant sword hit Meng Feng, bringing up bursts of energy.
The people around him were shocked.
He had the guts to Although Meng Feng was sarcastic and arrogant, his skills were not limited.
As soon as Meng Yuan's sword made a move, he noticed it.
When the sword flew over, his fighting spirit had already rushed towards the giant sword.
There was only a bang, and the rushing giant sword was struck by Flying away, the dark blue fighting spirit took advantage of the victory to pursue Meng Yuan.
Meng Yuan was hit by Dou Qi as soon as he hit the ground.
He crawled directly to the ground and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Hmph, I don't even think about your ability in a sneak attack."
The bitter voice sounded again, and the domineering voice made people really want to slap him to death.
"Meng Feng, you are going too far!"
The swordsmen were angry and showed their weapons one after another, with fire in their eyes.
"Why, if you're not convinced, what I said is just the truth and a bunch of rubbish.
If the Meng clan raises you, it's a waste of food."
Meng Feng had become so arrogant that he simply ignored their murderous intent.
The swordsmen were completely angered, and they all attacked him with their swords.
"Stop it all!"
sounded like thunder, each word struck into everyone's heart.
The leader simply waved his hand and removed the sword pressure.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Tweet: The Waste Material’s Counterattack: The Vicious Third Miss She was originally a useless waste.
When her relatives were killed, she chose to stand up without hesitation.
From then on, there was one less loser and one more peerless genius on the mainland.
Is it difficult for warriors to advance?
Sorry, the gatekeepers at my house are all heaven-level warriors.
Is the Spiritual Painter very powerful?
Sorry, I own the Scroll of Ten Thousand Demons.
Why draw what I want when I have it?
Are summoners rare?
Sorry, I'm not rare.
Have you ever seen a beast that drips blood?
"Even the air smells bad when this witch is around."
Everyone looked at her with disdain.
The next moment, the smell of blood filled their nostrils, and everyone who had spoken rudely lay on the ground.
"Sister, you can't even smell the air.
She has the destiny to defy the heavens, and the Lord of the Immortal Palace guides her on the path of cultivation.
The stupid fat man on her shoulders seems to be an ancient fantasy beast, the purple jade phoenix.
As the reincarnation of the spirit of chaos, she has always been very low-key and arrogant: