Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 644 I Became a God After Proving to the Male Lead (47)

However, this had little effect on Jiang Wanchen.

The young man was flexible and his swordsmanship was superb. He didn't hold back his hands, his dark pupils reflected the ferocious face of the other party, and he sent the sword forward mercilessly, cutting the neck with the sharp blade.

The head that was separated from the body rolled to the distance.

Mu Huan flicked his fingers on the piano.

Seeing this, the remaining Yuzhonglou disciples became alert, and subconsciously moved away from Jiang Wanchen: "He killed our senior brother."

Jiang Wanchen, who was avoided like a virus, looked calm, lowered his eyebrows, found the brocade from the space ring, and wiped the long sword carefully.

This sword was prepared for him by Ji Song. It was forged with the best fine iron and mixed with some secret gold, which greatly improved its flexibility and hardness.

Famous swords have spirits. Although his sword has not yet produced spiritual wisdom, it has already connected with the master's mind. Jiang Wanchen cherishes it very much.

Mu Huan bit his lip, and still didn't step forward under the watchful eyes of everyone, but just looked at him worriedly, forced his voice into a line, and secretly transmitted the voice to Jiang Wanchen.

"Little... Young Master Jiang, the elders of Yuzhonglou are waiting outside the secret border. If you kill their chief, they will definitely not let it go."

Jiang Wanchen panicked when he didn't see it: "I see, thank you Miss Mu for letting me know."

Mu Huan turned his face away, secretly vigilant against Yu Chonglou's disciples to prevent them from going crazy.

Fortunately, the exit of Yunguang Secret Realm appeared in a short while, ending the almost stagnant atmosphere in the air.

The disciple of Yuzhonglou gave Jiang Wanchen a bitter look, and trotted away from the Yunguang Secret Realm.

Jiang Wanchen clenched his long sword tightly, and calmly left the Yunguang Secret Realm.

The disciples of Yuzhonglou were already reporting to the elder what had happened in the Yunguang Secret Realm. Hearing that Xu Ruyang had detected that the Tongtian Mirror might be hidden on Jiang Wanchen's body, and when he wanted to kill someone to seize the treasure but was killed instead, the elder's eyes flickered slightly, and he slapped him. The photo was taken of Jiang Wanchen who had just left the secret realm of Yunguang.

"Ignorant child, you dare to kill my disciples, and pay for your life."

Jiang Wanchen looked up: "Master, someone wants to kill me."

"Tsk." The girl's voice was cold and sweet, and she flicked a folding fan, blocking the elder's inevitable blow.

Although he didn't use his full strength because he underestimated Jiang Wanchen, the blow of the third level of immortality was not easy for everyone to take.

There was a bit of displeasure in the girl's voice, and she hated iron for being weak: "If you can't win, call Master. If you don't lose face, can't you strengthen your strength?"

Jiang Wanchen said meekly: "I see, Master."

The elder's pupils tightened, he looked at the girl standing in front of Jiang Wanchen, and asked politely, "Your Excellency?"

The girl in the black long dress glanced at him lightly. The black gauze was covering her temples, the hairband was twisted into her long hair, her eyes were black and white, her lips were red, and her lips were small and delicate, like a burning flame. Gorgeous.

She looks like just a teenage girl with an overly outstanding appearance, with a slender and bright appearance, fragile and delicate, she should be a big lady who was raised in her arms and loved all the time.

Everything is similar, except the temperament is different.

The elders looked at the girl who appeared suddenly, and didn't take her lightly because of her deceptive appearance. On the contrary, their attitude became more cautious.

When the folding fan is turned, the fan surface unfolds.

The Yan Luo Fan, which seals all ghosts, is very recognizable, and the manzhushahua pattern is both enchanting and gorgeous, blooming treacherously.

Already some elders couldn't sit still.

"Yan Luoshan, it's the Lord of the Fluctuating Light."

　four shifts

　　I still have a few chapters to write during the day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)