Xiuxian first lady

Chapter 86 - Is Enough

"What? Your sect?" The bearded guy jumped up, "Wow! Sure enough, you guys from the Heavenly Questioning Sword Sect joined forces to cover up the murderer! Hurry up and hand over that disciple of yours to me! The third brother pays for his life!"

None of the Pang family knew Chen Qingcheng, maybe they hadn't even heard of him.So the bearded man finished shouting, and the group of people behind him followed suit and cheered.

On the contrary, the professors at Tianwen Mountain were trembling.

Dare to talk to Dean Chen like that, these people don't know how to die!
However, Chen Qingcheng's expression remained unchanged, as if he was too lazy to take a look at those people, he just continued: "Since you are under my sect, all of you shouting for beating and killing are all directed at me, and I will take care of it."

"You?" The bearded man looked him up and down, and said contemptuously, "What are you...cough! My third brother is a good person and a life, what do you take? Can you afford it?"

He seemed to want to say something disrespectful, but after all, Tianwen Sword Sect was famous far and wide, so he still didn't dare to be too disrespectful, so he could only change his words and say a few words.

Wang Le couldn't help but took two steps forward, pointing at his nose in vain: "What are you? You can decide what happens here?"

"Me?... Cough!" The bearded man looked around, seemingly a little guilty, but immediately stared at the two young men kneeling on the ground, and his voice became louder again, "I am Pang Fei's second brother! Why not talk to a nephew!"

"Let them say what they want!" Wang Le sneered, "Could it be that Pang Fei adopted two sons, both of whom are dumb!"

He followed the head of the sect to sweep here and there, and fought bad battles. He has always refused to let others speak, and he scolded everyone in the Pang family with red faces, and it was difficult to speak for a while.

The bearded man then pushed the kneeling youth, motioning for them to speak.The two young men nodded their heads together, and one said: "The Tianwen Sword Sect is the Tianzong of Shenzhou. You are all immortals. We didn't dare to be presumptuous. But my father was practicing in the mountains, and he died innocently. Let us explain."

"Confession?" Wang Le snorted, "Dean Su explained it to you eight hundred times, but you don't believe me, what more do you need to explain!"

He got into an argument, and was about to add a few more words, venting his anger, but saw Chen Qingcheng wave his hand slowly.

"Let me give you an explanation."

When the words fell, the sword tactics took shape, and the wind rose!
The fierce gangster swept across the mountain gate in an instant, dust and sand were everywhere, and the sky was darkened.None of the members of the Pang clan outside the mountain gate could stand still, and they all fell to the ground, their clothes and hair messed up, and they were all in a panic.

Even the faces of the professors not far from the door changed, and no one dared to pretend to be calm. They all performed the Wind-fixing Art, and at least they all stood firm.

Immediately afterwards there was a "click" and a loud thunder!
Lei is Fa Lei, who shines brilliantly for half a day, but does not hurt anyone. When he reaches the ground, he is blown away by the wind.

But eight out of ten of Pang's people yelled "Wow", and two were so scared that they hugged their heads and cried.

Who the hell came up with the idea to come to Tianwen Mountain to carry the coffin and make trouble!How can this mortal body be enough to strike a thunderbolt from a cultivator? ...

Although these words can't be said out loud, almost everyone thinks so just by looking at their faces.

The people on Tianwen Mountain, including Su Zhi, looked more dignified than them.

After the strong wind passed, dark clouds filled the sky, and a sword that pierced the sky and the earth appeared in the clouds.On the hilt of the sword, gold thread is used as a seal, engraved with the word "Jueming".

Pang's people pulled each other in twos and threes to get up, looked up, and frightened a lot of people again.

The people of Tianwen Sword Sect showed their swords. Is this to kill people?

Some even tried to get up and run.

"Don't be afraid!" A voice in the crowd yelled, "The mirror sky spell is still there, and the world can learn from it. Forgive Tian Wenshan and don't dare to hurt people at will!"

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they no longer wanted to run away, but shrank in place, their momentum of shouting and cursing had long since disappeared.

Chen Qingcheng's brows twitched, and he glanced at Su Zhi lightly. Seeing him nodding slightly, he turned back and took the Jueming Sword into his hand with a light stroke.

Immediately, the dark clouds all over the sky dissipated, revealing the clear sky again.

Everyone looked at this white man with snow-white hair, even though he was not wearing the sword sect's Taoist robe, who would dare to look disrespectful!
As soon as Chen Qingcheng raised his hand, the sword edge stood upright, pointing directly at the sky, and seemed to be pointing at the magic mirror on the dome.

"Let me give you an explanation." He said quietly again, as if he was speaking to the Pang clan and the people in the world on the other side of the mirror.

The sword's edge flashed!
Everyone inside and outside the mountain gate exclaimed in unison!
All the people in the world who saw the scene in the mirror let out an exclamation!
Chen Qingcheng held the Jueming Sword, and cut off his left arm with one blow!

It was a heartbreaking, unexpected and extremely long moment.Everyone clearly saw the sword's edge swinging up and down, and that scene seemed to be burned into the mind instantly, and it could never be removed.

It seemed like a long time before the turbulent blood soaked into everyone's field of vision.

Some people trembled with fright, while others fainted belatedly.

No one thought that the "confession" Chen Qingcheng mentioned would be such a tragic scene.

Only Chen Qingcheng remained indifferent, as if the arm that fell on the ground was not his own.

"Is that enough?" He looked at Pang Fei's two sons who were already slumped on the ground and asked.

He paid Pang Fei's life for his disciple, thus beheading his own arm.

Is that enough?
The two youths raised their heads, looked at his pale face due to blood loss, and watched the three words faintly uttered from his gray lips. They only felt a buzzing in their heads, and they almost didn't know where they were.

"Enough, enough...enough..."

"Wait a moment!"

The one who spoke at the same time as the two young people was someone from the Pang clan team.This voice is not unfamiliar, it was when Chen Qingcheng showed the Jue Ming Sword, he shouted to the clansmen to reassure people's hearts.

Everyone couldn't help but looked at the person who shouted.

Su Zhi, who had been watching with cold eyes, even raised his eyebrows when Chen Qingcheng hurt himself, looked over with interest.

A middle-aged man with a gentle face separated from the crowd and walked out slowly.

His expression was also very calm, but there was a vague reluctance, as if it was his goal to be quiet and calm.

"Who are you?" Wang Le was the first to react, and stepped forward to ask.

Although he was dressed in black like everyone else and wore hemp shoes like the younger generation, this man's demeanor was obviously out of tune with everyone in the Pang family.

He is like the kind of person who is used to turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain.

Although Ponzi is a rich gentry, no one has such ability.

The middle-aged man sneered calmly, and was about to speak when a sword light flashed across the air.

(End of this chapter)