Quick Pass Raiders: Blackened BOSS, please calm down

Chapter 151 The Cannon Fodder Heroine vs The Patient Leader 31
Mao Xiaoxiao looked at the withered bones as if they were going crazy at this time with complicated eyes.

Seeing that the dry bones seemed to have finally laughed enough, he said sarcastically: "The reason why the Demon Cult is called the Demon Cult is because my mother, the wife of the Demon Cult leader, got it from her love for her father. She loves my father deeply, like an idiot. It's like a demon, that's why it's named Demon Cult!"

"." Everyone.

Including Mao Xiaoxiao, they never thought that the name of the Devil's Cult actually came from this way!
At this moment, Mao Xiaoxiao just wanted to say: "Demon Cult, I'm sorry for you. I misunderstood you for many years."

"Now, it's time for you to pay off your debts. Otherwise, how can thousands of souls rest in peace?" Dry Bones ignored everyone's astonishment, and his voice was like a devil coming to hell, making people tremble when they heard it.

"You spitting blood, our Snow Mountain Sect doesn't have the things you said!" an elderly elder stood up and said in a deep voice.

At this moment, they can't admit anything at all, they can only deny that they don't have these things in their sect.

And following this person's words, some young geniuses who were highly valued by the sect also knew immediately that what the bones said was true.

At this moment, they couldn't help but doubt themselves a little, was the famous decent sect they chose really a famous decent sect?Why didn't even the old and weak women and children be spared when slaughtering the Demon Cult?
Why would you go to snatch the treasure of the Demon Cult?
And some people don't care about these things at all. What they care more about is the reputation of the sect, or to be precise, their own reputation.

Now they are in the Snow Mountain School, they are existences that many people envy, and they are also the pride of heaven in the eyes of others.

If what Kugu said today is known by people in the Jianghu, then their Snow Mountain faction will become an existence that everyone shouts and beats and can't avoid.

At that time, when they walked on the road, they were no longer worshiped, but ridiculed and disrespected.
"Whether it's true or not, you know it well, and I don't need anyone's approval for my dead bones. If the younger generation wants to leave, I will never stop it, but you old people have lived long enough."

After saying those words, Withered Bones raised the long sword in his hand, and walked in front of the head of the Snow Mountain Sect.

He soared into the air, turned and flew over, and the long sword glowing with cold light pierced straight into the heart of the head.

And the head of the sect was unambiguous, while stabbing himself with the long sword of dry bone, he circulated his internal force, the sword was unsheathed, and his whole body quickly dodged backwards, barely avoiding the deadly sword of dry bone.

As for the withered bones, at the moment the headmaster avoided him, his wrists flew, and the long sword suddenly turned around, stabbing the abdomen of an elder behind him who wanted to sneak attack him.

The elder looked at the long sword in his belly with wide eyes in disbelief, and before he could recover, Withered Bone pulled out the long sword abruptly, and took over the killing move that the headmaster swung at him after he stood still.

"Bang Dang Dang Dang." The sound of swords and swords sounded non-stop on the vast snow mountain.

And because of the action of the dry bone pulling out the long sword, the elder spat out blood, staggered a few steps on his hind legs, and then fell to the ground.

"Sure enough, a decent family is just showing off its appearance, and it's doing sneak attacks again and again." Mao Xiaoxiao looked at the dead bones that were attacked by the enemy, and said through gritted teeth.

The fight in front was still going on, Mao Xiaoxiao saw that when the withered bones were fighting with the head, behind the withered bones was a middle-aged man in a snow-white robe, holding something black like a ball in his hand, as if he wanted to Waiting for an opportunity when the dry bones are defenseless
(End of this chapter)