My pure young lady

"Master, don't talk nonsense. No one in our Huatian sect died because my brother wanted to get back the black soul sword. Those who died are all dead in the hands of Zhang Dongtian and the demon. They have nothing to do with my brother. " Peng Wan said hastily.

Peng Wan is still very smart.

He knew that the loss of their Huatian faction this time was not serious.

It's absolutely tragic.

Just because Zhang Dongtian took the black soul sword, more than one third of the senior elders died unexpectedly.

Such a loss is enough to make Hua Fengcheng angry.

Therefore, the death of these people must not be related to his brother.

Otherwise, let alone get Hua Fengcheng's compensation, is he this elder brother, will be implicated, therefore will be punished, all say not necessarily?

Therefore, pengwan can only say that this matter has nothing to do with his brother PENGYUAN.

However, Peng Wan did not think about it.

He is just an ordinary elder of Huatian sect.

The Huatian school is also the Chinese family's speech.

As the leader of Huatian sect, Hua Fengcheng doesn't need Peng Wan to insist on anything at all. As long as he identifies something, no matter how cunning Peng Wan is, it's useless.

Therefore, as long as Hua Fengcheng confirms that the death of those people has something to do with PENGYUAN, it must have something to do with it.

And, in fact, it is.

Hua Fengcheng is not blind.

After PENGYUAN got the black soul sword, there were many dead elders.

Although compared with those who died in the hands of demons and Zhang Dongtian, it is indeed worse, but it also caused losses after all.

Moreover, it's still under the condition that Jiang Chen has controlled the situation, and PENGYUAN tries to get the black soul sword on his own.

In Hua Fengcheng's heart, PENGYUAN's behavior is worse than Zhang Dongtian's.

If you let Peng Wan know what Hua Fengcheng thinks at the moment, he will cry without tears.

He yelled: "headmaster, you are playing a rascal! Even if a few elders died because of my brother's affairs, it can't be worse than Zhang Dongtian, the culprit! "

But it is clear that Peng Wan is not clear.

Moreover, he is still gritting his teeth and insisting that his brother is right.

This is the opposite of what Hua Fengcheng thought.

Originally, it was because the black soul sword was given to Jiang Chen that the tiger tribe appeared in the crack. Now the black soul sword has indeed blocked the crack, making Hua Fengcheng feel like he was beaten in the face. But for the sake of the overall situation, Hua Fengcheng can only bear the unhappiness in his heart.

As a result, the pengwan guy actually seeks to die by himself, and wants to find Hua Fengcheng's trouble.

Hua Feng didn't mean to be polite!

"Bang!"

"Miso!"

With a bang, Hua Fengcheng directly raised his sword and suddenly shot it out to pengwan. A sharp sword wave immediately exploded in the void and hit pengwan's chest. He directly spat blood and flew, and his body blasted into the crack of the black soul sword.

"Punka!"

In the eyes of the Huatian sect, Peng Wan looks bloody and embarrassed.

But the next second, everyone's expression, are shocked.

They were shocked to find that the black seal of the black soul sword, which had blocked the crack, appeared cracks immediately because of the impact of Peng Bay, and the sound of the crisp glass breaking.

"How is that possible?"

"It's so easy to blow up the impression of repression? It's impossible, isn't it? "

"Headmaster, it's too fierce, but in this case, isn't our Huatian sect going to have bad luck again?"

Peng Wan had been beaten by Hua Fengcheng, and he was already in despair. However, the sound of things breaking in his ears made him stunned. Then his eyes swept away, and his face immediately showed a look of surprise. He cried busily:

"Headmaster, if you think I'm guilty, you can only attack me, but you've broken the suppression mark of the black soul sword. It's a big mistake!"

"Bang!"

At the moment when Peng Wan's voice fell, the suppression imprint of black soul sword finally broke away.

Many of the fragments burst into pengwan.

Peng Wan has not noticed.

"Ah ~"

The next second, a series of fierce calls sounded from Peng Wan's mouth, which also made the elders of Huatian sect nearby feel convulsed and numb.

I can see that Peng Wan's body, in this moment of Kung Fu, has become a mess.

Countless bloody wounds appeared on his body.

The blood has made him a bloody man.

However, no elder of Huatian sect was watching him. All their eyes were on Peng Wan's head.

The black soul sword appears again.

And it appeared intact on the top of Peng Bay, as if the crackdown mark just now was not its illusion.

"What's the matter? Is the black soul sword OK

"Isn't that for sure? The black soul sword is the black soul sword, and the suppression mark is the suppression mark. They are not the same thing at all! "

"Yes, the suppression imprint should only be the internal energy of the black soul sword. Even if it is broken, it will not affect the black soul sword."

"But if you say that, you can continue to suppress this crack with the black soul sword?"

"I'm afraid it's not so simple! Although there is nothing wrong with the black soul sword now, the leader's attack on pengwan just now is certainly not powerful. Otherwise, pengwan will not have a chance to scream. However, such an attack will break the impression of repression. Only such a little defensive impression of repression can really resist the impact of those tiger tigers in the crack? " An elder of Huatian sect, worried.

The other elders of Huatian sect were shocked.

After they looked at each other, they also realized this problem. Can the current black soul sword really suppress cracks?

At this moment, a voice from a distance made the elders of Huatian sect frown.

Hua Fengcheng's gloomy face, but after hearing the sound, disappeared a little, showing a kind smile, turned to the place where the sound sounded and looked: "Jiang Chen, you're here!"

"Did you take the black soul sword to suppress that crack again?" Jiang Chen flies to Hua Fengcheng's side, also no nonsense, direct ask a way.

Hearing Jiang Chen's words, not only Hua Fengcheng, but also the elders of Huatian sect were shocked. They guessed what Jiang Chen might know.

"Mr. Jiang Chen, do you know? Is it true that the black soul sword can no longer suppress that crack? " Hua Feng Cheng pointed to the crack in the distance and asked with a reluctant face.

Jiang Chen along the direction that Hua Fengcheng's hand points to, saw past.