Surprise! This son of God is actually a villain

The two of them were very happy.

Jin Jinyu smiled brightly, "Uncle Ling, you don't need to blame yourself. You are not to blame for this."

Lingxian sighed slightly and bowed, "I'll take my leave first, Miss.

I'll go to check the situation of the branch pavilion. It's necessary to reorganize the servants."

Jin Jinyu nodded and waved his hand gently.

Lingxian then turned and left.

The eyes of several people turned back to the disciples of Liuhe Academy. Except for Gao Yanxi who was dead, the others fell into a coma.

The veins on Pei Ziheng's arm bulged slightly, and he picked up the unconscious Pei Xuan with a neat movement.

Then he walked to Nan Xunran and asked respectfully: "My Lord, this man is so rude to you, do you want to teach him a lesson?"

Seeing this, Pei Zimo shrank his neck and quietly moved a few steps away.

Qiu Lingxuan approached Pei Zimo and whispered: "If your brother takes action, will he still be able to survive?"

Pei Zimo shook his head and replied softly: "Probably... not."

Pei Ziheng doesn't like to use force, but once he takes action, he will definitely take someone's life.

Nan Xunran narrowed his eyes slightly and opened his thin lips: "Go."

After getting the consent, Pei Ziheng raised his arm and threw Pei Xuan to the ground.

He slowly opened his hands, and in an instant, spiritual power surged, and a scimitar appeared in his left and right hands, shaped like a crescent moon, flashing a cold and cold light.

Pei Ziheng's double scimitars are called Zhanqing, and only when they are combined into one can they exert their true power.

He moved his hands slightly, his fingers flexibly fiddled with them, and put the two scimitars together and swung them towards Pei Xuan.

In an instant, Pei Xuan groaned and broke out in cold sweat. Although there was no obvious wound, his painful expression was enough to tell everything.

The intense pain suddenly woke Pei Xuan, who had fainted.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Zhan Qing who was close at hand. He subconsciously raised his hand to resist.

"Ah!" Pei Xuan couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Zhan Qing bypassed Pei Xuan's wrist at an extremely tricky angle. Although he didn't cut it off directly, his wrist was already weak and drooped.

He didn't know what kind of secret technique he used, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and appeared at the door in the blink of an eye.

Then, his eyes suddenly noticed Gao Yanxi on the ground, his pupils suddenly shrank, and endless grief instantly surged into his heart.

Pei Xuan cried out in grief: "Yan'er!"

The next moment, he was furious, and a strong aura suddenly emanated from his body. His aura suddenly rose, and then all the injuries on his body recovered as before.

He rushed towards Pei Ziheng frantically, roaring: "Give me your life!"

Pei Ziheng threw Zhan Qing, which spun rapidly in the air, bringing a sharp whistle, and slashed straight at Pei Xuan.

Pei Xuan reacted quickly, raised his knife to block, and his feet drew several deep grooves on the ground. He took several steps back before he could barely stabilize his body.

Then, under Pei Ziheng's control, Zhan Qing twisted strangely, circled behind Pei Xuan, and cut countless deep scars on his waist, blood spurted out immediately.

Pei Xuan groaned, endured the severe pain, tightly grasped the handle of the knife, poured violent spiritual power into the blade, and turned to slash at Zhan Qing angrily.

Zhan Qing followed him like a shadow and circled back in front of him.

Pei Xuan was horrified and retreated in a hurry, but Zhan Qing still cut a shallow mark on his neck, and traces of blood slowly seeped out.

"Crack" a crisp sound shook the surroundings, Zhan Qing collided violently with his knife again, and the knife in Pei Xuan's hand instantly broke into pieces, and the fragments scattered.

He was stunned, and before he could come to his senses, Zhan Qing attacked him again.

In an instant, light flashed around him, and the powerful force forced Zhan Qing to retreat.

Pei Ziheng frowned slightly, a trace of annoyance flashed across his face, and he held Zhan Qing again, thinking in his heart, there are so many magic tools, it's really troublesome.

Qiu Lingxuan opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but said, "He is a senior brother in the academy, how can he have so many magic weapons?"

Pei Zimo said casually, "Who knows? But his knife is really good, ordinary weapons can't compare with it at all.

However, Zhan Qing was given to Ziheng by the master, so it is naturally better."

Then, no matter how Zhan Qing attacked, once he came into contact with Pei Xuan, he could always use means to resist and could never get close.

Nan Xunran glanced slightly, seeing that Pei Ziheng could not attack for a long time and fell into a stalemate, he opened his thin lips and said, "Ziheng."

Pei Ziheng immediately stopped when he heard Nan Xunran's voice, turned his head to look at him, and replied, "Master."

Nan Xunran's figure was like a breeze, and he flashed in front of Pei Xuan in the blink of an eye. His eyes swept lightly

He passed through Pei Xuan's defense and then raised his hand casually.

Pei Xuan didn't even have time to blink before he felt an irresistible force coming at him, and he flew out instantly.

He fell heavily to the ground, his body twitched, and then he vomited a pool of blood.

He stared at Nan Xunran in disbelief, his lips trembling, and muttered: "...How is this possible?"

Nan Xunran's fingertips cut through the void, and a blood mark appeared on Pei Xuan's face out of thin air, which was shocking.

Then, he pressed his palm slightly downward, and Pei Xuan's head instantly split in two, and bloody liquid spurted out.