Huh!

Elder Zhijian was injured all over and fell from mid-air, probably because he could have barely forced the Thunder Flame Snake to retreat.

"Look at these people

What is his identity!" His face turned gloomy and he said coldly.

Luo Feng hurriedly ordered, but when he opened the masks of these people, all the faces were exposed. The scars were obviously new injuries, and they were deliberately left before taking action.

Everyone in Jiange gasped. These people were such cruel methods.

boom!

Before it was over, the bodies of men in black who were lying on the ground suddenly started to ignite.

In the blink of an eye, only a pile of ashes were burned in front of the Jiange people.

"Crouching corpse pills? These people are all dead soldiers!"

Such a terrifying scene made Elder Luo Feng burst into tears.

"There is no force in the Qin Empire to cultivate so many dead soldiers, so these people will always show suspicion."

No evidence was left behind. The black hand behind him was obviously very careful in planning, and the face of the elder Zhijian looked a little ugly.

From this point of view, even if you know who did it, you will not be able to retaliate openly.

The disciples of Jiange were talking a lot, and they saw the scene in front of them and felt a little shocked.

"Stay for a while and leave quickly. I have notified Jiange's Sect to send someone to pick us up."

Elder Zhijian glanced at the four directions and gave a deep command.

Tang Tong, Xin Jue, Xin Yan and Lin Yun and other disciples of Jiange got together and leaned on the ancient tree to rest on the spot.

"This time I went out of the sect, it was really full of twists and turns."

Wang Zheng sighed softly, the Mountains of Nirvana are already very dangerous, but he did not expect that the most dangerous ones will always be the same.

He expressed everyone's thoughts, and now everyone just wants to return to the sect quickly.

"But these people would definitely not have imagined that the more desperate the situation is, the more people can break through. Senior Brother Xin Jue has mastered the innate sword intent, and the Eighth Master is destined to be replaced!"

Tang Tong laughed softly, and the other people also smiled and expressed their congratulations.

No one in the Great Qin Empire has mastered the innate sword intent at present, at least this is what we see on the surface.

Lin Yun was so powerful that he was so terrifying when he mastered the innate sword intent. No one knew how terrifying the Xinjue, who mastered the complete innate sword intent.

The gantry at the end of the year is destined to shine!

As soon as I thought about this, everyone seemed very excited.

Xin Jue smiled slightly, did not respond, but just looked at everyone calmly.

"Brother, there is something dirty on your forehead."

Xinyan's eyes fell on Xinjue and she laughed softly.

"Pull it help me."

Xin Jue laughed.

"How old I am, I still want me to help you. Don't be shy. Well, just this time, don't move."

Xinyan teased, took out her handkerchief and walked forward.

"Hehe, it's clean."

Xinyan's face was as smiling as a flower, but when her eyes fell on the handkerchief, her face changed slightly.

What I wiped away was not something dirty, but blood. Although it was weak, it was very eye-catching on the white handkerchief.

At first, she thought it was someone else's blood, but when she looked up, there were more blood stains on the middle of her eyebrows.

I quickly wiped it again, over and over again, but no matter what, I couldn't wipe it clean.

Such an unusual behavior immediately changed the faces of others.

Lin Yun, who closed his eyes and rested, opened his eyes, thought of a possibility in his mind, and his face changed drastically.

"Stop wiping."

Xin Jue reached out and held Xin Yan's hand, laughed softly, "If the blood is destined to shed, then let it go. It would be bad if your handkerchief is dirty."

"Brother, don't scare me..."

Xinyan's voice trembled and her expression became flustered.

Lin Yun and others suddenly stood up and surrounded him in an instant.

I saw Xin Jue's face was pale as snow, and a drop of blood from the middle of his eyebrows slid down the bones of his nose. The blood scattered, like a white snow field, with red plum blossoms blooming, as sad and beautiful as a painting.
Chapter completed!