Chapter 959

"If you dare to impersonate others to participate in the limitless trial, you will be disrespectful to the limitless heaven. Do you know the consequences?" The middle-aged man's face sank and said.

"My Lord, what proof do you have to prove that I am an impostor? Even if you are a man of limitless heaven, you can't frame a good man out of thin air. It's unreasonable." Luo Li Hu said with a stiff head.

"I say you are what you are, do you need reason, do you need reason?" The middle-aged man leaned forward slightly, looked directly into each other's eyes and said contemptuously.

Although this sounds arrogant and overbearing, it seems reasonable to say it from his mouth, which makes it impossible to refute. Respect for the strong is the eternal truth.

Under his close gaze, his eyes drifted away. He did not dare to look at him, and a layer of sweat floated on his forehead.

"Big... You misunderstood me. I didn't mean to be an impostor and disrespect Wuji holy heaven. It's really because... Because Yang Anwen was so excited when he received the trial token that he became obsessed with it. I'm his cousin, and I'm not inferior to him. My cultivation is one grade higher than that of him. This is... This is for him... "Luo Lihu's psychology finally collapsed and stammered.

"Draw the sword. You really have some qualifications and strength. I'll give you a dignified way to die." Unfortunately, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man before he finished. The middle-aged man held the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were indifferent.

"My Lord, I'm really..." my beard is sweating. I want to explain a few more words.

"Draw the sword!" The middle-aged man simply said.

All around, everyone stepped back a few steps, like hiding from the gate star.

Whiskers know how to explain are useless, helpless to hold the hilt, but the fingers are slightly shaking. Suddenly, he clenched his teeth, turned and ran away.

Out of awe of Wuji holy heaven, how dare he fight with each other?

I have to admit that this person's strength is really good. If he doesn't move, he will be like a flash of light. In the blink of an eye, he will be tens of feet away. It was only then that people could see the nine red beads on his forehead. This person is the cultivation of hunsheng Jiupin.

"What a strong strength!" There was a scream in the crowd. The selection criteria of Wuji holy heaven don't all depend on cultivation, but also on qualification. Therefore, all the people selected to participate in the trial may not be experts, and there are even holy masters in the realm of Dharma saint. It's natural to be surprised to see this person's strength.

However, the middle-aged man was not surprised at all, just sneered and cut out without panic.

"Brush!" The cold light flits by, and the rain of blood flies apart. After a quick meal, he split into two parts, but still kept the posture of running on one leg. He rushed out a foot away and fell to the ground at the same time.

This scene should have made people feel funny, but at this moment, no one could laugh out, all people just felt the fear from the bottom of their hearts.

A sword, just a sword, a strong soul Saint Jiupin died in this way.

The most terrible thing is that the middle-aged man's hand is too fast. Until then, no one can even see the Pearl flashing between his eyebrows. They don't know how strong his cultivation is.

"My name is Gong Yuanhong. You'd better remember me. If anyone dares to impersonate me and disrespect Wuji holy heaven, there will be no amnesty for killing me!" The middle-aged man put away his sword and said calmly. It seems that what he killed just now is not a master of hunsheng Jiupin, but a pig and a dog.