Chapter 2586

Next to him, Lorne had a look of remorse. Previously, I was thinking of hiding my strength, playing with mysterious clothes, and then I would show my power, so as to let everyone know Miss Luo's sagacity and heroism. Who knows that I accidentally overdo it and leave all the opportunities to be in the limelight to the white fat man. Miss Luo regretted that she wanted to hit the wall.

"Bang!" With Lorne's strong psychological endurance, of course, he won't really hit the wall, but the next moment, Zhu Tianxiao has hit the cliff like a dead tree in the torrent.

White fat man slowly take back the sword, Zhu Tianxiao this just like a pool of mud like sliding down.

A sword is still just a sword. The two elder of Kuangjian sect, who was powerful before, was defeated by the white fat man. Although this sword is not as crisp as Lorne's, it is more exciting and unforgettable.

"Master!"

"Martial uncle!"

"Two elder!" This time, without any hesitation, a group of crazy sword disciples swarmed up.

The white fat man was really terrible. They were frightened at the thought that Zhu Tianxiao was involved in his sword and rolled helplessly like a dead leaf. Even if he looked at him, they felt cold sweat running all over.

They carried Zhu Tianxiao to Pang aoting without any orders. It was clear that only two or three people needed to do it, but hundreds of them gathered together. There was no way. The fat man was so terrible that they could find a sense of security only when they gathered around the Lord.

"The sky roars!" Pang Ao Ting cried in a trembling voice. The corners of his eyes were moist.

At this time, Zhu Tianxiao was dressed in rags and bathed in blood all over his body, as if he had just fished out of the blood pool. At the worst, his eyebrows were covered with purple mist, and the three holy pearls showed cracks. Even if he didn't need to explore his mind, he could see that Zhu Tianxiao must have suffered from the damage of the root of the Holy Spirit, which made it difficult to heal the rupture of the holy bead. Even if this kind of injury is cured, he and the three elders are sure to have the same fall in cultivation, and it's hard to recover, and he can't make progress all his life.

"Lord, I, I..." Zhu Tianxiao opened his eyes difficultly and looked at Pang aoting with guilt. Before he finished his words, he burst out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"The sky roars..." Pang Ao Ting cries out, finally drips down two old tears.

Among the four elders of Kuangjian sect, Zhu Tianxiao is not the strongest, but he is the youngest. Not to mention him and the old elder next to him, or the three elders who were defeated by Lorne's sword before, that is, the four elders who are the lowest among them and who are doomed to be a great weapon in this life are twice as old as him. By the way, the elder who was injured by Chang Wanfa and swing sword was the fourth elder.

With Zhu Tianxiao's age, it's not necessary to say that he has such strength. All along, Pang Ao Ting has placed high hopes on him and regarded him as the mainstay of Kuangjian sect. He even wanted to wait a few more years and give up the position of the patriarch to him when his mind was calmer. Who would have thought that in just one year, he was injured like this by the white fat man, and the way of cultivation ended completely!

Clenching his fist, his heart was as painful as a knife.

"Master Pang, it's time for the next one." Gu Fenghua reminds a way.

Looking at Zhu Tianxiao, who looks like a bloody man, and seeing the broken pearl between his eyebrows, she has no half sympathy, let alone half pity. Zhu Tianxiao's previous arrogance and arrogance was seen by her own eyes. If it wasn't for Chen Wanqiao, it would not be him, but the two elders of Chang Qiu, who are lying on the ground now.