v2 Chapter 900： Brother, don't kill my mother

The three flying swords transformed into countless sword shadows in the air, condensing into an impenetrable small thousand sword array.

"Those who stand in my way die!"

The middle-aged woman's right hand flashed coldly, and countless bone-piercing nails roared out against the flying sword.

"Stab la la..."

Sparks flew everywhere when the nails and swords collided, and the Xiaoqian sword array was useless under the attack of fearless death.

An old man in brown clothes in Xuanyinmen was hit on the shoulder by a bone-penetrating nail. The middle-aged woman's attack came to him in the blink of an eye, and she slapped him on the chest.

"puff."

The heart of the old man in brown was shattered, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Demon girl, I will fight with you."

Seeing the severe injury suffered by the same sect, the remaining two members of Xuanyin sect showed the look of rabbit death and fox grief. One of them took advantage of the middle-aged woman's old moves and did not have time to change his figure, so he rushed forward desperately and stabbed straight with his sword.

"You have killed my poor daughter, disfigured her, expelled her from the sect, and now you have killed her. I will kill all of you and let everyone in the Xuanyin sect be buried with her."

The middle-aged woman spun half a circle in the air at an incredible speed, avoiding the man's sneak attack, and waved another bone-penetrating nail.

"ah."

The sneak attacker couldn't dodge in time, and was shot into a sieve by the bone-piercing nails rushing towards his face. A mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and he fell to the ground with a crash.

"Uncle."

The blue-clothed young man's eyes were about to burst, he clenched the long sword in his hand, wishing he could peel off the middle-aged woman's skin and cramps to relieve the hatred in his heart.

The middle-aged woman lost her beloved daughter and almost went crazy. She wanted to tear the enemy's heart to shreds. She won a blow without retreating but advancing, desperately throwing herself at her opponent.

"Hmph, looking for death."

The blue-clothed young man's eyes dimmed suddenly, and he shot out a sinister cold light, his hands made seals on his chest, and kept changing directions.

The endless devouring and killing breath roared out from his body, and through the condensation of the seal, it turned into hundreds of skulls.

"Ghost Qi, are you a ghost cultivator?"

The middle-aged woman was surprised to see that the face of the skull changed drastically, and she retreated quickly.

However, it was too late, the skull was as fast as lightning, and surrounded her layer by layer with licking bloodthirsty teeth.

In the thick black ghost atmosphere, there were endless screams.

"No, brother, don't kill my mother."

Wei Zi's soul saw the tragic situation of the middle-aged woman in the air, her heart ached like twists and turns, and she desperately tore off the ecstasy lock, and rushed down.

"Grab her."

Black and white impermanence has been floating in the void like a wandering soul, closely monitoring the movement in the woods.

Surprised that she was running away, Bai Wuchang threw out the snake bone whip without even thinking about it, and entangled her like a swimming snake.

"call."

A fiery spark appeared across the sky, burning down the spikes at the front of the snake bone whip.

"brush!"

At the same time, a sharp sword light cut through the void, and with an irresistible force of thunder, the blue-clothed youth was blasted a hundred meters away.

"hiss."

Bai Wuchang trembled in shock, subconsciously withdrew his whip.

"puff."

The blue-clothed youth knocked down three big trees one after another, his chest bones were shattered, and he fell to the ground like mud.

The ghostly aura then dissipated, revealing a middle-aged woman who was bitten by a skull, covered in blood, and looked like a mummy.

"mother."

Wei Zi's soul wailed and rushed towards her mother. Although there was no substantial contact, the middle-aged woman still felt the approach of the soul, and burst into tears instantly.

"Zi'er, is that you? My daughter, my poor daughter."

"Mom, I was wrong, it's all my fault."

Wei Zi's soul was in pain like a twist: "I shouldn't have believed in senior brother, it was I who harmed you."

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