Chapter 3380 The Leader’s Little Ancestor Who Wears Books 32

The long sword in a person's hand flew into his hand.

This time he became more careful when handing the sword.

Luo Liyan picked it up and became cautious.

The scene was a bit funny, like some kind of ritual was going on.

In fact, it was not that Luo Liyan's strength was too weak, but that the sword Shangguan Zizuo was made of thousand-year-old black iron and had passed through the hands of successive demon sect leaders.

The weight is extraordinary.

When she turned around again, she saw Fu Wenhao looking at her ferociously.

And the group of people behind him, because he didn't move, were holding their weapons tightly and stood there like wooden figures.

Luo Liyan could see deep fear in their eyes, and a slight urge to escape.

In fact, none of them knew that with their strength, if they fell into the hands of the leader of the Demon Cult, they could only end up sacrificing their blood to the sword.

But it happened that the leader was a relative of the martial arts leader. If they ran away, no matter what happened to Fu Wenhao, they would all be enmity with Luoxia Villa.

From now on, in the righteous path of martial arts, the entire sect will be marginalized.

The sword in Luo Liyan's hand turned over and pointed at Fu Wenhao.

His eyes instantly burst out with devouring anger.

Like a husband who catches a girl and fucks her.

Ha...it looks like he really regards the original owner of this body as his property.

But neither the original owner of the body nor himself had the slightest interest in him.

The two men's weapons collided.

There was a loud noise, and the people behind Fu Wenhao also wanted to take action.

But an internal force came over them, and they knelt on the ground before even raising their hands.

Some who were weak in martial arts even spurted out blood.

Luo Liyan used the skills of the original owner of her body to deal with Fu Wenhao very casually.

Now I was distracted again and went to see those people.

So much so that Fu Wenhao took advantage of it and stabbed her heart directly with his sword.

Feeling the sword energy, Luo Liyan subconsciously wanted to hide.

But his waist moved a little, but he endured it forcefully.

Should she hide or not? !

If he hid, with Shangguan Zizuo's eyes being so poisonous, he would most likely be exposed.

But if he didn't hide... he wouldn't be hurt.

However, he couldn't guarantee whether Fu Wenhao was still alive or not.

Luo Liyan was struggling when she felt an arm suddenly cross her waist and pull her into a warm embrace.

The long sword in Shangguan Zizuo's hand resisted Fu Wenhao's attack, seemingly casually.

But the murderous intent on Fu Wenhao's face suddenly froze, and the long sword in his hand became knotted and broken.

He took two steps back and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

Then he knelt directly on the ground.

"My people can hurt you, but it's not your life that will hurt you!" Shangguanzi Zhuo's cold voice reached everyone's ears.

He seems arrogant and arrogant, and doesn't make any sense.

But Luo Liyan's heart pounded like a deer.

"Seniors can be killed, but not beheaded!"

Those people gritted their teeth and struggled to get up from the ground.

Fu Wenhao also struggled twice, but in the end he fell heavily to the ground.

Luo Liyan put her head against Shangguan Zizhuo's chest and heard his contemptuous sneer.

Then a black inner force was swung out from the sword. Not to mention those who were still standing, even those who were lying on the ground and did not get up were also severely injured.