Chapter 927: Really Beaten Into a Pig’s Head

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Yue Pingjian was horrified and wanted to change his tactics and use all his strength. However, at this moment, his mind suddenly became chaotic. All kinds of completely different feelings such as anger, sorrow, sadness, joy, etc. poured into his heart. He wanted to cry but also couldn't. I want to laugh, but my entire mental space is completely confused.

Ling Chuxi was merciless and immediately used the first of Cangyuan's Seven Swords, and also used the Sword Heart Breaking Soul Technique. Even the descendants of ancient families like Gong Xi Kuang Dao would be disturbed by the Soul Breaking Technique of Sword Heart if they were careless, let alone Yue Pingjian. Although the panacea can improve his true energy, it cannot improve his state of mind. When it comes to his state of mind, he doesn't know how much worse it is than Gong Xi's Crazy Sword.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..." Yue Pingjian finally woke up, but was awakened by a series of crisp crackling sounds.

Immediately afterwards, there was a stinging pain on his face, as if being pricked by countless fine needles, piercing the skin, penetrating into the blood vessels, and penetrating into the bone marrow.

Ling Chuxi struck Yue Pingjian's face mercilessly with one sword after another. The last blow used all her strength to send him flying away.

Boom, Yue Pingjian fell heavily to the ground, but he couldn't feel the pain on his body at all. A heart-piercing pain shot through his face. Yue Pingjian wanted to scream loudly, but to his horror, he found that he couldn't even shout a single word. If he didn't come out, he could only whimper with all his strength.

Subconsciously touching his face, he realized that one head had swollen into two sizes. As soon as his hand touched it, he felt even more excruciating pain.

Yue Pingjian was rolling on the ground in pain and kept howling and whimpering. For the first time in his life, he realized that pain can be so painful that it can make people wish to die. Unfortunately, the long sword in his hand has long been unknown. No matter where you fly, you won't even die.

Seeing Yue Pingjian's tragic situation, everyone in the Jindan Sect didn't have the slightest pity. They just felt happy. If he hadn't had such dirty thoughts, how could Ling Chuxi have done such a cruel thing.

Refreshing, refreshing! Lan Xinyu's face was full of excitement. She liked watching Ling Chuxi torture others the most, it was even more satisfying than doing it herself.

Wei Zhixuan broke into a cold sweat. He thought that he was miserable enough last time, and Yue Pingjian was even worse than him. At least he was not slapped in the face.

But the strange thing is, why do I still feel a little pleasure in watching Yue Pingjian being tortured? This feels so weird.

"Curse, curse!" Yue Pingjian's mouth finally came out with a hoarse and vague cry for help. If he hadn't been standing close, no one would have heard clearly that he was calling for help.

At this time, Yue Pingjian was already exhausted, and no trace of his previous high spirits could be seen anymore. His hair was disheveled, his legs were twitching, his face was swollen like a pig's head and there were blood marks on the ground, and his long gown was also torn while rolling. Turned into rags, he was even more embarrassed and miserable than the beggars on the street.

"Who are you, how dare you make trouble in our Liuyun Sect?" At this time, a fat middle-aged woman and two old men in simple robes came from a distance and shouted at everyone. The two old men were dressed simply, but with fluttering sleeves, they had a majestic air about them.

"Uncle Yue, Elder He!" As soon as Yan Rusong saw one of the old men, he secretly complained in his heart, why did this old man come so early and so late, but he came at this time.

That's right, the old man at the head is none other than Yue Pingjian's father, Yue Qingjie. Although Yue Qingjie was usually fair in his dealings, there was no way he could just laugh it off when his son was beaten like this.

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