Wen Xuean was sent flying by the slap and rolled twice on the ground.
Zhao WuXian stared at him and said coldly,"You've lived for so long, yet you don't even know how to read people's faces. Have you lived like a dog?"”
Wen Xuean had lost both his arms and could only struggle to get up. He opened his mouth and spat out seven or eight teeth.
His mouth immediately swelled up.
A clear red palm print could be seen.
He was not an ordinary Jianghu person, but the son of the court official Wen Zhang, who had been promoted along with Cai Jing.
He had lived a luxurious life since he was young and was extremely talented in martial arts. He had been taught by the Primordial Thirteen Limits.
The nickname he gave himself was the seventh in the world.
It was obvious how ambitious and arrogant this person was.
But now, he was in a sorry state. After losing his arm, he was even slapped?
It was unbearable.
He was furious.
"You dare to slap my face? You haven't even beaten my father!"
Wen Xuean's eyes were bloodshot.
He turned to Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Handican and roared,""You three trash, what are you still standing there for!”
His handsome face was distorted, and his eyes were about to spit fire, like a malicious ghost.
"Catch him! I want to skin him alive, eat his flesh, and drink his blood!”
Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Handican looked at each other.
Although they were both fellow disciples, Wen Xue 'an's status was slightly higher than theirs.
He was injured now.
If they didn't make a move, not only would Wen Xuean be jealous, the Primordial Thirteen Limits wouldn't let them off easily either.
The three of them split into three directions and pressed forward in tacit understanding.
"With just you guys?"
Zhao WuXian's anger grew, but his eyes gradually turned cold, and killing intent gathered.
The three of them practiced the Great Opening and Great Fusion Divine Technique. They were considered experts who had made a name for themselves in the martial world.
But in Zhao WuXian's eyes, they were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.
"You three, hurry up and attack. What are you hesitating for?”
Wen Xuean berated sternly.
"Kill them!"
He noticed that although Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Handican were walking forward, they were still walking.
But he didn't walk fast.
Every step he took felt like he was bearing the pressure of a mountain.
He moved slower than a snail.
"In the martial world, one can't help oneself."
"But sometimes, you still have to be a little tactful.”
After Primordial Thirteen fell into the demonic path, birds of a feather flock together, and the disciples he taught were mostly sinister and cunning people.
Wen Xuean was stronger than them, but he had already been defeated by Zhao WuXian. If they attacked, wouldn't they be sending themselves to death?
Therefore, the three of them did not really want to make a move.
In fact, Zhao WuXian's gaze could make the three retreat instead of advancing.
Moreover, he retreated further than he advanced.
Wen Xuean was instantly speechless, and his eyes were about to pop out.
There was only one green plant in his heart now.
F * ck!
"Zhao Lang, that old fellow is here. Leave these few people to us!”Wang Yuyan suddenly said.
Zhao WuXian nodded slightly.
The reason why he didn't attack Situ Can, Sima Fei, and Sikong Handican was because he was locked onto by a fierce aura.
From the corner of his eye, the tall Primordial Thirteen Limits had his hands behind his back as he walked over from the courier station.
Sword Monk Xiao, Wu Qing, and Coldblood could not stop him at all.
Because they were first stopped by the other six disciples of the Thirteen Primordial Limits, the six people collectively known as the Six Directions Azure Dragons.
Yu Chuntong and the other alliance experts attacked together.
At the relay station, there were flashes of swords and sabers, filled with dense killing intent.
In fact.
Even without the "Six Directions Azure Dragon", Yu Chuntong, and the others.
Sword Monk Xiao, Wu Qing, and the others couldn't stop Primordial Thirteen Limits.
He walked over step by step.
With every step he took, his aura increased.
Golden light flowed around his body, like the setting sun rising again, illuminating the surroundings.
His footsteps sounded like drums.
Every step he took.
The earth shook once.
The might of a grandmaster could move mountains and rivers, changing the weather.
"Hahaha, my master is here. You're dead!”
Wen Xuean laughed in anger.
"Master, quickly kill them for me.”
Primordial Thirteen Limits only glanced at him.
His aura was rising like a golden sun that illuminated the world.
Losing his arms, Wen Xuean had already gone crazy.
He didn't realize that the gaze Thirteen Primordial Limits was looking at him with was pity, regret, and coldness.
A person with crippled arms.
What qualifications did she have to be his disciple?
Ever since Primordial Thirteen Limits had mastered the [Heartbreaking Divine Arrow] and killed the woman he loved the most, he had become heartless.
Wen Xuean had forgotten about this.
Otherwise, he would definitely run away now, the further the better.
Because he relied on his family's power and martial arts to do many bad things.
There were many people who wanted to kill him.
Wen Xuean glared at Zhao WuXian,"I want to cut you into pieces!"
He then looked at Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing and said,""You two b * tches, do you really think he can protect you? My master is a grandmaster, only one step away from the Celestial Realm. When I dig out your immortal bones, I'll definitely make you beg for death!”
Zhao WuXian glanced at him. His cold expression was like he was looking at a dead man.
Wang Yuyan felt disgusted. She had never felt such a strong killing intent before. She said hatefully,"I want to kill this person with my own hands!”
Mu Wanqing nodded heavily.
She was also disgusted.
Such people were polluting the air.
"Perfect," Zhao WuXian said,"I can test this sword to see if it's fast enough!"”
He touched his waist.
He took off the snakeskin sheath around his waist.
A soft purple sword was shining in the dusk.
Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing felt a piercing sharpness.
"This is…"
"I found Senior Dugu's Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword in the deep valley.”
"It's just that it seems a little ominous. I wonder if Lady Yuyan likes it?" Zhao WuXian smiled.”
The Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword was three feet long and lustrous purple. The blade was soft, but it could cut through iron like mud, and it was extremely sharp.
There were two seal characters on the hilt with golden threads. They were the two characters of Ziwei.
When Wang Yuyan saw the sword, her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise.
Was this the sword that Mister Zhao said was suitable for her?
The purple flexible sword was noble and elegant.
It could usually be hidden in the belt, which was really suitable for women to protect themselves.
But wasn't this Violet Myrtle Flexible Sword thrown into the deep valley by Senior Dugu?
Perhaps he had fallen on a cliff.
Perhaps it fell into the valley and sank into the sand.
Could it be that Mister Zhao had stayed in the valley for so long and even made his clothes tattered and miserable just to find this sword for her?
Wang Yuyan seemed to see Zhao WuXian running through the forest, floating in the deep valleys and streams, looking for a sword for her.
He must have seen her jealous and felt sad, so he specially went to look for the sword, right?
He treated her too well.
Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes blinked, and a layer of mist covered them.
She wiped her tears gently. She was happy, touched, and filled with joy.
"I like it. As long as it's given to me by my husband, even if it's just a blade of grass, I like it!"”
Wen Xuean's eyes widened as he gritted his teeth.
"Dog couple!"
Can't the two of you tell the situation?
Showing off their affection was too much!
He saw the cold beauty crying and smiling for Zhao WuXian, so jealous that he wanted to kill them.
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