Chapter 1531

Zhao Sen raised his head slightly, looked at Song Fei with absolute arrogance and said, "are you the culprit of the sneak attack on younger martial sister Xue? Hand over your flying sword and break your arms. If you can make my younger martial sister happy, you may be able to die more comfortably. As for you, Xue Changle, for the sake of your classmates, kill yourself."

Even with psychological preparation, when the other party really said this sentence, Xue Changle's face changed greatly and shouted, "elder martial brother Zhao, it's elder martial sister Xue who peeps at this fellow flying sword. I hope you handle it fairly and don't listen to one side."

Hearing the speech, Zhao Sen snorted coldly and looked at Xue Changle: "Xue Changle, you have done something bad and still want to argue. I have full evidence that you have cooperated with outsiders to rob younger martial sister Xue's flying sword. At the moment, you still bite back. It seems that you don't feel happy enough to die."

Song Fei pulls Xue Changle back to him. Song Fei has met too many similar people in his life. From Zhao Sen's eyes, Song Fei has seen everything. Where does the other party come to preside over justice? It is clear that Xue Yiyi's helper came to kill and seize treasure. Xue Changle's argument is just a joke in the other party's eyes.

Being pulled back by Song Fei, Xue Changle still didn't realize Song Fei's intention and continued to say loudly: "don't ask for nothing, don't ask for right and wrong, you people don't deserve to be disciples of Qingtian sword sect. Zhao Sen, as a member of the law enforcement hall, you treat the guild rules like nothing. You'll come to a bad end sooner or later."

"Have you scolded enough?" Zhao Sen snorted coldly. "If you scolded enough, go to hell."

A fairy sword flew out of Zhao Sen's back in an instant. It turned out to be a flying sword with medium-grade Taoist tools. Although there were many top-grade Taoist tools and top-grade Taoist tools in Song Fei's flying sword, Song Fei was surprised that a disciple of Yuanying realm could fight with medium-grade Taoist tools.

When did Optimus sword sect have such a great background.

A cold light flashed from Zhao Sen's eyes. For a person with experience in killing and seizing treasure, he must start quickly and ruthlessly.

There were bursts of sneers on his face. Zhao Sen drove the flying sword in his hand to hang Xue Changle in an instant. Although Xue Changle is a disciple of his sect, he died and can plant it for Song Fei. No matter whether he can take Song Fei in a short time, he is not afraid of being known by others, and even if the other party is an expert, You can also mobilize sect experts to encircle and suppress with Xue Changle's death.

Zhao Sen's ruthlessness and cunning were seen by Song Fei. He couldn't help shaking his head. This son is the best choice regardless of his ingenuity and talent. Unfortunately, his mind is not right.

Xue Changle looked at Zhao Sen's flying sword and hanged himself. He knew that he would die. He sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't even want to resist.

As Zhao Sen's fellow disciple, Xue Changle knows the strength of the other party too well. No matter how he resists, he has no chance to get lucky.

"When!" the sound of metal knocking came from Xue Changle's ear. Xue Changle opened his eyes in surprise, but found a flying sword in front of him. It was the flying sword in Song Fei's hand that he had seen before.

Xue Changle was completely stunned by the sudden surprise. He turned his head and looked at Song Fei in disbelief. He was surprised and said, "you can resist Zhao Sen's sword."

Zhao Sen's face has completely lost his previous pride, but the whole face has cooled down. The other party can resist his attack with a fairy sword. That's not the first level of the spirit realm that Xue still says.

Zhao Sen snorted coldly, "boy, I can't see that you dare to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. But what's the matter? No matter how strong you are today, you will die in the relics of wulingzong."

Song Fei's top-grade Dao ware really makes Zhao Sen greedy. Although he has middle-grade Dao ware, it is one product different, and the price is a hundred times different. Moreover, Zhao Sen has enough confidence to get each other's Dao ware.

Xue Yiyi is watching coldly. Although Zhao Sen has a small chance of getting the top-grade Taoist instrument, she is still sure to come over the original middle-grade Taoist instrument in Zhao Sen's hand by her own means, and the price is just the life of a stranger. For Xue Yiyi, it is really a trivial thing.

Zhao Sen said coldly, "brothers, don't dream too much at night. Let's go."

Several people nodded very tacitly, and then used their magic power to jointly drive the Dao instrument flying sword in Zhao Sen's hand. Even so, they can't completely drive the middle Dao instrument.

However, for ordinary friars, even the first level of Yuanying like Zhao Sen, one Yuanying plus more than a dozen later stages of Lingjing are enough to deal with it.

The sword light shrouded Song Fei. Zhao Sen shouted, "don't keep your hand. Kill him."

Song Fei's face is still as calm as water and can't see the slightest waves. This chest has a full expression, which makes Zhao Sen's heart have no bottom. However, at this moment, no matter how strong the other party is, Zhao Sen has no room to stop.

The flying sword in his hand hanged upward and instantly broke the fairy sword in Zhao Sen's hand. The flying sword swam among the people. At the next moment, bursts of wailing came from the crowd.

Everyone, including Zhao Sen, was easily shot down by Song Fei. The next moment, they found that their bodies couldn't move.

Xue Changle stared at all this. The scene in front of him had broken his imagination, but the next moment Xue Changle reacted and shouted to Song Fei, "leave people under the sword."

Song Fei turned his head, looked at Xue Changle and said, "do you want me to spare them?"

Xue Changle clenched his teeth and said, "please don't kill them. For the sake of saving you, let them live."

Song Fei stared at Xue Changle's eyes and saw that Xue Changle was a little hairy. After a while, he said faintly: "you know, if I let them go, there will be more powerful experts, and you Xue Changle may also die."

Xue Changle was silent. Song Fei's words hit his heart. Although Xue Changle was kind, he would not agree to exchange his life for Zhao Sen.

Xue Changle sighed, "well, let me leave first. I don't want to see my classmate die in front of me."

Song Fei said with a smile, "you have a sense of belonging to Qingtian sword sect. It's rare for Qingtian sword sect to have disciples like you."

Song Fei's affirmation is the greatest affirmation for anyone of Qingtian sword sect. In a word, Xue Changle is destined to soar to the sky. If you let Lao long break his sword and these ancestors in Xue Changle's heart hear it, they will be very excited, and then hold Xue Changle in their hands.

However, Xue Changle's ears at the moment don't agree. If Lao long said this, he would be excited. Unfortunately, Song Fei in front of Xue Changle is just a casual practice.

"I'm leaving." Xue Changle sighed. He didn't expect that Song Fei's hand climbed onto his shoulder again and said, "I can't go. I promise you to let one of them go."