Chapter 750

"Younger martial sister, where are you going..." a male disciple smiled obscene and obscene and walked over to block her way.

Zhong Lingxiu gritted her teeth and endured the pain, trying to reach out and grab her spirit sword.

Another disciple kicked the sword away, put his foot on her wrist and ran over her.

"Ah -" Zhong Lingxiu screamed, his face was as white as a ghost, and tears came out of his eyes.

"She cried... Elder martial brother, be gentle and don't trample our beauty. It's fun to ask her to cooperate later..."

A male disciple squatted down, raised Zhong Lingxiu's chin with his hand and looked at her pure and beautiful face.

"It's so beautiful, senior brother. Min Qinghe really enjoyed it. He received such a beautiful female disciple to serve around..."

"Bah." the tall and strong male disciple spat, kicked Zhong Lingxiu in the abdomen and hit her on the rocks.

"Min Qing had an affair with his apprentice secretly, and lost the face of our lingweizong. Hahaha, today we'll also taste the taste of his female apprentice..."

Two people grabbed Zhong Lingxiu's arm, and the other threw himself on her and tore her collar open.

"Let go of me - let go -" Zhong Lingxiu stared in horror and shouted desperately, "master, help me... Help me..."

"Hahaha, just shout and shout louder. The boundary here is remote, and no disciples will come..."

Zhong Lingxiu struggled frantically, and an abnormal blush appeared on her pale face. She only felt that her hands and feet were soft, and despair arose in her heart.

Why?

Why on earth

She didn't do anything. She hates being hurt like this!

Seeing that she was silent, the male disciple slapped a fan and said, "bitch, call me quickly. Is that how you serve men? Shout quickly!"

With that, he tore Zhong Lingxiu's collar completely, revealing her collarbone and belly pocket.

Zhong Lingxiu closed her eyes and wept, biting her teeth hard. If she was still alive, she must kill these people.

Seeing her look, the male disciple was very angry and scolded: "bitch -"

The male disciple who pressed Zhong Lingxiu's hand swallowed his saliva and reminded him, "elder martial brother, hurry up. It's time to leave the sword tomb later..."

"Hahaha, what's the hurry? I'll have a good time first. You have your share..." the man's hand reached out to Zhong Lingxiu's chest.

Suddenly——

"Ah!" the man screamed, his pupils narrowed sharply, and stared at his hand unbelievably: "my hand - my hand is broken -"

He rolled aside in pain, covered his right hand and cried.

The broken hand rolled to one side, and the blood dyed Zhong Lingxiu's white clothes red, and splashed on her face at the same time.

"Who!" the two male disciples quickly stood up with swords.

Zhong Lingxiu never felt the smell of blood so good. She opened her eyes and looked at the dark sword tomb sky.

Someone came to save her. Finally someone came!

"You are --" the two male disciples looked very ugly and said, "elder Qingdai, why are you here?!"

Pet Yu pulled a sword from the mountain wall and smiled gently, "can't I come here?"

"Elder Qingdai, you should have never seen anything about today, otherwise..." the male disciple threatened, "you will not be able to stay in lingweizong."

With her red lips slightly hooked, her eyes were cold and said, "I always don't like being threatened..."

"And," she pointed her sword at them, "my name is father Hehuan."