Whoops!

The elder holding the sword fell from mid-air with injuries all over his body. He must have managed to push back the Thunder Flame Snake.

"Look at these people

What identity!" His face was gloomy and he said coldly.

Luo Feng hurriedly ordered to go down, but when he lifted the masks of these people, what was revealed were faces full of scars. The scars, at first glance, were new injuries, deliberately left before the attack.

Everyone in Jiange took a breath of air, these people were so ruthless.

boom!

Before it was over, the corpses of the men in black lying on the ground suddenly started to spontaneously combust.

In the blink of an eye, in front of everyone in Jiange, there was only a pile of ashes burned.

"Burn Corpse Pill? These people are all dead warriors!"

Such a horrifying sight made Elder Luo Feng couldn't help but scream in surprise.

"Not many forces in the Great Qin Empire can cultivate so many dead soldiers. These people will always show suspicion."

Not even a shred of evidence was left behind. The mastermind behind it had obviously planned very carefully, and the face of the sword-wielding elder looked a little ugly.

From this point of view, even if you know who did it, you may not be able to retaliate openly.

The disciples of Jiange were talking a lot, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they were a little frightened.

"Take a rest and leave quickly. I have already informed the Jiange sect and sent someone to pick us up."

The elder holding the sword looked around and gave instructions in a deep voice.

After hearing the words, Tang Tong, Xin Jue, Xin Yan and Lin Yun and other Jiange disciples gathered together and rested on the spot with their backs against the ancient trees.

"This trip to the sect is really full of twists and turns."

Wang Zheng sighed softly, the Silent Mountains were already full of dangers, but he never expected that the most dangerous ones would always be the same kind.

He spoke out everyone's thoughts. Now everyone just wants to return to the clan as soon as possible.

"However, this group of people must not have imagined that the more desperate the situation, the more people can break through. Senior Brother Xinjue has mastered the innate sword intention, and the Eighth Young Master is destined to be replaced!"

Tang Tong chuckled softly, and several other people also had smiles on their faces and congratulated him.

In the Great Qin Empire, no one has mastered the innate sword intent yet, at least that's what it seems on the surface.

Lin Yun, who has mastered half of the innate sword intent, is so powerful and terrifying. No one knows how terrifying Xin Jue, who has mastered the complete innate sword intent, will be.

Longmen at the end of the year is destined to shine!

At the thought of this, everyone seemed very excited.

Xin Jue smiled slightly, did not answer, and just looked at everyone calmly.

"Brother, there is something dirty on your forehead."

Xinyan's eyes fell on Xinjue and she laughed softly.

"Wipe it for me."

Xin Jue laughed.

"How old are you? You still want me to help you? Don't be shy. Well, just for once, don't move."

Xinyan teased, took out her handkerchief, and walked forward.

"Hehe, it's clean."

Xinyan's smile was as bright as a flower, but when her eyes fell on the handkerchief, her expression changed slightly.

What was wiped away was not dirt, but blood. Although it was faint, it was very eye-catching on the white handkerchief.

At first, she thought it was someone else's blood, but when she looked up, there was a trace of blood between her eyebrows.

I quickly wiped it again and again, but no matter what, I couldn't wipe it clean.

Such an unusual behavior immediately changed the expressions of others.

Lin Yun, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes, thought of some possibility, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Stop wiping."

Xin Jue reached out to hold Xin Yan's hand and smiled softly: "If the blood is destined to flow out, then let it go. It will not be good if your handkerchief is dirty."

"Brother, don't scare me..."

Xinyan's voice trembled and her expression became panicked.

Lin Yun and others suddenly stood up and immediately gathered around.

I saw Xin Jue, her face was as pale as snow, and a drop of blood slid down from her eyebrows along her nose bone. The blood spread out, like red plum blossoms blooming on a white snowfield, which was as beautiful as a picture.
Chapter completed!