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Chapter 162 She is only 200 years old, she wants to make money, what is her crime?(2/2)

In the battle that destroyed Hongtian City, Zou Tianchang sacrificed his life for one of Li Chao's arms and died. You Shijin escaped, and naturally he and Tianshen Palace were fighting to the death.

He had originally thought of using the Kamesen-ryu system like the old palace master of Xiaoyao Palace to re-establish a small sect with only martial arts inheritance, hiding weapons in his body and waiting for the right moment. Who would have thought that the right moment would come so quickly.

After receiving the flyer from Wanxiang Tower, Yu Shijin laughed three times and rushed to his hometown as quickly as possible. At this time, he was standing next to Yang Gui, his face full of evil: "Hahahaha, Pei San, you bitch

Thief, is there still today?"

Xiaoyao Palace Ding Rongfei also said coldly: "Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded, Pei San, your retribution has come today!"

"You two trash can pay me back?" Pei San's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his whole person looked like a crazy beast, erupting with terrifying power, and "swish" two knives towards Ding Rongfei and You.

Shi Jin was thrown in.

"this!"

The speed of the flying knives was far beyond that of the strong men in the virtual realm. Their body movements could not keep up with their thoughts at all. They could not move their bodies and could only watch helplessly as death approached.

Pei San is so powerful, killing people like them who have entered the virtual realm is no different from killing the innate golden elixir, it's just one move.

But just when the flying knife was about to pass through the crowd and kill Ding Rongfei and You Shijin, a black and gold Tai Chi diagram suddenly appeared in front of the flying knife, and the two flying knives were involved in it, and they followed the Tai Chi like swimming fish.

Picture swimming.

"Pei San, you dare to do something in front of me, don't you take me seriously?"

Zhang Sanfeng flicked his sleeves and robe, the Tai Chi diagram rotated rapidly, and two flying knives shot out.

"Hey, that's..."

Pei San reached out to catch the two flying knives. Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed.

He felt that the power on the two flying knives was like a tortoise and a snake. Although the explosion was not strong, it was constantly consuming the power of his world until it completely disappeared.

In the power of the world contained in these two flying knives, he seemed to see the birth and death of a world.

"ha!"

Pei San sat down on his horse, with veins popping up in his hands. He roared and poured in the power of his world, which wiped out Zhang Sanfeng's path. When he grabbed two flying knives and spread his hands, there were already two in his hands.

A small red dot as bright as blood.

Although Pei San's action of sheathing the sword was very subtle, the person present was also a strong man in the virtual realm. He was born thirty miles away, so his eyes were sharp.

"Injured!"
Chapter completed!
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