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Chapter 55

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The green-robed swordsman hovered in front of them with ease.

He seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

He was surrounded by a faint layer of energy and an indescribably strange aura.

The blade of the sword on his back glowed with a faint red light.

No matter how inexperienced these black-robed cultivators were, they could sense the aura of such an expert.

The black dragon chariot had to stop.

One of the black-robed cultivators said politely, "May I know your name, Your Excellency? Why are you standing in our way? "

The green-robed swordsman turned around slowly.

His facial features were sharp, and he kept smiling. However, there was a strange feeling in his smile that could not be explained.

The green-robed swordsman crossed his arms and said like a gentleman, "I'm sorry."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, it doesn't matter." The black-robed cultivator cupped his fists. "Farewell."

Unfortunately, the green-robed swordsman did not step aside.

He still looked at the black dragon chariot and the black-robed cultivators with a smile.

"I'm sorry."

After the second apology, the atmosphere became even stranger.

The black-robed cultivators saw the sword on his back float up on its own.

Gusts of energy flowed out of the swordsman's body and swirled around the sword.

The black-robed cultivator widened his eyes and said decisively, "Sword Devil? Abandon the chariot and run! "

The black-robed cultivators moved at lightning speed.

They scattered in all directions.

However, the light red longsword split into two, two into four, four into eight …

It shot toward the group of black-robed cultivators.

The rain of swords pierced through the black-robed cultivators.

The green-robed swordsman still had a smile on his face. He crossed his arms and did not look at them after he attacked.

"I'm sorry."

After saying that three times, the green-robed swordsman's figure flickered and disappeared.



Meanwhile.

In the Evil Sky Pavilion on Golden Court Mountain.

When he saw that his master seemed to be thinking about something, Mingshi Yin bowed and said, "Master, the Fiend Temple has retreated.

"Master, the Fiend Temple has retreated. How should we settle the female cultivators of the Derived Moon Palace?"

He could not figure out his master's tricks.

After all, traitors like Ye Tianxin had betrayed their masters and destroyed their ancestors. Logically speaking, they should all be killed.

Lu Zhou did not answer his question immediately. Instead, he turned to look at Little Yuan 'er.

Although the little girl was naive and pure, sometimes, her ideas could be dangerous. So, he tested her and said, "Yuan 'er, tell me."

"Me?"

Little Yuan 'er seemed to be at a loss. She said in a low voice, "Why don't we kill him?"

Cough.

Mingshi Yin coughed and looked at his little junior sister guiltily.

Lu Zhou shook his head. He raised his hand and knocked her head again.

"I understand, Master … I'll let them go now," Little Yuan 'er said with a smile.

"When did I say that I would let them go?"

"Eh …"

At this moment, Mingshi Yin cupped his fists and said, "Master, many parts of the Evil Sky Pavilion have been damaged lately. Many places need to be cleaned up and repaired. Why not make them do hard labor? "

Lu Zhou glanced at Mingshi Yin and pondered for a moment.

What was going on in this guy's head every day?

You're making it seem as if I, the master, am the foreman of a kiln factory.

However …

That was a good idea.

"They'll repair the Evil Sky Pavilion and be sent to the Cave of Reflection. They'll be punished along with Ye Tianxin," Lu Zhou said.

"This disciple will obey Master's orders."

Mingshi Yin seemed to have thought of something. He mustered up his courage and asked, "Master, now that everyone in the Derived Moon Palace has been punished, Ye Tianxin's cultivation base has been destroyed, and the cold air in the Cave of Reflection is biting. If they are locked up for too long, they might lose their lives. Should we …"

Lu Zhou recalled what happened to Ye Tianxin. He raised a hand to interrupt him and said, "Do you sympathize with her?"

"I dare not!" Mingshi Yin panicked. "Ye Tianxin deceived her master and killed her ancestors. She should be punished severely! This is what she deserves! "

"I have my own plans."

"Yes, Master."

Mingshi Yin did not dare to mention Ye Tianxin anymore. He turned around and left.

When he was out of the Evil Sky Pavilion, he took a deep breath and thought, 'Fortunately, Little Junior Sister is here.

Master's temper is not so easy to figure out. '

When he thought of Zuo Xinchan's fate, he shook his head. 'I should not be too ostentatious in the future …'



After Old Fourth left, Duanmu Sheng said, "Master, I haven't recovered from my injuries. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait."

Lu Zhou rose to his feet slowly.

He stopped in front of Duanmu Sheng and fixed his eyes on the chain.

It was indeed made of thousand-year-old cold iron. It was difficult for ordinary weapons to destroy it. A heaven-grade weapon was needed to break the chain. However, Lu Zhou did not seem to have a heaven-grade weapon in his hand. He only had two Deadly Strike Cards.

The question was, could the item cards be used on the chain?

Would it shatter Duanmu Sheng as well?

When he saw that his master's attention was on the cold iron chain, Duanmu Sheng was overjoyed. He bowed and said, "With Master's help, this iron chain is no different from scrap metal!"

"…"

Little Yuan 'er jumped over as well.

She touched the cold iron chain with her little hand and saw a line of small characters on the lock. She muttered, "The words of the Heavenly Sword Sect are engraved on it …"

When Zhou Jifeng heard that, he hurriedly fell to one knee and said, "This … This … This has nothing to do with me!"

Duanmu Sheng glanced at Zhou Jifeng and said, "It's fine. With Master here, even if ten or a hundred more chains come, it's just a matter of a palm strike."

"…"

Lu Zhou finished reading the chain.

His face was calm, and no one could tell what he was thinking.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he turned around and said, "Yuan 'er, help me back."

"Oh."

Duanmu Sheng, "???"

When Lu Zhou and Little Yuan 'er were gone, Duanmu Sheng could not figure out what he had said wrong.

Zhou Jifeng rose to his feet and said awkwardly, "Mister Third … I … I really can't undo this chain!"

Pan Zhong chimed in, "Me neither."

"Get lost."

"Alright."

With that, the two of them ran out of the Evil Sky Pavilion.

Duanmu Sheng scratched his head. 'Perhaps it's because I've withstood many of Zuo Xinchan's attacks with the chain, and Master is trying to help me? Master is a wise man, but he looks stupid. I'd better not speculate about him. '

'That should be it. There's no hurry. I'll just keep it with me.'



In the Fiend Temple.

In the Fiend Temple.

"Sect Leader, the Second Seat is dead after visiting Golden Court Mountain. He found a black dragon chariot eighty miles north of Golden Court Mountain, along with the bodies of 150 of his subordinates. "

After the report, he thought the sect leader would fly into a rage, but to his surprise, he was very calm.

"The Second Seat has reached an agreement with the Clarity Sect for this operation, and he has His Highness's support. They are working together to pressure Golden Court Mountain. I didn't expect this old villain to … "

"Shut up!"

The sect leader's deep voice suddenly exploded in the ears of the reporting subordinate like a clap of thunder.

He was so frightened that he slumped to the ground, his face pale.

"Sect Leader, please calm down! Sect Leader, please calm down! "

"Inform those old geezers from the Clarity Sect … I won't be angry, and I won't take it to heart. The Fiend Temple and the Clarity Sect have always been the same, but … I hope the Clarity Sect can show some sincerity. "

"Yes … yes, yes … I have one more thing to report."

"Speak."

"Yesterday, two experts from the Clarity Sect sparred with the Sword Freak and were seriously injured. I'm afraid they won't be able to meet you, Sect Leader! "

"Get lost!"

Waves of sound rolled out!

The subordinate was so scared that he wet his pants and ran out of the hall.

Cracking sounds rang out from around him as the chairs cracked one by one.

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