Men are inferior to women

There was a flash in Fang Zhou's eyes, it was now.

He used the sword control technique, forcibly seized control of the spiritual sword of a disciple behind Wang Xiuzhu, and stabbed forward.

"I'll let you see my unique skills... ah!!!"

Wang Xiuzhu hadn't finished speaking when he heard a puff and a sharp pain in his rear hip, and couldn't help but let out a scream.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a disciple behind him stabbing his ass with the spirit sword in his hand.

Gu Daoran welcomes an unexpected guest.

"you you……"

Wang Xiuzhu pointed at the other party, his face contorted with anger, and he was speechless.

This disciple, Hao Ran, was the male disciple who attacked Fang Zhou particularly ruthlessly just now. Fang Zhou didn't target him on purpose, but he hid behind Wang Xiuzhu after he was injured. It was really a coincidence.

The male disciple was also dumbfounded at this time, and hastily explained: "Senior Brother Wang, I didn't mean it, the sword suddenly moved by itself..."

"Snapped!"

Wang Xiuzhu slapped him hard, and cursed angrily: "Li Yinghao, do you think I'm a fool? Get out of here, and I'll settle the score with you later."

Li Yinghao covered his face in grievance, and pulled out the spirit sword.

"what!"

Wang Xiuzhu let out another cry of pain, blood flowing out.

Other disciples came forward to stop Wang Xiuzhu's bleeding.

"Get out, get out!"

Wang Xiuzhu scolded the group of female disciples who were trying to take off his pants, and picked up the spirit sword again.

Fang Zhou asked with concern: "Are you okay? Since you are injured, why don't we stop here?"

Although the trousers were already stained red with blood, Wang Xiuzhu waved his hands with a livid face: "A little injury, it's not a problem. If I don't demolish your huts today, I, Wang Xiuzhu, will write my surname upside down."

He raised the spirit sword again, pointed it at the ark, and said coldly: "I'll let you see my unique skills...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A scream!

Li Yinghao, who hid to the side, unexpectedly released the spirit sword in his hand again uncontrollably, flew over, and pierced Wang Xiuzhu's rear.

Uninvited guests once again ushered in the sheep intestines trail.

Wang Xiuzhu was stabbed so that he fell forward and knelt on the ground, his buttocks were raised, his head was buried in his hands, and his body trembled slightly.

Fang Zhou walked in and was surprised to find out.

He cried.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Li Yinghao ran over in panic: "Senior Brother Wang, I... I really didn't mean to..."

Panicked, he subconsciously pulled out his spirit sword from Wang Xiuzhu's ass.

The spirit sword was pulled out, and blood spurted out, touching Li Yinghao's face all over.

"Ah, no!"

Wang Xiuzhu's face was distorted, and he raised his head to the sky and let out a cry of pain.

"sorry!"

Li Yinghao quickly inserted the spirit sword back.

Chapter 118 118. Is this the ethos of the Heavenly Sword Sect?

"what--"

When Li Yinghao subconsciously inserted the spirit sword back, Wang Xiuzhu let out a bone-piercing cry of pain.

He was so stabbed that he jumped up, he didn't care to pull out the spirit sword again, turned around and grabbed Li Yinghao's collar, and roared: "Are you going to make trouble and kill me in public?!!"

Li Yinghao was sprayed with saliva all over his face, but he didn't dare to wipe it off, he hurriedly argued: "Senior brother Wang, I really didn't do it on purpose, the spirit sword moved by itself..."

"shut up!"

Wang Xiuzhu interrupted him with a stern voice, with a ferocious expression on his face: "Do you think I'm an idiot, Li Yinghao, I know you've always been jealous that my talent is better than yours, and my realm is higher than yours, and that I became a deacon. So you want to take the opportunity to kill me today, to try to usurp the throne, right?"

Li Yinghao was so wronged that he was about to cry: "I am not, I am not, Senior Brother Wang, you have misunderstood me, think about it, I have always been obedient and loyal to you."

Wang Xiuzhu was a little hesitant. Indeed, Li Yinghao usually respects and flatters him like a dog's leg.

Fang Zhou whispered from behind: "If you are loyal, you won't fuck your ass twice."

As soon as he heard the butt, Wang Xiuzhu immediately remembered that Li Yinghao's spirit sword was still stuck in his butt.

His face began to contort again.

"You despicable person, dare to quibble, I will clean up the sect for the sect today."

Wang Xiuzhu held up his spirit sword and was about to cut it down at Li Yinghao. Li Yinghao was so shocked that he even forgot to hide.

The other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples couldn't just sit and watch the fratricide happened, so they rushed forward to persuade and fight.

"Go away, I will kill this shameless guy today."

Wang Xiuzhu looked crazy, and the humiliation of having his ass stabbed twice in public was not so easy to get over.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

Suddenly he shouted, and Li Yinghao, who finally came to his senses, knelt down towards Wang Xiuzhu, tears streaming down his face.

"Ever since I entered the sect, Senior Brother Wang has greeted me with care, and I have kept these things in my heart. I regard you as my own brother and the closest person. I think of you every day, and even dream of you at night. How could it harm you?"

Wang Xiuzhu pushed away the other disciples, walked over, picked up Li Yinghao, and pulled him in front of him.

"It won't harm me, so why stab me twice?"

Faced with Wang Xiuzhu's stern questioning, Li Yinghao raised three fingers and said sadly: "That was not my intention, I can swear to God, if I intentionally hurt you, there will be five thunderbolts from the sky, and you will die."

Immortal cultivators cannot swear casually, there is a possibility that it will come true.

Seeing that Li Yinghao even made such an oath, Wang Xiuzhu couldn't help hesitating. Didn't Li Yinghao really do it on purpose?