I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Chapter 305: Pretending, right?

"This...is this a strange fire? There is actually a strange fire in this pot?" Even the well-informed direct descendant of the Tang family, the little fat man was stunned at this moment.

It doesn't matter that the iron pot's defense is ridiculously strong.

There is actually a strange fire. How extravagant is it to put the strange fire into the pot instead of absorbing it yourself? ? ?

Uncle Liu swallowed involuntarily and stared at the flames on the iron sword that were fighting against the evil spirit with extremely hot eyes:

"Purple, with the power of thunder, this is purple thunder fire."

Purple Thunder Fire, according to the information from Mingyue Trading Company, it is clear that it is only found under the Blazing Cliff of Chitian Sect in Qingyun Prefecture.

And Ning Ruan is a disciple of Chitian Sect.

She can bring out purple thunder fire, which is outrageous, but also reasonable.

"Purple Thunder Fire...no wonder it can restrain this sword."

Muyuan was not in a hurry to step forward now.

Compared with the strangeness of the sword, he was obviously more frightened by the strange fire on the sword.

If he accidentally got a little bit of this, I'm afraid even he would suffer a little.

Ning Ruan held the pot and raised her voice toward the outside of the hall: "Wu Deyu? If you don't come in, the sword you worked so hard to raise will fall into my hands today."

"..."

"What the hell? Wu Deyu? The sword he raised?" The little fat man looked like he had seen a ghost. "Miss Ning, are you wrong? Wu Deyu is only in the sixth realm. I am very sure that he is definitely not an old man who hides his cultivation. The monster, the person who raised the sword, how could it be him?”

"It wasn't true before, but after entering the secret realm under the sea, it's not certain whether he is still an old monster, right Wen Yun?"

Ning Ruan's face didn't change, and another name slowly came out of her mouth.

And these two names are all unfamiliar to the monks such as Xiaoyao Xianweng who are silent and just want to escape from here.

Wu Deyu, they still have some impressions.

It was this person who led them to the underwater ruins.

Even breaking the barrier relied on this person's skills.

If he hadn't been stabbed by this bloody sword, Wu Deyu would have been within their chance.

How could that kind of skill be monopolized by a Six Realm casual cultivator?

"Ha ha……"

The cold laughter echoed throughout the hall.

"I really didn't expect that I had been planning for thousands of years... but in the end, a little monk from the Western Region saw through..."

"I think I concealed it very well, but I really can't figure out how on earth you suspected me of having sex with you?

Is it just because of that technique? But Wen Yun from a thousand years ago did not know this technique. How on earth did you connect us? "

...how to contact?

You’ve read too many novels, can’t you guess it right away?

Of course, the most important thing is that the moment Wu Deyu used his skills to break the barrier, she could even smell Wen Yun's unique blood demon evil aura.

Is there any need to guess?

"Hahaha... well, now that I have shown up, it doesn't matter how you knew it.

Today, even if you follow this ancient sect to rest at the bottom of the sea, it will not be considered as wronging you.

After all, there were still three eleventh realm experts buried with him. "

Following the sound from the Western Zhou Dynasty in the main hall, the sound fell.

The blood sword, which was still wrapped in flames, suddenly returned to its original appearance.

at the same time.

‘Wu Deyu’ walked slowly from outside the palace.

Stand with your hands behind your back.

The terrifying pressure from the strong men of the Thirteenth Realm made everyone breathless.

With every step he takes.

Then one monk vomited blood and fell down.

Even Uncle Liu and the other three, who are strong men in the eleventh realm, have no power to fight back at this moment.

Ning Ruan could clearly hear that her heartbeat was gradually becoming slower.

It seems that the next moment, it will stop beating.

can not breathe.

All the bones in the body were creaking.

"What's the use of exposing me?

Merely in the Western Region, you are too weak.

If I want you to die, I only need to raise my hand to take your life, and no one can stop me..."

Ning Ruan was half lying on the ground.

Listening to the sarcasm of 'Wu Deyu' above, he spoke with difficulty:

"You could have killed us while we were in that cave, so why didn't you do it?"

"Wouldn't it be a pity to kill you? The three of you are different from those wastes. One of you has the sword power with the sixth level of cultivation. The other is born with a spirit that is far beyond ordinary people. And you, even more so, have the western level of cultivation. Learned the art of flying sword.

Originally I was still hesitating about who to choose, but now I am sure.

You seem to have more secrets than them and have better luck than them.

But it doesn’t matter. Once I take away your body, everything about you will be mine.

I can definitely go to that place. "

'Wu Deyu' had a ferocious look on his face, and he immediately reached Ning Ruan...

But at this moment.

Ning Ruan, who should have been dying, was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Suddenly he raised his hand, picked up the iron pot on the side and threw it at 'Wu Deyu'.

"Pervert, you, an old man, took my body away from me, do you want to disgust me to death?"

"You're already dead, why are you resurrecting? You're the only one who can resurrect Jiaduo, right?"

"..."

Ning Ruan's iron pot was smashed several times.

'Wu Deyu', who had the cultivation level of 'Thirteenth Realm', was the first to be hit and disappeared on the spot.

Swah——

Ning Ruan's eyes suddenly changed.

There are no more monks vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

None of them had any trace of being nearly beaten to death by a strong man from the Thirteenth Realm.

I am more confused and doubtful.

The three eleventh realm monks were the first to react.

Mu Yuan's cold face became increasingly gloomy, "Was it an illusion just now?"

Uncle Liu smoothed his sleeves and said, "Obviously yes. It seems that although Senior Wen Yun used some means to become Wu Deyu, his current state seems to be not as good as before."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so exhausted as to play in an illusion.

"..."

Wu Deyu, or Wen Yun, seemed to have completely disappeared.

In the main hall, not only were there no traces of the blood sword.

There was no more smell of Wen Yun.

Ning Ruan took back the iron pot.

Instead, he took off the sword case behind him.

Heading towards a certain corner in the palace.

next moment.

She raised the black sword box high.

In the eyes of everyone who was completely puzzled, he hit it hard...

boom--