This person is too murderous

Poof

The broken sword fragment penetrated his throat, and blood spurted out.

With a bang, the body fell heavily, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The eighth-level peak warrior, die!

"Kill the warrior and plunder 1 life element."

"Jiang Daoming, how dare you!" The Twelve Kings were frightened and stood up directly, their bodies trembling.

This is not scary, this is angry.

He held a banquet to summon his martial arts colleagues, really wanting to test Jiang Daoming and even humiliate him.

However, he never expected that Jiang Daoming would dare to kill his people in front of him.

The Jianghu warriors present are all his guests, this is a slap in his face!

Jiang Daoming looked indifferent: "Your Majesty, the world is not something you can get involved in."

"Are you threatening me?" the Twelve Kings said coldly.

"Compared with King Jiangling, you are far behind." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "If you really want to avenge King Jiangling, I will use any method, but if you do some deeds under the guise of revenge, I will only It would be shameless!”

"Hahaha." The Twelve Kings laughed loudly, and his eyes became colder and colder: "What a Jiang Daoming, he is really lawless, even I don't take him seriously, I will definitely report to the emperor brother, and take away your palace The position of the Lord.”

"If the prince has the ability, feel free to take it." Jiang Daoming said disdainfully.

"Do you really think Brother Seventh Prince can protect you?"

The Twelve Kings said coldly: "You, the master of the Demon Slayer Palace, are just a nameless person. You are alone and no one can help you."

"This palace master does not need help." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "Your Majesty, enough nonsense."

"What, you want to take action?" The Twelve Kings said coldly.

The warriors present stood up one after another, but Mo Xiuping did not stand up and remained sitting, as if he had nothing to do with it.

Yang Xuantian looked helpless and stood up reluctantly, his eyes wandering and looking to the side.

"My palace master really wants to take action." Jiang Daoming held the wine gourd and sighed: "Unfortunately, my palace master agreed and allowed you seven days, and there are still six days left."

The Twelve Kings were silent, and the warrior of Moyun Sect said coldly: "Palace Master Jiang, the prince is kind enough to host a banquet for you, but you have repeatedly refused to give me face, and even killed people. Today I want an explanation."

"Come." Jiang Daoming raised his right palm slightly: "I will tell you who is coming!"

The warriors looked at each other, but no one made a move.

The warriors of Moyun Sect twitched their faces, and the twelve kings gritted their teeth, but no one dared to step forward.

Dozens of eighth-level warriors could only watch helplessly, even if they were extremely angry.

"What, don't you want to explain again?" Jiang Daoming sneered coldly.

Still no one moved. Lu Hongyi, the leader of the martial arts alliance, looked at his nose and heart, as if he didn't hear anything.

The gap was too big, and he, a ninth-level warrior, couldn't catch a single move. If he just hit it hard, he would end up with a corpse on the ground.

"If no one wants to explain, the master of this palace will leave." Jiang Daoming said again.

Still no one came forward.

The two doors sneered coldly, walked out and said disdainfully: "Everyone here is rubbish!"

"you……"

"Um?"

As soon as the warriors opened their mouths, Jiang Daoming stopped and they all shut up again.

Mo Xiu's skin twitched. Although Jiang Daoming scolded him, he could only endure it.

"Are you worthy of being called a hero? A hot-blooded man? You are not as good as a bunch of women!"

Jiang Daoming snorted coldly, left the banquet, and soared into the sky.

"Damn it!"

The Twelve Kings roared, and the sound of anger resounded throughout the entire house.

"Your Majesty, calm down." Zhang Wanlin said quickly.

"Calm down?" The Twelve Kings snorted angrily, took a deep breath, and could only suppress their anger: "Let someone clean it up and give it a good burial."

He could only endure it. Jiang Daoming could disdain these warriors, but he couldn't.

Although I wanted to yell in my heart, these people are really useless.

Before, each one was more arrogant than the other, bragging about how awesome they were and so on.

You are so powerful, yet you fight Jiang Daoming!

They all call you rubbish and bitches, but each and every one of them actually endured it. Are you so strong in enduring it?

"Your Majesty, I am not feeling well, please go ahead." Mo Xiuping stood up and cupped his hands.

He was the only one present who did not stand up. If he stayed here, he would be targeted.

"Come here, send off the Taoist Master on my behalf." The twelve kings said.

Many warriors sat down again, and the warriors of Moyun Sect cupped their hands and said: "My lord, all martial arts disciples, there is no need to be angry. If Tairuo allows him to perish, he must first let him become rampant. The crazier Jiang Daoming is, the closer his death will be."

"That's right. God's madness brings misfortune to man's madness. We are almost ready to let him run rampant these days." Mo Qinghai said coldly.

The Twelve King's expression softened slightly: "We can't let Jiang Daoming ruin our interest. I'm going to twist off the head of a dying man and use him as a chamber pot!"

"Your Majesty will get his wish," the warriors said one after another.

Yang Xuantian said nothing. The ability of this group of people to comfort themselves was really better than the last.

It makes sense to say that crazy weather brings rain and crazy people bring misfortune.

But when is Jiang Daoming not crazy?

People are still alive and well despite being so crazy, don’t you have any idea?

Yang Xuantian was really not optimistic about this group of people. He thought he was sure of victory and wanted to hold a banquet in advance to humiliate Jiang Daoming, but he was humiliated.

How ridiculous!

He wanted to leave but couldn't.

other side.

Mo Xiuping had just walked out of the house. Not long after he walked, a figure blocked his way, it was Jiang Daoming.

"Master Jiang." Mo Xiuping cupped his hands and said, "Are you waiting for Pindao?"

"Wudang and Emei are also participating?" Jiang Daoming said indifferently: "Your sect is not in Xuanzhou."

"Infinite Heavenly Lord." Mo Xiuping bowed his head and said, "I am just here for the banquet, not for the master of the palace. Wudang and Emei will not participate, but Buddhism will."

"Buddhism?" Jiang Daoming said calmly: "Daxia cooperates with Buddhism, and Buddhism has almost become a state religion. They don't stand for Daxia, but they still care about Jianghu?"

"The foundation of Buddhism lies in Jianghu." Mo Xiuping said.

Jiang Daoming asked: "What about the foundation of the sect?"

"The foundation of the Taoist sect lies in oneself." Mo Xiuping gave a slight salute and said: "The poor Taoist will leave for Tianshan Mountain. Master, if we are destined to meet you again, I hope to meet you again. You have gathered three flowers at the top and five qi are rising to your vitality."

"Why are you going to Tianshan Mountain?" Jiang Daoming frowned.

"The war is about to begin. Under the orders of the Taoist sect, I went to the Tianshan Mountains to resist the demon master of the Southern Wilderness who wanted to cross the border."

Mo Xiuping said calmly: "I heard that the master of the palace knows Tianshan Zhu Hongyan. I wonder if I can introduce him to him?"

"Zhu Hongyan has left, you can go find her, but I cannot guarantee whether she will help you." Jiang Daoming said: "Moreover, Zhu Hongyan is just an abandoned disciple of Tianshan, and there will be a lot of trouble if she returns to Tianshan. "

"Thank you very much, Palace Master." Mo Xiuping thanked him and waved his whisk lightly: "When I come back, I will have a drink with the Palace Master."

"The master of this palace is curious, is this trip to the Tianshan Mountains ordered by Emperor Xia, or is the Taoist sect going on its own?" Jiang Daoming asked.

"There are no restrictions in Taoism. It all depends on oneself." Mo Xiu said with a smile: "There is a saying that is good. Master leads you into the door. Cultivation depends on the individual, while Taoism depends on oneself."