Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Don't come here. If you come here again, I will kill him!"

The leader of the Golden Sword Sect, the bearded man, roared and threatened.

When Shi Yun shouted those words, he knew that it was impossible for other sects to help him.

What is the Yanhuang Department? It is the supreme organization in the entire world. No matter what sect you are, you must obey their leadership.

Even if the man and woman in front of him are not from the Yanhuang tribe, their strength is there.

The man who came to kill was just fine, but the woman behind was actually stronger, and she was actually a master in the late stage of transformation.

This level of strength is already greater than that of most of the sect masters present. Only the sect master of the Seven Star Sect can compete with this strength.

"Are you looking for death?"

Ning Xiaolei stopped as he was told and looked at his beard coldly.

The bearded man shook his head: "This Zhang Jiuxuan caused the death of our Tianyun sect to serve as the leader of the village. We were just performing family affairs."

"Since you two are from the Yanhuang tribe, you can't interfere in this kind of thing!"

After hearing this, Shiyun said: "Of course, the Yanhuang Department has no way to interfere with your family affairs, but today you broke into the world, smashed people's shops, and kidnapped employees. I, the Yanhuang Department, must take care of it."

"Master Ding, you did this, please tell the two adults from the Yanhuang tribe!"

The bearded man turned to the master of the Seven Star Gate and brushed himself clean.

The master of the Seven Star Sect frowned, glanced at the bearded man with displeasure, turned to Shiyun and said, "This is something I, the Seven Star Sect, did wrong, and I am willing to be punished by the Yanhuang Department."

"Okay, in that case, let me go first."

Shiyun nodded indifferently and pointed at Zhang Jiuxuan.

"this……"

The leader of the Seven Star Sect was suddenly in a dilemma. According to the prior agreement, if he caught Zhang Jiuxuan, he could become the leader of the alliance.

Even if the Yanhuang tribe punishes him, as long as Zhang Jiuxuan stays here, he can still continue to be the leader of the alliance when he comes back. Otherwise, if he is let go, it is difficult for each faction to find excuses.

"I think you have made a mistake. I am not from the Yanhuang tribe. If you don't let me go today, you have to let me go, otherwise I will go on a killing spree."

Ning Xiaolei suddenly spoke, his tone was cold, and his cold eyes looked at the beard.

Looking at him like this, the bearded man suddenly felt as if he was facing a ferocious beast and was extremely flustered.

But now, even if he lets Zhang Jiuxuan go, he doesn't think the other party will spare him.

After all, all the wounds on Zhang Jiuxuan's body were all caused by him.

If he continues to take Zhang Jiuxuan as a hostage, he may still have a chance of survival. If he is released, he will definitely die.

So no matter what, he would never let Zhang Jiuxuan go.

"A killing spree? Aren't you afraid that I will kill Zhang Jiuxuan first?"

Taking courage, the bearded man said loudly.

Ning Xiaolei sneered: "In front of me, do you think you will have this chance?"

As he spoke, his demonic consciousness quietly penetrated Zhang Jiuxuan and the wooden stake that tied him.

The bearded man was about to retort when he saw Ning Xiaolei opposite him and Zhang Jiuxuan beside him disappear at the same time.

"Where are the people? Where are the people?"

Seeing this scene, the bearded man's expression suddenly changed and he became extremely panicked.

The bargaining chip he relied on to save his life disappeared, and his intuition told him that the next situation would be very bad.

Sure enough, in the surprised eyes of the people around him, Shiyun arrived first, the long sword in his hand flashed, and the sword energy was slashed out.

The bearded man's face changed drastically, and he had no time to dodge, so he used the big knife in his hand to parry.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the broadsword made of refined steel in his hand was cut into two pieces directly in the middle.

But with this buffer time, he reacted and turned sideways to avoid the slash.

The sword energy fell on the ground behind him, cutting a deep crack.

"It's actually sword energy. No, you're not a martial artist?"

The bearded man yelled in anger and fear.