Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Nothing is impossible. You are doomed today."

Zhang Jiuxuan attacked faster and harder, attacking with every move, killing every move, heading straight for the vital point.

Seeing that if this continues, the beard will die, an old voice suddenly echoed around him.

"You can't even take down someone weaker than you. It really embarrasses my Golden Sword Sect."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed over like lightning and headed straight towards Zhang Jiuxuan who was fighting against him.

The figure is an old man, carrying a big knife on his back and he is extremely fast.

The aura exuding from his body was stronger than that of the Seven Star Sect's master, and he was already infinitely close to the king's realm.

If he was allowed to take action, Zhang Jiuxuan would definitely not be his opponent.

"Stop!"

Of course, Ning Xiaolei would not just sit idly by and stand in front of the old man with his body flashing.

With a "boom", Ning Xiaolei's fist collided with the old man's, and he took several steps back.

In terms of cultivation alone, he was a little worse than this old man.

But in this way, the old man was also blocked and appeared.

"Where did this junior come from?" The old man asked sternly as he frowned at Ning Xiaolei.

Ning Xiaolei hummed: "You don't care where I come from. People from the Golden Sword Sect hurt my people, and I'm here to settle the score!"

"It's just you, ridiculous." A trace of disdain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said coldly.

"Who are you?" At this time, Shiyun spoke and looked at the old man solemnly.

The old man said proudly: "Listen up, I won't change my name when I work, and I won't change my surname when I sit down. This is the old man with the golden sword!"

As soon as these words were said, before Shi Yun and Ning Xiaolei could react, people from various factions around them started to shout in shock.

"What, he is actually the founder of the Golden Sword Sect, the Old Man of the Golden Sword?"

"Oh my god, why is this old monster still alive?"

"Shh, be careful, do you want to kill yourself? This is a cruel old monster."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Ning Xiaolei also understood the identity of the old man, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.

So what if the founder of the sect is the founder? Anyone who dares to touch Ning Xiaolei will be punished by the King of Heaven.

"Where are you scum? I've never heard of it at all. Get out now. I'll spare your life, otherwise I'll stay!"

Ning Xiaolei sneered, not giving Old Man Jindao any face.

The old man Jin Dao's face suddenly froze, and he looked at Ning Xiaolei in disbelief: "You want me to get out?"

"Don't you have good ears? You hear well. I just want you to get out. Otherwise, I don't mind solving it with you."

Ning Xiaolei curled his lips and said nonchalantly.

"Okay, okay, arrogant, arrogant, ignorant and hateful boy, you have successfully angered me. I will smash your teeth, cut your tongue, gouge out your eyes, and cut you into pieces!"

The old man with the golden sword was furious and suddenly pulled out the golden sword from his back.

On the side, a disciple of the Golden Sword Sect shouted loudly: "Ancestor, be careful of that woman from the Yanhuang tribe, she may be a cultivator."

The old man Jin Dao was stunned, and his extremely fearful eyes shifted to Shi Yun.

A cultivator and a martial artist are not on the same level. No matter how proud he is, he would not dare to fight a cultivator.

"Old man, she won't interfere. It's just me and you. If you have the ability, just use it."

Seeing the concerns of the old man Jin Dao, Ning Xiaolei said with a smile.

A practitioner is not just a poet.

If Old Man Jin Dao discovers that the arrogant, arrogant and hateful boy he talks about is also a cultivator, he will not know what his expression will be like.

"Hmph, so what if you are a practitioner? How far can you practice at your age?"

The old man Jin Dao curled his lips and said, desperate to save face.

Ning Xiaolei was speechless: "Then what are you talking about? If you don't hurry up, the current leader of your Golden Sword Sect will probably die."

As soon as he said this, the bearded man behind him screamed.

After fighting fiercely for a long time, Zhang Jiuxuan finally found an opportunity and punched the bearded man hard in the chest.