668: C668 White Lotus Saintess

C668 White Lotus Saintess

"Destroy Zixia's door."

Chu Feng's cold eyes hardened as he calmly spoke.

In the next moment, the elites of the Blood Sword Sect flashed past like a tide.

In an instant.

The sounds of battle could be heard everywhere.

The silent night sky flashed with endless blade lights and sword shadows.

Fresh blood floated in the air.

The entire Zixia Sect was littered with corpses.

Chu Feng looked at everything that was happening in front of him.

An undetectable smile flashed across his face.

It was as if he had just killed Fairy Zixia with his bare hands.

Destroying the Zixia Sect was as simple as slaughtering a dog.

The three thousand li radius of Fang Yuan was filled with fear.

The fear of the Blood Sword Sect had reached a level that had never been seen before.

At this moment, Chu Feng could only feel a loneliness that he had never felt before.

It was the loneliness of an expert who could travel unhindered in the world, only wanting to be defeated.

The moonlight was like water, the stars dotted the sky.

east of Zixia's house, 321 miles away.

It was extremely vast, like the peak of a cold and cold treasured sword, standing there.

At the top of the mountain, there were colorful and bustling buildings.

It was hard for mortals to touch it.

Above the vintage penthouse stood a handsome middle-aged woman dressed in white.

He sat down with his legs crossed. The surrounding spiritual energy rushed to his dantian.

Inside and outside the building, there were more than a thousand people guarding it.

Suddenly...

A black figure flashed past.

No one among the thousand people noticed anything unusual.

"Just now, there seemed to be something?"

"What was that? Could it be that these bastards from the Blood Sword Sect have caused you to feel uneasy recently?"

"Sigh! Maybe! He heard that Zixia's door was also destroyed. When the Gray Dragon Sect arrived, there were a few people from the White Lotus Cult. I just don't know if that devil will come looking for us because of this matter!"

"I heard that it's going to be destroyed soon..."0

The people from the White Lotus Cult discussed.

Most of the things they talked about were related to the recent rise of the Blood Sword Sect.

White Lotus Holy Maiden, who was originally breathing, seemed to have sensed something.

Her beautiful eyes opened slightly, and there was a trace of caution on her face.

Suddenly...

White Lotus Holy Maiden stood up and spoke cautiously to the void behind her, "What business does the pavilion have with my White Lotus Cult?"

"If you receive me wrongly, I hope that you can forgive me."

In the dark night sky,

a figure slowly walked out, the sword in his hand emitting a cold light.

This person was not a stranger. He was the official Sword Demon Chu Feng.

"White Lotus Cult? It is indeed a sect with beautiful scenery. It has a few righteous auras."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid they wouldn't have helped the Blue Dragon Sect. Am I right?"

"White Lotus Holy Maiden?" Chu Feng's voice was extremely cold.

However, most of the sects that he had destroyed were related to the Blue Dragon Sect.

Chu Feng wanted to tell the sects in this world that they deserved to die for provoking the Blood Sword Sect.

If they provoked Chu Feng, they deserved to die.

Even the White Lotus Cult, which only provided assistance to him.

"You are... Sword Demon Chu Feng?"

White Lotus Holy Maiden stared at the long sword in Chu Feng's hand that was filled with killing intent and spoke with slight hesitation.

"It's me!" Chu Feng said.

Hearing this, white Lotus Holy Maiden's heart trembled. A trace of fear flashed across her beautiful eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be Young Hero Chu. My White Lotus Cult didn't receive you well, so I hope Young Hero Chu doesn't mind."

"Lian'er, this carriage is very polite!"

As soon as she finished speaking, white Lotus Holy Maiden bowed slightly.

However, at this moment, a trace of killing intent appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Shua, shua, shua, shua..."

In the blink of an eye, countless needles as fine as hairs shot out of White Lotus Holy Maiden's sleeve.

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