一级a毛大片视频

Chapter 272: 211: Sword Suppresses the Ghost

The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, at such a realm of prowess, never believed in luck. But now, he was certain that his luck was bad, otherwise why would he be so unfortunate?

Ever since the moment he met Pei Xuanjing, a series of unfortunate events had befallen him in the Yin Department. Not only had he lost many men, but his plots had also continuously failed, and now even his own life was in danger.

“Ghost Emperor of the Fengdu, I have long heard of your name.” Pei Xuanjing’s cold voice echoed in every direction, locking onto the Ghost Emperor’s aura, leaving him with no chance of escape.

“Pei Xuanjing,” the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu sneered, his voice filled with anger, “If it weren’t for that fool, do you think you would have the chance to speak to me like this?”

Thinking about how he had invited numerous powerful individuals to deal with Pei Xuanjing, only to be refused, then finally managed to lure the Seven Kills Sword Master, only to have Pei Xuanjing find him before he made his move.

The Seven Kills Sword Master, whom he considered a crucial ally, disregarded his objections and directly went to challenge Pei Xuanjing.

Even if he lost, he was willing to die trying. This sudden turn of events had caught even him off guard.

Pei Xuanjing proudly stood on a perch, toying with the Seven Kills Sword in his hands, chuckling: “It seems that the Ghost Emperor is very angry, isn’t he?”

The Ghost Emperor of the Fengdu, visibly annoyed, replied: “Do you think I have no right to be angry?”

The Seven Kills Sword Master perished simply, putting him in danger, which made him furious to no end.

Pei Xuanjing shook his head and said, “I believe, you don’t have the right.”

“What?” The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu suddenly erupted with an intense aura, asking coldly, “What do you mean?”‘

His voice was filled with an eerie and chilling undertone. Though he hadn’t activated his Martial Arts intent, the temperature within the whole mansion dropped as if winter had arrived.

Pei Xuanjing smiled faintly, flicked his finger on the Seven Kills Sword, and the crisp sound of the sword emanating set off a cold wave, completely unfazed.

“The Seven Kills Sword Master is a pure and true swordsman, which is more than a hidden rat like you can question.” He scoffed.

In his view, the Seven Kills Sword Master was far more pleasant to the eye than the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.

Both are considered evil outcasts by many. One is the Ghost Emperor of the Yin Department, and the other is the leader of the Demonic Cult.

However, in Pei Xuanjing’s eyes, the Seven Kills Sword Master may be notorious, but facing him, one would know that he is not a crafty or scheming person.

Earlier when the latter wanted to challenge him, he did not choose to join forces with the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu despite being at a disadvantage. It shows a quality worthy of Pei Xuanjing’s respect.

On the other hand, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu is like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, resorting to treachery and deceit to harm his enemies.

“How dare you insult me!” The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was furious upon hearing this and could no longer suppress his murderous intent: “Pei Xuanjing, you’ve got a death wish!”

As he spoke, his aura grew stronger, his True Qi surged, his Blood Qi rose, and a Divine Saber emerged in his hand. It rushed toward Pei Xuanjing with an overwhelming killing intent.

His intimidating aura was fully unveiled, making the atmosphere resemble hell’s – eerie and mysterious.

Unfazed, Pei Xuanjing held onto his Seven Kills Sword without moving, passing the sword from his right hand to his left, then formed a palm with his five fingers. The purple thunder converged, he sent his palm toward the enemy.

The thunder was rigid and strong, it was meant to destroy evil and expel demons.

This Shenxiao Thunder Palm of his was extraordinarily powerful in itself, but its power increased by three times when used against such evil strong practitioners as the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.

Boom!

The sky above the mansion changed, continuous thunderclaps could be heard, as if thunder was striking down from the sky.

The giant purple palm imprint clashed with the sword light. Though the sword light broke the palm imprint, it was weakened and gradually dissipated.

Pei Xuanjing held onto the Seven Kills Sword with his left hand, his robe waving in the wind, his hair fluttering, his eyes deep and impenetrable. He just stared coldly at the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu.

At this point, black smoke enveloped the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu, and a continuous howling sound could be heard around him as if countless ghosts were wailing at his side

The Divine Saber in his hand didn’t radiate the divine glow seen on the Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon, but instead it retracted the glow, enshrouding an eerie and peculiar aura.

“Kill!

The Ghost Emperor of Fengdu roared and struck again.

As an assassin, indecisiveness was never part of his nature.

He was aware that since Pei Xuanjing was intent on him, there was no way he would easily let him go.

Besides, from the moment the Seven Kills Sword Master died, his chance of escaoe diminished greatlv.

Yet, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu remained unafraid.

Even if Pei Xuanjing’s extraordinary strength that day on Dragon Tiger Mountain induced fear in many, it certainly did not intimidate him.

If he were really afraid of Pei Xuanjing, he should’ve been hiding in some corner at present, not preparing to ambush Pei Xuanjing with his allies.

As an individual ranked fourth on Bai Xiaosheng’s Supreme List, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu was prideful. Even if he was weaker than his opponent, he didn’t think that Pei Xuanjing could kill him.

Being reputed in the martial world for nearly a century, he had countless tricks up his sleeve. He was confident that even if the Supreme Master himself took action, he might not be able to keep him.

More importantly, could Pei Xuanjing, who had just fought a major battle with the Seven Kills Sword Master, still defeat him?