Yuan Bei actually wanted to surround and suppress the remnants of the Fighting Soul Sect with his own hands. Whenever he thought of the little bitch Lu Jiuque who made him cripple himself, he wanted to crush her throat with his own hands!
But Yuan Bei knew that he didn't have much time. He had to break through the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and obtain the Zongzong's treasure before guys like Yin Wuhen and Zuo Lengyang came back! !
This is why he excluded his daughter from competing against thousands of masters, and there was no chance of losing.
But now this guy ran back like a dead dog, which made him very panicked.
Lu Jiuque, this little bitch, is a bit evil. Every time he meets her, he does nothing good. There is no guarantee that something will happen to him.
Lu Jiuque suddenly raised his head, looked at Yuan Bei with long eyes, and said hoarsely: "They are back, like evil ghosts seeking their lives, saying they want to avenge the countless disciples of the Fighting Soul Sect who were killed by you..."
Yuan Bei was stunned for a moment, looking at those eyes, his mind went blank, until a sharp stabbing pain penetrated his shoulder!
This was the result of him becoming conscious at the critical moment. If she had been intimidated by those eyes and trapped in them, what penetrated her now was his heart!
Yuan Bei felt pain and suddenly threw Lu Jiuque away. The thin figure rolled around in the air and landed firmly not far away.
"It's you—" Yuan Bei suddenly shouted. He recognized Lu Jiuque's disgusting gaze!
When he and Lu Jiuque met for the first time, Lu Jiuque looked at him with such a look, which made him inexplicably embarrassed, embarrassed and angry!
Even though his strength was far superior to hers back then, he still felt that in Lu Jiuque's eyes, he was as humble as an ant!
He would never forget this look, ever!
The moment the angry voice was heard, Lu Jiuque raised his feet and drew his knife in the air. The poisonous knife shining with dark light was pointed directly at Yuan Bei's throat.
Yuan Bei endured the severe pain, squeezed out a silver spear, stabbed it horizontally, and rolled up bursts of light.
The hot breath forced those who tried to get close to Lu Jiuque and Yuan Bei to back away, and they could hardly open their eyes. Only the sound of bursting and bursting in their ears told them the final situation of the battle. How intense!
Everyone couldn't help but swallowed their saliva, and kept retreating one after another, for fear of being affected by the lingering power.
However, the next moment, the breath of death came from behind them—
“Pfft, pfft—”
"Ah—there are enemies! There are enemies!"
…
Dozens of ghost-like voices rushed into the crowd under the cover of the increasingly dark night!
They are like tigers falling from the mountains. Wherever the sword points, there will be blood and the souls of the dead will cry!
"Damn! These guys are so strong! Who are they?!"
"Are they the reinforcements invited by the Fighting Soul Sect?!"
"No way… "
…
While Yuan Bei was struggling to deal with Lu Jiuque, he heard the sound of his people being killed, and his whole body was shaking with anger.
This damn Lu Jiuque is still as cunning as ever!
She just pretended to be one of their wounded and rushed back to report the news. Was it actually to divert the tiger away from the mountain and to besiege them at this time? !
Damn it!
Yuan Bei suddenly raised his hand and hit Lu Jiuque with a burning fireball. He quickly raised his head and glanced at Lu Jiuque with his peripheral vision. With just one glance, his body almost froze in place.
"How is this possible... why is it you?!"