Yan Feng lost his skills to show off, and he wanted to convince people with his skills, he just wanted to quickly arrest Qin Mingmei, a traitor, and lock him up for punishment.

Of course, the most important thing is another thing.

He subconsciously thought about a white bone flute placed on his chest, and his heart was a little calmer.

Today, it's just time for him to see how powerful the ninth demon exorcism sword is.

Thinking like this in his heart, he was no longer merciful, and his moves were ruthless.

It's a pity that all his calculations are going to fail.

Under the guidance of the bright.

Yan Feng stubbornly took all the swords that Qin Mingmei had suffered.

"This is the seventh sword stabbed by Yan Ruyu."

"This is the tenth sword."

"The thirty-third sword."

After Mingmei finished speaking, Yan Ruyu shouted: "I didn't use this sword at all." ”

Mingmei sneered.

Dough Zi proudly puffed up his small chest, and finally someone had an IQ lower than it.

Yan Ruyu was shocked, she just covered her mouth, secretly hated Mingmei and cunning in her heart, didn't she admit it in disguise, was it true that she bullied Qin Mingmei?

Mo Fan and the other disciples changed their faces, and their faces were burning with pain.

Some of the rest of the people from all sects sighed, some shook their heads and said nothing, and more looked at Yan Feng with mockery.

"The famous faction hides dirt and dirt, it seems that it is really unavoidable."

"The Yan family is full of bullying an orphan girl, it's really undeserved."

"Exactly, this woman is probably forced to be in a hurry today, so she will hurt Yan Ruyu."

"That's right, I didn't expect that the head of the Yan family didn't uphold justice and didn't say anything, but didn't say a word and made Qin Mingmei think about it, didn't he decide that it was Qin Mingmei who was wrong? It's no wonder that Qin Mingmei would think about going out of the Yan family. ”

"It's like this during the exorcism conference, and I'm afraid this kind of thing was inevitable before."

"Hey, it's really strange today, why hasn't the head of the Yan family captured a little disciple for so long?"

"Could it be that the head of the Yan family has a false reputation, and he can't even beat a little disciple?"

Yan Feng listened to everyone's discussions, his face turned red, but there was nothing he could do, he found that under the bright sword moves, he was pressed to death, and he didn't even have the ability to fight back.

He also saw that Mingmei was different from before, and there was less reverence in his eyes, but more contempt and ridicule.

Did she find anything?

I was shocked, and I started even harder.

Behind him came the exclamations of surprise.

"Isn't this the Yan family master's famous stunt? In one place, the opponent will either die or be injured. ”

Some people feel sorry for Mingmei, some people despise Yan Feng, and some people want to come to the rescue, but they retract their hands knowing that they can't beat them.

Mingmei's eyes were slightly cold, and she could now be sure that Yan Feng's love for Mingmei was not sincere, but had another purpose.

Thinking of Qin Mingmei to death, he felt ashamed of his teacher's kindness, and he couldn't help but feel cold.

Some people have the heart of a beast, and after disguising it for a long time, they think that they have really become saints.

She wants to unmask the saint and show everyone the ugly soul beneath the mask.

She put away her teasing thoughts, her body was full of momentum, the long sword was like the wind, and with the momentum of tearing through the sky, she faced Yan Feng's famous skills.

Yan Feng felt a threat of death.

His long sword was broken, and a powerful force came from his arm, rising all the way along the arm, causing his arm to break inch by inch, his heart almost burst, his ribs were broken, and he forcibly twisted his body with a strong desire to survive, missing the positive power, and barely picked up his life.

He sat down on the ground and looked at the bright sky in disbelief.

"Is this the power of the ninth level of the Exorcism Sword?"

Mingmei looked at him condescendingly and did not answer.

Yan Feng's heart was crossed, and regardless of whether it was in front of everyone or not, he resolutely took out the white bone flute from his arms......