"Hahaha, old horseman, why do you pretend to be merciful? You and others slaughter your fellow clans, destroy my sect, the crime is monstrous, sooner or later, you will be punished by heaven...... a bloodstained disciple of the Sword Sect sneered and shouted: "I ask the disciple of the Sword Sect, iron bones, a good man, how can you give in to you, a person with low character?" Hahaha, I would rather ask the sword ghost than be a thief!"

This sentence aroused the enthusiasm of the other disciples of the Sword Sect.

"Yes, hahaha, isn't it just a death, what's the point?"

"I ask the Sword Sect about the blood shed today, sooner or later, one day, I want you to shed back a thousand times and a hundred times!"

"Even if you die, you have to be an upright Terran man, how can you be in the same league with filthy and lowly people like you who collude with the demon clan?"

"Phew, Lu Xiongfei old thief, in the past, you were also a banner of my Selangor human race, worthy of the word 'strong', but unfortunately the late season is not guaranteed, and you become a thief, old and not dead is a thief, I advise you to quickly wipe your neck!"

In the cold wind, a group of prisoners who could not stand on their feet laughed, and their blood rolled.

Lu Xiongfei's face changed again and again, and finally snorted coldly: "Hmph, a group of things that don't know whether they are dead or alive, see how long you can be hard-mouthed!" He nodded towards a few people around him.

A middle-aged man with a white face and a beard and a strange face strode into the square with a sneer.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, a strong Xuan Force poured out, and pulled the disciple of the Sword Sect who had asked the Sword Sect who spoke first out of the crowd directly, and sneered: "Boy, what's your name?"

The disciple of the Sword Sect was sixteen or seventeen years old, with fluff at the corners of his mouth and a childish complexion, but he did not back down, and laughed: "Grandpa, I will not change my name or change my surname, and I will ask Zhao Xingcheng of the Sword Sect Law Enforcement Team." Grandpa recognizes you, your name is Jin Xiang, the head of Selangor [Golden Gate], it's really ridiculous, just half a year ago, I asked the Sword Sect to win the first place in the Selangor Sect Discussion Conference, you Jin Xiang chased Li Jianyi every day and wanted to form an alliance with me and asked the Sword Sect, but now he is acting as the executioner of Qingping Academy in a low voice, slaughtering the disciples of the Sword Sect and killing me and asking the disciples of the Sword Sect, what face do you have to stand in front of your grandfather?"

Jin Xiang was scolded, his scolded eyebrows jumped, his face was blue and red, and he said angrily: "Okay, Zhao Xingcheng, you have a hard mouth, right? I want to see what else you can do under the frying of the oil pot!"

The voice did not fall.

A stream of Xuan Qi poured out of his hand, slammed Zhao Xingcheng in the air, and threw it directly at the boiling oil pot.

Jin Xiang didn't completely put Zhao Xingcheng into it all at once, he controlled the Xuan Qi, hung Zhao Xingcheng above the oil pot, and sneered: "Boy, you feel the heat of the boiling oil, right? Finally, I will give you a chance, as long as you scold loudly, 'Li Jianyi is a turtle coward with a shrunken head', this head will give you a good time!"

The surrounding onlookers, the more timid ones didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Frying the living in an oil pan, such a tragedy and such a pain, even a man with iron can't stand it.

"Hahaha, surnamed Jin, if you have the ability, you can come, see if grandpa will beg for mercy......" Zhao Xingcheng laughed, "Lao Tzu is just asking an ordinary disciple of the Sword Sect, from a low background, before entering the sect, he was also a bastard, and he didn't even see the head of the sect up close, but Lao Tzu's bones don't have to be half a point soft for the senior brothers and uncles who sleep underground for the bloody battle of the sect, come on, surnamed Jin, haha!"

"Okay, let's see how long you can hold on......" Jin Xiang sneered, manipulated Xuan Qi, and lowered Zhao Xingcheng, and the hot boiling oil suddenly flooded his knee.

The sound of fried oil was in the air.

Even a clear meaty aroma is heard.

Zhao Xingcheng's body twitched wildly in an instant, and his whole face was hideously deformed because of the severe pain, he gritted his teeth tightly, and didn't even make a light snort, and in the end, he directly bit his lips and crushed his teeth, and the beads of sweat the size of soybeans frantically poured out on his forehead, and soon he passed out......

"Senior Brother Zhao......"

"The surname is Jin, you brute, you have the ability to rush to Lao Tzu!"

"I swear, if I don't die today, sooner or later, I will cut you Jin Xiang with a thousand knives ......"

"Senior Brother Xingcheng, good job, you are a gentleman, I will serve you today......"

The other disciples of the Sword Sect were all crazy, and rushed over frantically, but they were firmly blocked by the armored warriors, and they were all sealed with Xuan Qi cultivation, which was inferior to ordinary people, how could they rush over?

Jin Xiang smiled coldly and brought Zhao Xingcheng up again.

A burst of meaty aroma.

I saw that Zhao Xingcheng's feet and calves had completely turned black, especially his feet, all the muscles on them were necrotic and fell off, revealing the scorched bones, which was unbearable.

Jin Xiang controlled Xuan Qi and was shocked.

Zhao Xingcheng woke up with a muffled snort.

"Boy, are you still hard-mouthed?"

Zhao Xingcheng was already extremely weak, he didn't even have the strength to speak, he opened his eyes slightly, there was a trace of disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he opened his mouth: "Phew!" A mouthful of blood sprayed onto Jin Xiang's face......

"Good boy, then you just wait to be blown up alive! From now on, there will be no question about Sword Sect Zhao Xingcheng in the world, haha!"

The voice fell.

As soon as Jin Xiang's hand was released, Zhao Xingcheng fell straight into the huge oil pot.

The onlookers exclaimed, and some people quickly covered their eyes.

Zhao Xingcheng's toughness has won the secret admiration of many people, it is a pity that such an iron man died tragically like this.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

The portal on the other side of the God of War Square, which was rarely used on weekdays, suddenly bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, opened in an instant, and several figures flashed in an instant.

"What? Ask Sword Sect Zhao Xingcheng Senior Brother Zhao?"

With an exclamation, I saw one of the figures, like lightning, and immediately turned into a streamer and rushed to the oil pot, and before everyone could react, they saw that Zhao Xingcheng, who had fallen into the oil pot with half of his body, had been fished out of it by this figure......

A qiē is done between electric light and stone fire.

Before everyone could react to what was happening, they saw that there was already one more person in the room.

A handsome young man in a green shirt, with a face like a crown of jade, holding a seriously injured half of his body in his arms, and Zhao Xingcheng, who was already dying, fell in front of the other disciples of the Sword Sect.

"Who dares to disturb the execution ground?" Jin Xiang's face changed and he shouted loudly.

Dozens of armored warriors also seemed to be facing a great enemy for a while, their swords and guns were unsheathed, and they surrounded the handsome young man in Tsing Yi.

Zhao Xingcheng only felt a warm heat, slowly coming from the back of the heart, the kind of sharp pain in the lower half of the body, under the removal of this heat, actually magically disappeared instantly, he slowly opened his eyes, and under the noon sun, he saw a face that he had never dreamed of.

Be...... This is......

"Senior Brother Ding?" Zhao Xingcheng felt that he must have been dreaming and seeing an illusion before he died.

But no one else thinks so.

Jin Xiang was originally going to make a statement in front of Lu Xiongfei and kill this troublemaker, but in an instant, when he saw the face of this young man, he suddenly felt a thrill in his heart, and thought of a person's name, and suddenly stiffened, pushed back slightly, and then shouted: "You...... Are you Ding Hao?"

Ding Hao?

Rumble!

The entire Champ de Mars Square suddenly erupted in an uncontrollable boiling noise.

Ding Hao, who was a sensation at the Zongmen Treatise Conference half a year ago, showed unparalleled strength, which can be called the peak of the younger generation, and he has faintly fought against Mu Tianyang, a genius on the first day of Qingping Academy, and has created a [Seven Xuan Slash], which is extremely prestigious among the middle and lower class martial artists in Selangor.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he actually came back?

In other words, he returned from the [Hundred Saints Battlefield] alive?

This is shocking news.

But...... He's still a little late to come back, isn't he?

It's too late, and Selangor doesn't ask the Sword Sect anymore!

In the crowd of onlookers, some people sighed quietly, feeling sorry for this genius who would face a cruel fate before he could fully rise.

"Senior Brother Ding?"

"It's really Uncle Ding......"

"Uncle Ding is back, really back......"

The imprisoned disciples of the Sword Asking Sect cheered excitedly.

The name Ding Hao seems to have a kind of magic power, which is deeply rooted in the hearts of many disciples of the Sword Sect, just as the head Li Jianyi said before his fall, even if the Sword Mountain Gate is occupied and the master is dead, as long as there is a peerless genius like Ding Hao, there must still be hope.

But soon, some of the disciples of the Sword Sect who realized what they were asking for were exclaimed again-

"Uncle Ding, let's go, let's go!"

"Leave us alone, get out of here, don't come back, one day, wait for you to rise, and then come back for revenge!"

"Everyone is fighting with this group of thieves, and they have to cover Uncle Ding to leave here!"

Under the loud shouting of someone, the other disciples of the Sword Asking Sect also came back to their senses from their excitement, and immediately realized that it was Lu Xiongfei who was in charge of the battle in the God of War Square today, and although Ding Hao was up-and-coming, he was definitely still extremely confrontational with such an old powerhouse, and he had to leave as soon as possible.

Otherwise, once he is captured, he will ask the Sword Sect for the last glimmer of hope, but it will be completely buried!

"Hahahaha......"

Lu Xiongfei's excited laughter sounded in the square, stirring in the mysterious qi, like thunder.

"Great, Ding Hao, you came back quickly, but unfortunately you came to die, there is a way in heaven that you don't go, there is no door to hell, you come here, the old man is still worried that you will escape when you hear the news, haha, you actually took the initiative to send it to the door, it's really good!"

Lu Xiongfei stood up and made a gesture.

Bang!

Chains of blood-colored inscriptions rose from all sides of the God of War Square, spreading wildly and intertwining, forming a huge forbidden shield, turning the entire God of War Square upside down, blocking an escape space from all sides, trapping everyone in it.