Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The faster Zhang Jiuxuan attacked, the more ruthless he became. Every move killed him and went straight for his vital points.    

Seeing that the bearded man was about to die if things went on like this, an aged voice suddenly echoed in the surroundings.    

"You can't even take someone weaker than you. You've really humiliated my Golden Blade Sect."    

With that, a figure rushed over like lightning and headed straight for Zhang Jiuxuan.    

The silhouette was that of an old man carrying a huge saber on his back. His speed was extremely fast.    

The aura emitted from his body was even stronger than the clan master of the Seven Stars Sect, and was already infinitely close to that of a king.    

If he was allowed to attack, Zhang Jiuxuan would definitely not be a match for him.    

"Stop right there!"    

Ning Xiaolei obviously wouldn't just sit there and watch. His body flashed and he stood in front of the old man.    

"Hong Long!" Ning Xiaolei's fist collided with the old man's fist, and Ning Xiaolei was knocked back several steps.    

In terms of cultivation level, he was slightly inferior to this old man.    

However, in this way, the old man was also blocked and revealed himself.    

"Where did this junior come from?" The elder asked in a stern tone as he frowned and looked at Ning Xiaolei.    

Ning Xiaolei snorted, "Who cares where I came from. The people from the Golden Blade Sect hurt my people. I'm here to settle the score!"    

"You? How laughable." A trace of disdain flashed across the old man's eyes as he said coldly.    

"Who are you?" At this moment, Shi Yun spoke and looked at the old man with a serious expression.    

The old man proudly said, "Listen carefully, this old man will never change his name, neither will he, Senior Goldknife!"    

Shi Yun and Ning Xiaolei were stunned before they could react.    

"What?! He's the founder of the Golden Blade Sect, Senior Goldknife?"    

"Oh my god, why is this old monster still alive?"    

"Shh, be careful. Do you want to die? This is a vicious old monster."    

Hearing the discussions of the crowd, Ning Xiaolei also understood the identity of this old man and revealed a mocking smile.    

So what if it was the founder? If they dared to touch Ning Xiaolei's men, then even God would have to take care of them.    

"Where did this trash come from? I've never heard of him before. Scram quickly and I can spare your life. Otherwise, you should just stay!"    

Ning Xiaolei sneered, not giving any face to Senior Goldknife.    

Senior Goldknife's expression froze and he looked at Ning Xiaolei in disbelief: "You're telling me to scram?"    

"Is your ears not good enough? You've heard it pretty well. I just told you to scram, otherwise, I wouldn't mind getting rid of you as well."    

Ning Xiaolei twitched the corner of his mouth, then said without any care.    

"Good, good, good, arrogant, arrogant, ignorant, despicable brat, you have succeeded in angering me! I will break your teeth, cut your tongue, dig out your eyeballs, and hack you into pieces!"    

Senior Goldknife flew into a rage and pulled out the golden blade on his back.    

At the side, a Golden Blade Sect disciple shouted loudly: "Ancestor, be careful of that woman from the Yanhuang Sect, she might be the cultivator."    

Senior Goldknife was stunned for a moment before he turned his fearful gaze towards Shiyun.    

The cultivator and cultivators were on a completely different level. No matter how arrogant he was, he would not dare to fight the cultivator.    

"Geezer, she won't interfere. I'll fight you one on one. If you have the ability, just use it."    

Ning Xiaolei giggled when he saw Senior Goldknife's concerns.    

The cultivator was not just a single poem.    

If Senior Goldknife found out later that the arrogant and despicable brat in his mouth was also from cultivator, who knows what kind of expression he would have.    

"Hmph, so what if you're in cultivator? At your age, what level are you able to reach?"    

Senior Goldknife twitched his mouth and insisted on losing face.    

Ning Xiaolei was speechless, "Then why are you spouting nonsense? If you don't hurry up, that Sect Leader of the Golden Blade Sect will probably die."    

The bearded man behind him let out a blood-curdling screech as soon as he said that.    

After fighting for a long time, Zhang Jiuxuan finally found an opportunity to punch the bearded man in the chest.