Chapter 926
Yue Pingjian was so shocked that he had to make every effort. However, at this moment, his mind suddenly became confused. Anger, sadness, sadness, joy and other completely different feelings poured into his heart. He wanted to cry and laugh, and the whole spiritual space was completely disordered.
Ling Chuxi showed no mercy. He directly used the first sword of Cangyuan's seven swords, and at the same time, he also used the soul breaking technique. Even after an ancient family like Gongxi Madao, the mind will be disturbed by the soul breaking skill of sword heart, not to mention Yue Pingjian. Although the panacea can improve his true yuan Qi, it can't improve his mood. When it comes to mood, he doesn't know how much worse than Gongxi crazy knife.
"Pa, PA, PA, PA..." Yue Pingjian finally woke up, but was awakened by a series of crisp crackles.
Then, there was a stabbing pain on his face, as if it had been pierced by countless fine needles into the skin, into the blood vessels and into the bone marrow.
Ling Chuxi took a sword and slapped it mercilessly on Yue Pingjian's face. The last one was even more powerful, and he flew out directly.
Bang, Yue Pingjian fell heavily on the ground, but he could not feel the pain. The piercing pain on his face came. Yue Pingjian wanted to howl loudly, but he was horrified to find that he could not shout a word. He could only make a whimper with all his strength.
Subconsciously a touch of the face, only to know that a head has been swollen into two big, a touch of the hand, immediately spread more heart-felt pain.
Yue Pingjian was rolling with pain and constantly howling and whining. For the first time in his life, he knew that pain could be like this. It was so painful that people would like to die. Unfortunately, the sword in his hand had not known where it had gone, and he could not even die.
Seeing Yue Pingjian's miserable situation, Jin danzong's people did not have the slightest pity. They just felt very happy. If he hadn't moved that dirty idea himself, how could Ling Chuxi have such a cruel hand.
Come on, come on! Blue heart rain a face of excitement, like to see Ling Chuxi abuse people, more than their own hands.
Wei Zhixuan is a cold sweat. He thought he was miserable last time. Yue Pingjian was even worse than himself. Fortunately, he was not beaten in the face.
But it is very strange that why see Yue Pingjian being abused, he actually has a bit of schadenfreude? It feels so weird.
"Curse, curse!" Yue Pingjian's mouth finally made a hoarse and vague cry for help. If he had not stood close, no one would have heard him clearly. He was calling for help.
At this time, Yue Pingjian had already exhausted himself. He could not see any more of his previous high spirits. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and his long shirt was broken into rags when he rolled. He was more miserable than the beggars on the street.
"Who are you who dare to make trouble in my liuyunzong?" At this time, a fat middle-aged woman and two old men in plain robes came from afar and cheered to the crowd. The two old people were dressed in simple clothes, but with big sleeves, they had a dignified atmosphere.
"Uncle Yue, elder he!" As soon as Yan Rusong saw one of the old men, he complained in his heart. How could the old man not come early or late, but at this time.
Yes, the old man headed by him is Yue Pingjian's father, Yue Qingjie. Although Yue Qingjie usually deals with affairs fairly, but his son is beaten like this, it is impossible to laugh it off.
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Ling Chuxi showed no mercy. He directly used the first sword of Cangyuan's seven swords, and at the same time, he also used the soul breaking technique. Even after an ancient family like Gongxi Madao, the mind will be disturbed by the soul breaking skill of sword heart, not to mention Yue Pingjian. Although the panacea can improve his true yuan Qi, it can't improve his mood. When it comes to mood, he doesn't know how much worse than Gongxi crazy knife.
"Pa, PA, PA, PA..." Yue Pingjian finally woke up, but was awakened by a series of crisp crackles.
Then, there was a stabbing pain on his face, as if it had been pierced by countless fine needles into the skin, into the blood vessels and into the bone marrow.
Ling Chuxi took a sword and slapped it mercilessly on Yue Pingjian's face. The last one was even more powerful, and he flew out directly.
Bang, Yue Pingjian fell heavily on the ground, but he could not feel the pain. The piercing pain on his face came. Yue Pingjian wanted to howl loudly, but he was horrified to find that he could not shout a word. He could only make a whimper with all his strength.
Subconsciously a touch of the face, only to know that a head has been swollen into two big, a touch of the hand, immediately spread more heart-felt pain.
Yue Pingjian was rolling with pain and constantly howling and whining. For the first time in his life, he knew that pain could be like this. It was so painful that people would like to die. Unfortunately, the sword in his hand had not known where it had gone, and he could not even die.
Seeing Yue Pingjian's miserable situation, Jin danzong's people did not have the slightest pity. They just felt very happy. If he hadn't moved that dirty idea himself, how could Ling Chuxi have such a cruel hand.
Come on, come on! Blue heart rain a face of excitement, like to see Ling Chuxi abuse people, more than their own hands.
Wei Zhixuan is a cold sweat. He thought he was miserable last time. Yue Pingjian was even worse than himself. Fortunately, he was not beaten in the face.
But it is very strange that why see Yue Pingjian being abused, he actually has a bit of schadenfreude? It feels so weird.
"Curse, curse!" Yue Pingjian's mouth finally made a hoarse and vague cry for help. If he had not stood close, no one would have heard him clearly. He was calling for help.
At this time, Yue Pingjian had already exhausted himself. He could not see any more of his previous high spirits. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and his long shirt was broken into rags when he rolled. He was more miserable than the beggars on the street.
"Who are you who dare to make trouble in my liuyunzong?" At this time, a fat middle-aged woman and two old men in plain robes came from afar and cheered to the crowd. The two old people were dressed in simple clothes, but with big sleeves, they had a dignified atmosphere.
"Uncle Yue, elder he!" As soon as Yan Rusong saw one of the old men, he complained in his heart. How could the old man not come early or late, but at this time.
Yes, the old man headed by him is Yue Pingjian's father, Yue Qingjie. Although Yue Qingjie usually deals with affairs fairly, but his son is beaten like this, it is impossible to laugh it off.
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