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Zhang De suddenly turned around, with a deep horror on his face, because he didn't feel that there was anyone standing behind him just now.
He immediately drew back and withdrew to three to five meters, which was considered a relief.
He saw the person who had just spoken. This was a young girl with a beautiful face and a cold face, with an extremely huge long sword in her hand.
Several people older than her.
Few people in the Nei Sect didn't recognize this woman, even if she didn't recognize her, they would at least recognize the sword.
That one shined in the rookie rankings, cutting out a wonderful sword.
It is Shen Yanbing!
Shen Yanbing looked at Zhang De, coldly spit out a word: "Get out!"
Being so contemptuous and treated with such disdain by a young woman who entered the inner sect several years later than herself, Zhang De's face flushed red and became angry, and said coldly, "Shen Yanbing, this is my personal affair with Chen Feng. Don't intervene indiscriminately. !"
Shen Yanbing didn't say anything else, but slowly raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Zhang De.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtZhang De suddenly felt cold, as if he felt like he was pierced through. Shen Yanbing slowly spit out another word: "Get out!"
Zhang Deli shouted: "If I don't get out, so what?"
"Then taste the sword in my hand!" Shen Yanbing let out a long howl, and his whole body swept through the air, cutting out the sword in his hand heavily.
An extremely tyrannical wave of air slashed out, extremely tyrannical, the ground was plowed out into deep ravines, and all the big trees were overturned. The huge boulder in front was also directly smashed to pieces, and then this sword slashed towards Zhang De!
Zhang De didn't expect Shen Yanbing to make a big fight, but it was normal when he thought about it.
She was such a determined woman.
But he didn't expect that Shen Yanbing would use killer moves directly when he came!
Then the look on his face changed into disbelief: "You have already broken through the second floor of the Divine Gate Realm?"
Shen Yanbing had already quietly broke through to the second floor, and the powerful strength she showed made Zhang De, the third floor master, deeply jealous!
Zhang De let out a sharp roar, his palm turned into a bronze color, and tried his best to shoot Shen Yanbing.
But when the bronze palm was bombarded with the air wave, he was like a small boat swept by a huge wave, and he flew out heavily. The person was still in the air, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out, and then he slammed heavily on it. On the mountain wall.
After he landed, he looked at Shen Yanbing with a shocked expression on his face.
Although this sword is not yet Shen Yanbing's unique **** sword, it is also extremely powerful.
His right arm dropped softly, and his bones had already been broken. His strength was originally above the bow and arrow. He only practiced palm skills after breaking his arm. Now his bones are broken, and his strength has gone by 70%.
Shen Yan yelled coldly: "Don't you get out? Do you want to taste the taste of my **** Yama sword?"
"Okay! Shen Yanbing, you wait for me." Zhang De let out a sharp roar, extremely resentful, took a deep look at Shen Yanbing, and then quickly turned and walked away.
Seeing him completely leave, Shen Yanbing's expression just loosened, his legs softened, and he sat directly on the ground softly, panting heavily.
Han Yuer hurried over and asked worriedly: "Sister Yan Bing, are you okay!"
"I'm okay." Shen Yanbing smiled reluctantly: "It's just a little weakened."
His sword is not the Hell Yama sword, and its power is not that great, but it does not consume vitality accordingly, but it still consumes a lot of energy. The sword just now almost made her whole body gush out, and now the strength is actually left. Not much.
If Zhang De had not been scared away just now, he could actually defeat Shen Yanbing.
Of course, if he forced Shen Yanbing to use the sword of hell, it would be a situation where both sides would suffer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZhang De actually didn't dare to fight like this.
At this time, Wang Jingang and Bai Mo both got up and came to Shen Yanbing. The expression on Han Yu'er's face was a chance to escape, and said, "Sister Yanbing, it's really thanks to you this time. , If it weren't for you, this time it would be unthinkable, innocent and humiliated...
When she said these words, there was great fear in her heart, and she thought to herself: "If you are really innocent and humiliated, in this life, you can no longer be with the younger brother, right? If I'm dirty Now, will Junior Brother still want me?"
"Even if Junior Brother wants me, I don't have the face to be with him, then I will only die!"
Therefore, she is even more grateful to Shen Yanbing.
But at this moment, there was a round of applause: "It's really good, the strength is good, and the acting skills are good. It's not easy for you to display the strength of the second highest building in the Divine Gate Realm."
"And with such strength, you can scare away Zhang De from the third floor, your acting skills are even more amazing!"
"Who?" Several people shouted in unison, looking in the direction where the applause came from.
I saw a purple-clothed young man standing arrogantly on a boulder by the lake, with an extremely leisurely look.
A look of horror appeared on everyone's faces, and none of them discovered when the purple-clothed youth came here. Even Shen Yanbing couldn't help being shocked.
But her face was still cold, and she said lightly: "Pretend to be a god!"
The purple-clothed man turned around. It was a young man who was nearly thirty years old. He stood with his hand in his hand, condescending, looking at the four of them.