These disciples from the Badao Pavilion, along the way, killed someone who was weaker than him. After killing them, they snatched the storage armband and storage bag.

When they saw some warriors who were stronger than them, the disciples of Badao Pavilion chose to disappear.

Weakness is afraid of hardness.

Kill people and seize treasures.

The bald disciple of the Badao Pavilion had a martial arts cultivation of the third level of the True Martial Arts.

Badao Pavilion is a famous sect and is known for its swordsmanship and martial arts skills.

Hanging city from Wanzhou.

With the name of the Badao Pavilion, many people stayed away from it and did not want to have any grudges against the Badao Pavilion.

Such a powerful sect can be compared with the Martial God Temple. Many people from small sects do not want to cause trouble and cause trouble.

Since entering Yongtu Peak, the bald disciple of Badao Pavilion has bullied some female cultivators a lot.

After coming in for so many days, many girls have insulted.

The other disciples of the Badao Pavilion could not bear it anymore.

Bu Jingshuang waved her hands, and an iceberg rose from the ground behind her, and the Big Dipper shone with dazzling light.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion looked dark.

I thought to myself that this girl has a very hot temper and relied on her martial arts to awaken her talent.

However, this is not easy. At most, it is the ninth level of the Divine Awareness Realm. No matter how you look at it, you have not reached the True Martial Mirror.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion looked lustful, his eyebrows were shaking up and down, and he said with a smile: "The little girl has a very hot temper, but if you are a girl like you, I will definitely feel it!"

"Sister, let's not fight!"

Bu Jingfeng said: "These people are disciples of Badao Pavilion, we can't afford to offend!"

Bu Jingfeng felt that he and his sister were not the opponent of these disciples of the Badao Pavilion in front of him. That bald guy had Zhen Wujing's cultivation level.

And I am still half a step away from the Zhenwu Realm.

The bald disciple of the Badao Pao Pavilion, after hearing Bu Jingfeng said this, his face showed joy, "It's still this brother who is not ignorant and conscious of our Badao Pavilion, you can't afford to take care of it. Besides, the martial arts cultivation of the two of you is not enough in front of me. I can easily crush you to death with one hand!"

Bu Jingshuang said seriously: "Brother, the bald donkey in front of him can't understand the truth!"

Bald donkey! He actually scolded Bald donkey.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion reached out and touched his head.

"Little ladies, I dare to call me a bald donkey. I let you taste it. The bald donkey is so powerful that you can survive in a while, and you can't die!"

Zheng! Crazy... A big knife appeared in the hands of the prominent disciple.

The big sword has a big word "dominant" engraved on the body of the sword.

The font is flying and flying, and it is very imposing.

Bu Jingshuang, her pretty eyebrows were raised.

"Seven-star iceberg, seven-star sword slash!"

Above the seven-star iceberg, there are seven shining Big Dipper, which are beautiful.

The position changed in an instant.

Seven stars.

In an instant, a sword of starlight was formed.

This seven-star sword is like a heavenly sword.

Bu Jingshuang holds the Seven-Star Sword in his hand.

Come step by step.

The sword is pointed at the Badao Pavilion, the bald disciple's head.

"Hmph! Overestimate one's own abilities!"

The bald disciple of the Beast's Dao Pavilion was holding the big sword in his hand.

He rushed over Bu Jingshuang and flew over.

"Bao Dao slashed three times!"

I saw the bald disciple of Badao Pavilion, with the big sword in his hand rising from the sword.

The sound of the blade cuts the air.

"Sister, be careful!"

Bu Jingfeng ran over, and he felt that his sister was not the opponent of Badao Pavilion, the disciple.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

Several disciples from the Badao Pavilion surrounded Bu Jingfeng.

Bu Jingfeng moved the long sword in his hand.

A sword energy came.

Several disciples from the Badao Pavilion were calm and flew up and turned around, not seeing Bu Jingfeng at all.

Swish... Brush! The disciples of Badao Pavilion pulled out their swords from their waists and took action one after another.

"So fast!"

Bu Jingfeng was amazed that Badao Pavilion is worthy of being a sect that uses swords, and his sword skills are indeed sharp.

Zheng...huhu...bu Jingfeng fought against three, and soon fell at a disadvantage, and the common things in his hands were cut off.

A disciple from Badao Pavilion looked at Bu Jingfeng, who was thin and mocked: "Boy, I'll surrender now, I'll leave you with a complete body!"

"Resistance is a dead end!"

Bu Jingfeng glanced at his sister.

Bu Jingshuang is fighting against the bald disciple from Badao Pavilion.

Bu Jingshuang's seven-star sword was cut off by the bald disciple of Badao Pavilion, the big sword in his hand.

After the Seven Star Sword was cut off, the Star Illusion did not subside.

But soon, it gathered together in the blink of an eye.

It’s just that my sister Bu Jingshuang is not an opponent at all.

Krak... The big sword in the hand of the bald disciple of the Badao Pavilion slashed quickly, and the seven-star sword in Bu Jingshuang's hand disappeared.

The Big Dipper was cut down.

Seven stars flew over Bu Jingshuang's head.

"Hehe! My little lady and the uncle have fun and let the uncle serve you!"

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion stretched out a big hand and grabbed Bu Jingshuang's throat.

I want to use one throat capture technique to subdue Bu Jingshuang.

Bu Jingfeng was anxious.

He shouted: "Wind Control Technique, Blue Storm!"

Huhuhuhu! Hiss... A huge vortex formed in the air, and there was a blue hurricane inside the vortex.

"ah!"

"Help!"

Several disciples from the Badao Pavilion were sucked into the whirlpool of the blue hurricane.

Can't move at all.

Bu Jingfeng is controlling the blue hurricane.

"Senior brother, why can't I move anymore!"

"I feel like my heart meridians are controlled and cannot use spiritual power!"

"Sir, Brother, save us!"

The short and thin disciple of Badao Pavilion shouted for help.

The wind is coming, and the wind is coming.

Holding the broken sword in his hand.

Puff! The broken sword pierced into the Badao Pavilion, a disciple's chest.

Puff! The broken sword cut the abdomen of the Badao Pavilion and another disciple.

The thin disciple of Badao Pavilion felt a sore throat and his head moved home.
To be continued...