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888 Dark Magic

    "Yes." The two of them responded and looked at each other.

    "The two of you guard the manor. I will go outside to take a look."

    After she had given them instructions, she walked outside and stepped out of the formation. She saw that the surrounding leaves were not moving and a bloodthirsty coldness exuded from her lips.

    "Why are you hiding? What? Are you afraid?"

    "Haha, so you are Xiang Hua's new master? Chu Batian's successor?" A dark voice drifted out, and then a man in a black cape and a long scar on his face appeared.

    When the man walked out, the people who were hiding in the woods also came out and followed behind him. The breath on every one of them was not condensed, dark magic breath slowly permeated the air, the breath was bloodthirsty and wicked. When Feng Jiu saw the bloodthirsty air around these people, she knew immediately that they were demonic cultivators.

    Moreover, they were demonic cultivators with great strength, the dozens of people behind him were Golden Core strengths and the others surrounding the manor were Foundation Core strengths.

    They were not from Green Gallop Country!

    Correctly speaking, Green Gallop Country didn't have any demonic cultivators, they usually came from at least third grade countries.

    "Did you kill my subordinate?" She was very surprised that she was able to speak to him in such a calm manner.

    "Do you mean Xiang Hua? Hehe ..."

    The cultivator at the front laughed and stared at Feng Jiu: "I gave him a chance to submit to me but he refused. Hence I ordered my people to teach him a lesson. It was boring to just torture him, so I searched his soul personally. He was so stupid to destroy his core and commit suicide. Haha, so stupid."

    "I was going to feed his body to the beasts, but I found some useful things when I searched his soul, so I decided to give you a present. What do you think? Are you satisfied with my big gift?"

    The man stared at Feng Jiu, his voice was cold with a hint of madness: "You're Feng Jiu right? Hand over the Ancient Swords of Qingfeng, and maybe I can leave your body whole. Otherwise, hehe..."

    When she heard his words, Feng Jiu's eyes moved and she said coldly: "So you're after the Qingfeng sword? I'm curious, why did you target us?"

    "It's not just us that have targeted you, all the demonic cultivators have their eyes on the Qingfeng sword. Young lad, you have no power and you dare keep the Qingfeng sword, you are seeking death." After the man finished speaking, his black figure swept away and his palms like claws aimed at Feng Jiu.

    She stared at the man attacking with his claws, her eyes narrowed slightly as the air of power surged through her body. Although she was stood still, but the murderous air shot out of her body and with a swift movement of her palm, the Qingfeng sword appeared in her hand.

    The sword released an energy that was sharp and powerful, the deep coldness from it was breathtaking. With a wave of her hand that held the sword, it could be seen that it was no ordinary sword. When the sword struck, it brought with it a powerful airflow.

    "Swoosh!"

    "Hey!"

    The fierce and powerful airflow from the sword spread to the surrounding area in an instant. The men in black who were unable to escape the airflow were sliced off at the waist. The ones who were quicker to respond had avoided the blow.

    However, when the men who had avoided the blow stood up, they broke out in cold sweat and stared at the Qingfeng sword in disbelief.

    If they had been half a second slower, they would have died by the Qingfeng sword!
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