Chapter 58 Reactions and Weeds

"No?" Hearing this sad and old voice, Yue Jian really stopped obediently and looked at him.

A white-haired swordsman rushed out from the wind clan and stood beside a young nine-grade swordsman who was attracted from nowhere by Yue Jian, begging for his eyes and stared at Yue Jian's face.

Looking at Yue Jian's funny smile, he said in an astringent voice, "Please let my son go. I would like to replace it!"

"Oh?" Yue Jian's eyes became more and more interesting, looking at the old swordsman silent.

"Go quickly." The old man pushed his young son and said softly.

The young nine-grade swordsman just stood still and looked at Yue Jian. He didn't care about his father's urging at all. He looked very tough and calm.

"Good, good!" Yue Jian looked at the father and son with great interest and suddenly opened his mouth and praised, "I didn't expect that there were some people in the wind clan who were tough and sacrificed their lives. I was still wondering why there was no good play of father-son filial piety.

"I'll let my son go and I'll take care of him!" He seemed to be angered by Yue Jian's words and said harshly.

"You have killed a lot of people in your life." Yue Jian suddenly asked.

"What about it?" Anyway, the old sword saint was killed when he stretched out his head and shrank his head. Instead, he risked it.

"So, are there any innocent women, children and children among so many people you killed?" Yue Jian asked again.

"..." The old swordsman of the Feng clan stopped talking. The situation at this time was very similar to that at that time, but the surroundings had changed, and the killer at that time became a lamb to be slaughtered.

"I know that I am deeply guilty and deserve to die. But my son's hands have not been stained with that kind of blood..." The old Jiansheng suddenly opened his mouth and stopped talking, because he knew that how many people like them were really clean?

"You will do whatever you want in front of people you can't bully." Yue Jian looked at him with a pitiful look and said pitifully, "When those innocent women, children and children begged people, why did you stop your hands and have any pity in your hearts? Now you have met a stronger than you, and you have become the innocent lamb. Instead, you want the compassion and compassion of others. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world?

"If you want to kill Yue, you can be killed. How can there be so much nonsense?" The young nine-grade swordsman roared angrily.

"Thank you for reminding me!" Yue Jian smiled at him, and then the young man got what he wanted and died.

seemed to be tired, Yue Jian waved gently, and the last group of people also died completely.

"What's the difference between you and me? Isn't the essence still the same? What kind of savior is pretending to be a good man?" The old sword saint of the Feng clan, who saw his son be killed by Yue Jian and lost his last hope in his life, hissed.

"I'm not a savior." Yue Jian looked at him and said seriously, "If anyone can kill me and my whole family, I will never say a word, because his fist is bigger than mine, so I have to be silent."

Looking at the old swordsman's crazy and resentful face, Yue Jian smiled softly and said, "It's just that I don't like people like you. Obviously, he is a wolf, but in front of someone stronger than you, he has to peel off his wolf skin and say that you are a lamb - a wolf for a day and a wolf for life. To be a wolf, you must have the consciousness of being a wolf and a good quality from the end. On the way, he suddenly took off his wolf skin and said that he was actually a pure and innocent little white sheep. Do you have any wolf products?!"

The resentment in the eyes of the old sword saint suddenly disappeared. He looked at the most powerful wolf king in the world with a complicated look and suddenly felt exhausted, and even the arrogance of Jiansheng disappeared in an instant. He lowered his head and bowed his waist and walked slowly towards the street like an ordinary old farmer, staggering like a walking corpse.

turned the last piece of paper into a white butterfly all over the sky. Yue Jian looked at the mournful wind and wind and clouds and suddenly showed a strange and soft smile and said, "I know your five families have always liked checks and balances. I don't want your five families to really lose their balance, so you don't have to be sad and don't worry.

When he said the checks and balances, the other four tribes of Star City hid in the dark and peeped at him felt very bad in the hearts of the people who responded quickly and rushed to the family. In an instant, there were much fewer shadows in the dark.

but it was too late. Yue Jian's hand moved casually in the air, and the whole world was held in his hand, identifying the family to which those people belonged, proofread the number of people, and then he let go of his hand and let go of the world.

"Dong Dong..." The sound of the human body falling to the ground keeps ringing. The difference is that some people are alive, while others have died.

"Well, you should be relieved now." Yue Jian rushed to the wind and blew the clouds, revealing his white teeth and said with a smile, "The swordsman of the other four clans is the same as yours. As for the swordsman Jiupin, I think you still have a lot, which is not a key influencing factor and will not have much impact on your fight, will it?

Without looking at their hard and frightened faces, the more they patted their bright hands to signal that they could leave.

When Yue Mingxin just turned his body around, Yue Jian suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at the wind and said with a smile, "Tell Feng Xiaoxiao that madman, in the future, if there is one less person in my Yue family because of him, the wind clan in the human world will definitely lose a person with a higher cultivation of response. Don't you want to see my reaction? All this is my reaction today. The more amiable the smile of the sword became: "The more they are dissatisfied with my reaction today, the more I don't mind giving them the satisfactory reaction they want!"

With a slight smile, the more clearly he pushed the sword, the farther he gradually went. In the complex and painful eyes of tens of thousands of people, they are like the most dazzling stars, and then slowly disappear into the space of nothingness.

Someone of the remaining four families checked the losses of their own clan. After getting the same number of swordsman deaths as the Wind clan after the statistics, they hurried to their own families regardless of greeting each other.

It was not until the figure of Yue Jian disappeared that the wind blew the clouds that he looked at each other with lingering flin.

"Father, what should we do in the future?" Feng Chuiyun asked carefully, "Isn't it better to kill our father and son if he wants to express his angry reaction to the outside world?"

"Stupid child!" Fengman thought about the moment when he controlled the space when Yuejian killed the other sword saints of the other four clans, and he couldn't move, and he was even more shocked and inexplicably. He suppressed himself and said with a wry smile, "This is the tacit understanding between the six sword immortals in the world. Killing the Sword Emperor can certainly show his anger, but in that case, Feng Xiao Jianxian will also be furious and take action. After all, how many sword emperors are there in the human world!"

"But the sword saint is different." Feng said bitterly, "Although the number of sword saints is rare, the moderate consumption is still within the scope of the sword immortals. If one day the sword kills the Sword Emperor, it means that the two clans will completely tear their faces and fight. Therefore, Jiansheng is the most suitable practice for Jianxian to speak and react, and it is almost the bottom line for them to test each other.

"But..." Thinking of the increasingly rare swordsmen of his clan, Feng Fuyun said reluctantly, "We just killed a few of them swordsmen, and he killed so many of us swordsmen - isn't it too wrong for them to die?"

"The other four clans have lost an equal number of swordsmen without any action?" Feng Mang said with a wry smile, "We have got the results we want, so we don't have to delve into it. Let's leave the rest to those high gods!"

At the thought of the sword saint who was also killed by the other four clans, Feng suddenly felt a little comfortable in his heart. If there is a comparison, there will be a difference, and if there is a difference, it can produce happiness, which really makes sense. Then he looked up in awe and obediently at the top of his head.

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Although the news that 50 million users of the trading system were slapped to death by the fire clan's sword fairy was covered up by the five families, the first part of the person to get the news still conveyed the facts to everyone he knew.

And the list of 50 million victims is also constantly circulating and improving in the world, becoming more and more complete.

Some illiterate people don't understand how huge 50 million is. They look at the rallies in their own town under the easy-to-understand explanation of others, put 5,000 rallies together and instantly understand, and then they become angry and painful.

Those ordinary people have the simplest worldview. Three meals a day, my wife's hot kang, and my children and grandchildren are full.

When this news did not break out before, although they lived a hard life, they could still eat every day, hugged their soft wife and roll around at night, and could also honor their parents and care for their children and friends.

When they learned the news, they looked at the crying of the mother-in-law around them, and the innocent and pitiful eyes of the little child suddenly had an indescribable fear in their hearts. What if one day a huge palm suddenly fell from their heads and smashed their hard but happy days into mud?

Farmers are all satisfied and ignorant. They are indifferent. They only sweep the snow in front of their homes and don't care about the frost of others. But once the disaster of other people's families may happen to their heads one day, their hearts can't help but have some idea.

And this idea is like a weed. Once it is generated, it is difficult to dispel and will spread wildly and spread quickly.