The Golden List: My Personal Maid is Jiang Yuyan

The sky was filled with dark clouds, and lightning struck.

Just drawing the sword caused a strange phenomenon in the world.

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Chapter 66: Ximen Chuxue's rebirth, Jiang Yuyan's warning! (First update of 5,000 words, please subscribe)

Ximen Chuxue's face changed drastically when he saw this.

Even when he was at his peak, he could only cause very slight changes in the world with all his strength, and there was no way to cause such a drastic change in the world.

Moreover, Zhou Zhiruo had only drawn the sword, and had not made a direct move, but it was like this.

For the first time, Ximen Chuxue felt that his sword talent, which he had once been proud of, was so vulnerable in front of a true genius.

"Am I really as vulnerable as before?"

Ximen Chuxue had a strong self-doubt.

When he was fighting with Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuxue's state of mind had already had a huge problem.

At this moment, this problem was magnified again.

He was still thinking about asking Zhou Zhiruo for advice, and then going to the Ming Cult to ask Yin Susu, the leader of the Ming Cult, for advice.

At the moment, he had completely given up on this idea.

He was so disheartened at this moment!

Even the sword in his hand, which was his life.

At this moment, it became dispensable.

"Cruel - Sword Speed!"

While Zhou Zhiruo used the Heart Sword Divine Art, she also used the Black Bodhi·Wrathful Ming Wang's Thunder Wrath Breaking the Void in the Bodhi Certification Divine Art.

This was when Xiaoyaoke, that is, Ying Ziyu, taught her these two techniques, and told her how to combine the two techniques together.

The power of this sword technique is far greater than that of a simple sword technique.

Zhou Zhiruo gathered all her internal strength to the tip of the sword, and disappeared in an instant.

Boom!

Thunder fell from the sky.

The trees were rustling in the wind.

Ximen Chuxue raised his head with lifeless eyes, and he could not catch any traces of Zhou Zhiruo's attack.

Even lightning was much slower than Zhou Zhiruo's attack.

Ximen Chuxue loosened his grip, and the long sword fell straight to the ground.

The next second, he endured a fierce attack like a rainstorm, and dense sword energy poured down on him.

Every sword energy that fell on his body would form a bloody wound on Ximen Chuxue's body.

But Ximen Chuxue gritted his teeth and endured the pain, without even frowning.

He accepted the attack of the sword rain calmly.

At this time, two different emotions were colliding in his heart.

In the distance, a man saw this situation and wanted to rush up regardless of everything.

Not long after he walked out, a pitch-black spear was inserted straight in front of him, stopping him.

The man retreated instantly and asked with a vigilant face: "Who is it!"

A night watchman walked out slowly, pulled out his spear, and said lightly: "The leader of the Western Demon Cult, Yu Luosha."

"Stand here, don't move, you can survive!"

He is the highest person in charge of the night watchmen here, numbered Jinluo San.

"Who are you?"

Yu Luosha asked in shock.

He felt the breath of a land immortal from the mysterious man in front of him.

"You don't need to know, just watch here, I can guarantee that Ximen Chuxue will not die."

Jinluo San's tone was very cold.

There was no emotional fluctuation in his words.

Just like the spear in his hand, the cold light was exposed.

Just one sentence, Yu Luosha felt like falling into an ice cave, and felt the biting cold all over his body.

"What is your purpose?"

Yu Luosha is the leader of the Western Demon Cult after all.

Naturally, he didn't believe that the other party would make such a promise for no reason.

If it weren't for the mysterious man in front of him to stop him, he would have rushed over to rescue Ximen Chuxue.

"I'll tell you when things over there are over."

"Don't worry, your son won't die!"

Jin Luosan said coldly.

Yu Luosha's eyes widened instantly, and she said in disbelief: "How do you know Ximen Chuxue is my son?"

Yes, he is Ximen Chuxue's father.

It's just that due to his identity, he can't be exposed in front of Ximen Chuxue.

Since knowing that Ximen Chuxue is looking for Ye Gucheng's traces all over Jiuzhou, Yu Luosha is afraid that Ximen Chuxue will have an accident, so she has been following behind.

Seeing with her own eyes that her son, who was originally handsome, suave, and elegant, has become so unkempt and sloppy now, Yu Luosha feels very uncomfortable.

"As long as we want to know, Jiuzhou has no secrets."

"The strength of the organization behind me is far beyond your imagination."

"Stay here peacefully, don't think about revenge on Zhou Zhiruo, otherwise not only you and Ximen Chuxue, but the entire Western Demon Cult will be wiped out."

Jin Luosan's words are full of murderous intent.

He was not threatening Yu Luosha, with the strength of a night watchman.

Not to mention one Western Demon Sect, even if ten or a hundred Western Demon Sects were added together, they could easily destroy it.

Yu Luosha's body trembled uncontrollably.

He did not doubt what the other party said at all.

Even though he was extremely anxious at this time, he could only stay here and wait for the battle over there to end.

Ximen Chuxue endured countless sword energy attacks, and finally he could no longer hold on, and the whole person flew backwards in an instant.

However, at the moment of flying out, he laughed.

He laughed very happily.

"This is the real swordsmanship!"

Ximen Chuxue laughed and said, and after falling heavily to the ground, he vomited blood and fainted. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhiruo did not care about Ximen Chuxue's life or death, and directly put away the sword and left, rushing towards the direction of Daqin.

She wanted to see him who she thought about day and night as quickly as possible - Xiaoyaoke, the ninth son of Daqin, Ying Ziyu!

After Zhou Zhiruo left, Jinluo San and Yu Luosha came over.

Looking at Ximen Chuxue, who was covered in blood and breathing more than breathing in, Yu Luosha felt very sad.

As a father, he had not been with Ximen Chuxue since he was a child.

He could only leave Ximen Chuxue in Wanmei Villa, but he didn't even dare to recognize him.

"Please, save him."

"As long as you can save his life."

"I'll do anything you ask me to do."

Yu Luosha begged Jinluo San bitterly. At this time, he was not the leader of a demon sect, but just a father who didn't want his son to die.

Jinluo San didn't hesitate, took out a pill from his arms and put it into Ximen Chuxue's mouth.

Then, he took out a token and threw it to Yu Luosha.

"He can't die, and when he wakes up again, his strength will be even stronger because his state of mind has changed."

"When I need you, I will contact you."

"Remember your current identity. If you dare to have any bad intentions, Jiuzhou will no longer have a place for you to hide!"