Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

The Demon Severing Grandmaster and the others, who had been preparing to make their move, looked over in shock.    

    

Ning Xiaolei and the Yuwen brothers also looked over there.    

    

At this moment, Ao Xue'er was still standing in the air. The faint shadow of the moon was behind her back, and her clothes were as clean as before. There was not a speck of dust on her clothes.    

    

However, Ji Hualoong, who was fighting against her, was covered with blood. His hair was in disarray and he was half-kneeling in the air. His aura was extremely dispirited.    

    

Ao Xue'er glanced at Ji Hualoong apathetically and ignored him, flying straight over to him.    

    

The Demon Severing Grandmaster and the others were shocked, and quickly made way for him.    

    

When they arrived near Ning Xiaolei, Ao Xue'er looked directly at the Demon Slaying Grandmaster and the rest, "I will take him away, do you have any objections?"    

    

His tone was ice-cold, domineering, without a doubt. The coldness on his body caused one's heart to turn cold.    

    

Who would have thought that even the number one genius Ji Hualoong would be defeated by Ao Xue'er? The Demon Slaying Grandmaster hesitated momentarily.    

    

He couldn't even beat Ji Hualoong, so how could he fight against Ao Xue'er?    

    

But very quickly, he had an idea, and coldly snorted: "This is the hatred between us four forces, and him, and your Cold Moon Palace wants to participate?"    

    

"So what if you're involved? So what if you're not? Are you able to represent the four great powers?"    

    

Ao Xue'er spoke coldly, "Those who block me, don't blame me for being merciless. With me here, no one can touch him."    

    

"You …"    

    

The Demon Master's face was livid with anger, this was too unreasonable!    

    

With the hatred between Ning Xiaolei and the other four forces, how could it be counted like this?    

    

But with Ao Xue'er's strength, if she wanted to interfere, then he had no choice but to worry.    

    

Judging from the situation, it was obvious that Ao Xue'er was not afraid of him using the power backing him as a threat.    

    

Zhou Chenghu, Xuan Jingyu, and the others also had unsightly expressions on their faces as they looked at Ao Xue'er with unwillingness.    

    

If it wasn't for Ao Xue'er, with so many of them, Ning Xiaolei would definitely be captured.    

    

Seeing that the crowd was still unwilling to leave, Ao Xue'er snorted lightly. The image of the bright moon behind her suddenly solidified, lighting up the crowd with a cold killing intent.    

    

Ye Siyu and Li Xuerong flew over, each holding a Longsword, and stood together with Ao Xue'er.    

    

Beside him, Ning Xiaolei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Did Ao Xue'er think he was a soft persimmon? Why did she always want to stand up for him?    

    

The four great powers added up to a total of ten people.    

    

With the help of the Yuwen brothers and King Ranyi, Ning Xiaolei was not afraid of them.    

    

However, he was still very touched by this b * tch's intentions.    

    

Moreover, it seemed that Ao Xue'er had helped him before when they met for the first time.    

    

"Ao Xue'er, you really want to make a move?"    

    

Zhou Chenghu narrowed his eyes and asked coldly.    

    

Ao Xue'er looked at him indifferently, "I don't want to repeat the same words again."    

    

With that said, a powerful aura burst forth from her body. Other than Zhou Chenghu and the other two Stage Two Spirit Masters, the others were all pushed back a few steps.    

    

"Let them go. Don't stop them."    

    

Zhou Chenghu and the other two had unsightly expressions on their faces. They were considering if they should make a move, when suddenly, Ji Hualoong's roar came from a distance.    

    

It was as if he squeezed out these words one word at a time, and he could see how angry he was.    

    

If today's matter were to be spread out, he, Ji Hualoong, would become a laughingstock.    

    

"Let's go!"    

    

Ao Xue'er's eyes flickered. She looked deeply at Ji Hualoong and said to Ning Xiaolei.    

    

Ning Xiaolei nodded while smiling. Stepping on the Lightning Knife, he followed the three beauty Cold Moon Palace flying into the distance.    

    

The Yuwen brothers did not hesitate for even a moment. Then, they left as well.    

    

"Ning Xiaolei, I, Ji Hualoong, will definitely kill you in this life!"    

    

Not long after they left, a hysterical roar sounded in the area.    

    

Ning Xiaolei obviously heard it, but he just shrugged and didn't feel relieved at all.    

    

In his eyes, Ji Hualoong was just a pitiful guy who didn't know his place.