Recovery

"You, get out of the way," Jian Wushuang looked at Holy Maiden Jiuxi and said.

Jiuxi opened her mouth and wanted to say something. In the end, she sighed and stepped aside silently.

Instantly, the Jiuxi Holy Land disciples standing behind the Holy Maiden Jiuxi, such as Kuangyi and Xunshan, changed their expressions and asked, "Blood Sword, what do you want to do?"

"Blood Sword, don't go too far. We're disciples of Jiuxi Holy Land!"

"The Blood Sword..."

Pa!

Before they could finish, Jian Wushuang raised his palm and slapped them.

This slap did not contain any divine power, but it still landed on the faces from the vast and unfettered God.

"I've already killed Heavenly Snake Playboy. Why would I care about the Jiuxi Holy Land?" Jian Wushuang said coldly.