Huang Wusheng was in his forties and was wearing a yellow robe. When people saw it, they felt very majestic. At this time, there were more than a dozen foundation-building monks under Fang Ling standing around him. Although these people looked at Huang Wusheng with a defensive attitude when Fang Ling came, Huang Wusheng's eyes did not pay any attention to them.

It's like a tiger never pays attention to the monkeys playing around him. These foundation-building monks will not fall into Huang Wusheng's eyes.

When Fang Ling led Yang Jiu and the Black Scorpion lady to come, Huang Wusheng's eyes were like two cold stars, falling straight towards Fang Ling's body.

"You are Fang Ling?"

Huang Wusheng said this sentence directly, and when he said this, Huang Wusheng's mouth raised, with a sense of high looking down. Huang Wusheng's attitude made Fang Ling feel very uncomfortable. He sneered: "Yes, I am Fang Ling, what's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter? Don't you know?" Huang Wusheng stepped forward arrogantly and said coldly: "The more than 120 female monks of the Wanhua Sword Sect were all captured by someone and died. Fellow Daoist Fang wouldn't say that he didn't know about this matter, right?"

Although he had been prepared in his heart, Fang Ling's heart still felt anger when he listened to Huang Wusheng's aggressive questioning. He knew that this was a conspiracy and an excuse, and the purpose was to hold this shit basin on Fang Ling's head.

After he, the monster, was killed by demons, this immortal stone mine would naturally become the spoils of demons. Thinking about the fate of those demons in their memory, Fang Ling's tyrannical aura increased by five points out of thin air.

"I just don't know. If Brother Huang had nothing to do, leave as soon as possible. Now it is the forbidden place of my Qianzhu Sect. If you stay for no reason, you will be killed without mercy!"

Fang Ling's words made Huang Wusheng feel very unhappy. He was a wise man in the world, and ordinary evil demons should explain to him carefully and say that this matter was not done by him. Unexpectedly, Fang Ling directly issued an order to expel him.

"Fang Ling. All the female monks of the Wanhua Sword Sect died under the evil magic of the Sword Sect. If you want to break through the defense of the Wanhua Sword Sect, you must at least have the cultivation of Jindan Zhenren. You are so flickering and shirking your responsibilities. I think the one who attacked the Wanhua Sword Sect and forced more than 100 female monks to take the true Yin Yin is you, the demon!"

Huang Wusheng's words made Yang Jiu and the Black Scorpion lady feel cold. They basically haven't left Fang Ling's side for a while, so they naturally know that Fang Ling has no time to do this.

Huang Wusheng, like this, covered Fang Ling's head. This made it seem like even if Fang Ling jumped into the sea, it would be difficult to wash clearly.

"Zhengren Huang, we have been with Zhenren Fang, we can testify. Zhenren Fang has never been to the Wanhua Sword Sect." Yang Jiu hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice.

Huang Wusheng looked at Yang Jiu coldly, and his eyes fell on Fang Ling's face again. He said lightly: "Birds of a feather, just by your words, do you think the real person will believe it?" Speaking of this, he looked at Fang Ling and said: "Fang Ling, if you want to prove your innocence, then go with me."

The so-called trip is naturally not to say that Huang Wusheng and Fang Ling went out for a walk. Fang Ling suddenly had a smile on his lips at this time. He looked at Huang Wusheng and said lightly: "What if I don't?"

"No, that means you have a ghost in your heart; no, that means you did this matter; no, then don't blame me for avenging the people of the world, for those who have died, and killing you, the evil demon who kills innocent people!" Huang Wusheng said this, his eyes were like sharp swords, and he stared at Fang Ling tightly.

The murderous intent that surged from Huang Wusheng made the foundation-building monks around him feel heartbroken. However, they all looked at Fang Ling with concern at this time. Although Fang Ling defeated Wei Shang, what he had to face now was Huang Wusheng, one of the three sons of the River.

Fang Ling was very calm. He did not speak immediately, but waited for half a quarter of an hour before he said leisurely: "What are you!"

After saying those righteous words, Huang Wusheng felt a sense of pride. He felt that no matter what he said, he had forced the demon to the corner of the wall, making it difficult for him to retreat. Although he knew that this matter would never be solved in just a few words, once these words were thrown out, the demon of the Qianzhu Sect opposite would definitely make it three points shorter.

But I didn't expect that what was greeted was like this. Such a very rude sentence, what are you? The other party said this without loud voice, but it was like a slap in the face.

As one of the three sons of Langjiang, Huang Wusheng was admired by people on weekdays. Even the ancestor of the Nascent Soul level had never said such insults to him. But now, he heard it.

What do you think of? This sentence is very ruthless, but it is more disdainful. It is because it does not take Huang Wusheng as a person. This is something that Huang Wusheng cannot bear. There is a little fire in his eyes, and a strong murderous intent arises in his heart.

He looked at Fang Ling and said coldly: "What did you say just now? Have the courage to say it to me again!"

"Are you deaf? You haven't even heard this clearly. Haven't I said it? Since you still want to listen, I will say it again. What I just said is, what are you! Remember this time." Fang Ling said this coldly: "Get out now, I can spare you from death, otherwise, today will be your burial place."

"You evil spirit, you are a monster. You are not talking about the hundreds of disciples of the Wanhua Sword Sect using cruel means, but you are still talking wildly here. Today, I, Huang Wusheng, can't let you be arrogant here?" As Huang Wusheng spoke, he pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and four green sword lights flew out of his small Qiankun bag and slashed towards Fang Ling.

These four sword lights were as fast as lightning. As they flew out, the murderous aura of the sword light instantly enveloped the surrounding ten feet in the middle. Fang Ling saw that Huang Wusheng had actually commanded the four flying swords, so he paid more attention to it. Generally speaking, the flying swords of the Golden Pill Cultivator were all one, which was easy and convenient to control the swords. People who set up a set of flying swords not only need a strong mind, but also have other means. The thoughts flashed in his mind, and Fang Ling slapped his small Qiankun bag and took out the Demon Imperial Banner.

The moment the sword light was about to rush to him, Fang Ling gently shook the Demon Imperial Banner, and four black apertures rushed towards the four sword lights.

The aperture transformed by the mysterious female ** instantly entangled Huang Wusheng's sword light. Huang Wusheng, who had not taken Fang Ling, the person who had just entered the golden elixir, had instantly felt that his four flying swords were added to his powerful force, which made it extremely difficult for him to control the flying sword for a while.

"Hmph", with a gentle sneer, Huang Wusheng pinched the magic trick in his hand quickly, and in an instant, the four sword lights suddenly gathered together in the void, and the rolling green light turned into a cloud of water. Looking from afar, it looked like a wave.

Huang Wusheng's change is a great sword technique of the Canglang technique of the Bianjiang Sword Sect. It uses the method of turning the real into the virtual and living things out of thin air. Although this sword technique and the sword-condensing silk are all extreme, their power has their own advantages.

In order to refine this method, Huang Wusheng was in seclusion for fifty years. The purpose was to make a name for himself in the world with this method. If Fang Ling's black aura of the mysterious female was too strange, Huang Wusheng would not have been willing to use this method early.

In Fang Ling's view, ten feet around him were surrounded by rolling waves at this time. The water was surging, and in the surging water light, it seemed like there were fish swimming in the water waves, constantly rushing towards Fang Ling.

These swimming fish are not fish, but groups of sword lights. Once these sword lights gather, they can crush the people in the sword light fish.

There were two golden elixir monks standing on the distant mountain ten miles away. These two were tall and short. The tall man smiled gently and said, "Junior Brother Huang has worked hard enough in these years. It is not easy to transform sixteen swordfishes with the Canglang Art!"

The shorter man beside him sneered and said, "Hard work is worthless. Brother Huang's hard work is worthwhile. Don't you want to compete with your senior brother for the top position of Sanzi Ruojiang for the first place? Although his Canglang Art has divided sixteen swordfishes, it is impossible to combine the four swords and transform into a giant Kun."

Speaking of this, the short man said a little regretfully: "Since the ancestor of this sect created this Canglang Art, no one in this sect has been able to combine four swords. Is the saying that the giant Kun swept the world true?"

The tall man still had a smile on his face, and at this time he said, "The saying of sweeping the world is indeed a bit over. But the power of the four swords to achieve the giant Kun is definitely not small. After all, each swordfish is a full-strength attack from the sword. The giant Kun transformed by the four swords into one is the power of the sixteen swordfishes gathered together."

"Think about it, how powerful is this kind of power!" The tall man said with emotion: "It's a pity that no one has ever practiced this sword technique to such an extent, otherwise this Canglang technique would definitely be the first sword technique in our sect."

The short man nodded and said, "Senior Brother is right. Fang Ling can let Senior Brother Huang take out all his skills. He is really extraordinary. But he just doesn't know that he can catch a few swordfish."

"No matter how many things are, he will be buried in Junior Brother Huang's Canglang Skill today!" As soon as the tall man said this, a hint of coldness rose on his whole body.

Although the short man felt that things were not that simple, he still responded: "Senior Brother is right. For senior brother, do you see, is Fang Ling the one who destroyed the Wanhua Sword Sect?"

"This doesn't matter, what's important is that he's dead!" The tall man smiled and then said quietly. (To be continued...)
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