More than twenty black fogs made Du Tiexue, one of the three sons of the river, very busy. The magic weapons he activated by the long black fog snakes could not be cut off, but he was afraid that he could only retreat desperately if he was bound by these black fogs.

Back, back, back, or back!

This series of retreats retreated hundreds of feet. This distance was nothing to Emperor Du, but his face was burning. The three of them even retreated again and again when dealing with a cultivator in the Golden Pill stage. If they said this, they would not have to mess around with Jiang Sanzi.

But his shameful state only maintained for a moment. Because a shrill roar came into his ears at this moment.

The roar was full of despair, unwillingness, and resentment...

But these are not the most important things for Emperor Du. The most important thing is that the roar comes from a person he is familiar with, who is Huang Wusheng. The relationship between the three sons of Langjiang, Du Tiedi and Huang Wusheng is also close to the top ten Jindan real people of the Langjiang Sword Sect.

The moment he heard the roar, he turned his head and looked towards the direction where the roar was made, and saw a silver-white sword light, slashing towards Huang Wusheng unstoppable. Under the sword light, Huang Wusheng seemed so small.

Without any magic weapon, Huang Wusheng could not avoid the attack of the sword light! At this moment, Du Tiexue also understood that the main reason why Fang Ling wanted to avoid them was to take this opportunity to kill Huang Wusheng, the weakest among them.

"Dare you!" An angry shout. Emperor Du took the air and rushed into the air. The huge mountain seal urged him to rush towards the sword light. He knew very well that even if the sword light hit, it would be too late. However, in the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, he still used all his strength to activate his magic weapon.

On the other side of Mo Yungu, at this moment, he tried his best to activate the rolling fire, trying to break through the black air that blocked them like a net bag.

The sword light flashed, and the black air was cut off three in succession. However, the remaining nineteen sticks to the sword light, slowing down the sword light again. At this moment, the long sword with the silver light flashed was already slashed.

Huang Wusheng was only surprised and stayed there. He knew that at this moment, he should not be dazed, and should try his best to do the last thing, even if he couldn't escape, his golden elixir should escape.

But experience told him that he could not escape the vast sword light. The golden elixir and spiritual consciousness were probably going to be crushed into pieces before they left their bodies. All he could do was watch the flying sword fall.

The sword light flashed, and Huang Wusheng felt that his robe made of the thousand-year-old fire silk sacrifice had broken. He felt deeply regretful in his heart at this moment. He had been in seclusion in the cave, so he shouldn't have ended up losing his body because of an immortal stone mine. After hearing Wei Shang's words, he was injured.

He is unwilling to give up. He is absolutely unwilling to give up!

If God could give him a chance, he would never come to this immortal stone mine again, nor would he provoke this opponent who seemed to have just become a golden elixir, but had strong magical powers and great magical powers. But who can save him?

At this time, not no one wanted to save him. Take the long-browed Lan Taozi for example. He was very anxious to save this important disciple of the Langjiang Sword Sect. Jindan Zhenren, losing one, could make him feel heartbroken.

The sword light filled with Gengjin aura was not a big problem for Lan Taozi. He had at least twenty-one ways to break the sword light. And there were four ways to save Huang Wusheng in an instant. But now he had only the means, but it was difficult to use it. Just like he was looking at Liu Liren tightly, Liu Liren's spiritual sense was now tightly enveloped him.

As long as he dares to be distracted and acts, Liu Liren, who is looking calm, will give him a shocking blow without hesitation.

"You... did you have any plans?" Thinking of her aggressive attitude towards Liu Liren just now, and Liu Liren was patient, Lan Taozi didn't understand that she was fooled by this guy!

Liu Liren's face showed a smile and said, "This is not a fool. It's mainly because I have more confidence in this disciple. Take you, Lan Taozi, for example, isn't it because you have 100% confidence in the so-called Sanzi of Lanjiang that you don't hesitate to pull down your old face and run here to stop me?"

Lan Taozi snorted coldly, but he had to admit in his heart that Liu Liren was right. The reason why things turned out like this was not that his wisdom and spiritual sense were worse than Liu Liren. The main reason was that he did not calculate Fang Ling accurately.

If he had known that Fang Ling had such a strong magic power, he would not have fallen into such an embarrassing situation. He pondered for a moment and said coldly: "Liu Liren, things have come to this point, and we admit defeat, but Huang Wusheng's life must be preserved. I will never agree to kill the Jindan real person of the Sword Sect of the Sword.

Speaking of this, the four words "never agree" were so gloomy. Although he did not say it clearly, the faint threat had already been revealed. He was telling Liu Liren that if Fang Ling dared to kill Huang Wusheng, he would never sit idly by. In the future, he would have to attack Fang Ling.

Liu Liren's expression was still calm, but he said lightly: "Lan Taozi, if you say that, then your entire Langjiang Sword Sect will be buried in your underwater cave and don't come out. Otherwise, I will kill one if I see one!"

For cultivators at the level of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, even if they are real people in Jindan, there is no difficulty in killing them. What's more, they are disciples at the two levels of foundation building and qi training. Although the Bianjiang Sword Sect is known as tens of thousands of cultivators, it would be a slight effort to let Liu Liren go.

"Liu Liren, if you dare to threaten us, if you dare to kill my disciples of the Langjiang Sword Sect, I will dare to attack your disciples of Qianzhu Sect. Humph, I believe that it won't take long to kill you all Qianzhu Sect." Lan Taozi had a ferocious face and a gloomy expression.

Liu Liren put a chess piece on the chessboard with a calm expression and said with a calm expression: "Whatever, if Brother Dao is willing to go to our Luoying Mountain to play, I will welcome you at any time. The lives of thousands of disciples of the Zhushu Sect for the lives of tens of thousands of disciples of the Liaojiang Sword Sect, I don't seem to lose money!"

This sentence almost made Lan Taozi faint. Liu Liren actually wanted to exchange his life. He really couldn't afford to exchange it. Although he could kill all the people of Qianzhu Sect, he also knew that with Liu Liren's current cultivation level, it would not be a big problem to secretly kill the monks of the Sword Sect of the Sword Sect.

Maybe Liu Liren is willing to give up the Qianzhu Sect, but he is definitely unwilling to give up the Bianjiang Sword Sect. This place is not only where he has struggled for many years, but also has his entire relatives. He is not as careless as Liu Liren is in the Qianzhu Sect.

"Brother Liu, according to the rules set by that person back then, we cannot participate in the battle between the younger generations below."

Liu Liren smiled, smiling calmly, and he said coldly: "Lan Taozi, don't you think that after living for so many years, you are getting worse and worse? I just told you that the strong are respected and life and death are based on fate! Now I tell you that the strong are respected and life and death are based on fate, and your grandmother's starts to tell me the rules again!"

"You are changing all the time. The so-called rules are purely farts. What are you considered to be a thing!"

Liu Liren said this sentence with a smile, but his words were like a slap on Lan Taozi's face. Lan Taozi's expression turned blue and red, and he even had the urge to cut Liu Liren into pieces.

But he is a rational person after all. He knows that he is not better than Liu Liren in terms of cultivation. The possibility of taking advantage of the situation is very small.

At this moment, the shrill scream suddenly stopped. It was like a duck screaming, suddenly being choked by someone and could no longer scream. Lan Taozi's spiritual sense quickly swept towards the battle position, and saw that Huang Wusheng had been cut into two pieces in half.

The golden elixir as big as a thumb flew out of Huang Wusheng's head at this moment. Above the golden elixir, a piece of green cloud was gathered by Huang Wusheng's spiritual consciousness. As soon as he flew out, he shouted for help from Du Tiexue and the other two: "Two senior brothers, help me!"

The golden elixir flies very fast, so when the golden elixir cultivator's scalp is destroyed, he can use the golden elixir to escape the danger of both souls and souls. But at this time, how could Fang Ling allow Huang Wusheng's golden elixir to escape? The demon-controlled banner in his hand shook, and a black skeleton suddenly flew out of the demon-controlled banner. With a grinding-sized mouth sucked, the golden elixir couldn't help but fly towards Fang Ling's mouth.

Huang Wusheng was already scared to death at this time and was sucked by Fang Ling, the skeleton of the golden elixir condensed by the mysterious energy of the golden elixir. He suddenly felt that the golden elixir that had been fighting for many years was no longer the thing he had refined. He could not do it if he wanted to use a secret method to activate the golden elixir to burst, so he could only watch Huang Wusheng's golden elixir fall into the mouth of the huge skeleton. The trace of unwillingness and fear in his heart also disappeared without a trace as the golden elixir penetrated into the mouth of the black skull.

The soul and soul were destroyed. The Jindan Zhenren, who had a lifespan of 500, and Huang Wusheng, one of the three sons of Langjiang, died in Fang Ling's hands.

With Huang Wusheng's death, Fang Ling shook the Demon Imperial Banner, and the black skull flew back into the Demon Imperial Banner. However, the moment the black skull sank into the Demon Imperial Banner, Fang Ling felt the skeleton crack, and in a flash, another black skull appeared in the Demon Imperial Banner.

Feeling that the black skeleton that had just split was not weaker than the power of the original black skeleton, Fang Ling was overjoyed for a moment. (To be continued...)

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