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A sword follows like a shadow, and Long Yuan chases the soul. Yu Fusheng made a complete mistake, originally he could have avoided this catastrophe, even if it was a head-to-head confrontation, he would not lose so quickly.

It's just a small mistake that the eye of perspective can penetrate the smoke, and he is still full of confidence in his ability to escape from the wilderness, and he catches the cicada in eight steps! The Niu B light skill passed down three hundred years ago, even if it was to let that kid run a few steps first, it didn't matter, but he also miscalculated the nemesis' ability, imagine how long it would take for a Heavenly Realm white ape flying in the jungle to catch up with a flying 'know'?

The answer is very simple, as long as the white ape can see the 'know' in flight, it can catch up with it in an instant, and even use it as a snack.

Eight steps to catch the cicada is far inferior to the Tiankui Divine Wind Step, it's as simple as that, Yu Fusheng has to suffer the consequences if he is conceited and misacted, and when a blue light flashes through his neck, he understands, but it already hurts!

A sword wipes his throat, the gods are difficult to save, the Longyuan sword is a divine weapon of the past and the present, plus Xu Qing poured eighty percent of the positive yang qi on the sword, this thunderous sword directly cut Yu Fusheng's throat, and the viscous blood gushed out along the gap in his neck, and his vitality flowed together.

Heavenly realm martial artists are also going to die, all the Heavenly Realm Pills that Xu Qing got before proved this, as well as the bloody Tutian Diary of Emperor Zhao Jiuzhong, Yu Fusheng can be regarded as a generation of strange people, but today he lost his old life for a wave of greed, and he also responded to the saying, one drink and one peck, it is not predetermined.

Even Xu Qing was surprised to be able to kill Yu Fusheng with one sword, this was also the first Heavenly Realm martial artist to die in his hands in the true sense, I don't know whether to be happy or worried? 、

Xu Qing was not a good man, he put the Long Yuan sword back into the sheath, quickly ran to Yu Fusheng's corpse in a pool of blood, and glanced at it and found that this old Taoist priest really had a lot of things with him, there were hundreds of rune papers alone, as well as various medicine bottles and some small objects.

"Alas! I didn't want to kill you. Xu Qing sighed at the corpse, stretched out his hand to carry the corpse and returned to the inner courtyard, at this time the smoke had dissipated, and the phantom was carried by He Shang with his legs tied with a belt and knelt in front of Li Lao and the others, insisting that he sing conquest.

Ahem! Xu Qing covered his mouth with his fist and coughed dryly twice, successfully attracting everyone's attention. He Shang ran over and said with a smile: "Boss, the old Taoist priest was really slaughtered by your sword?" ”

Xu Qing put down the corpse in his hand and said in a low voice: "It should be said that he committed suicide, and his neck hit the blade of the sword." ”

He Shangzheng nodded and said: "I understand, this product is drunk Sanlu, my waist is not sore, my legs are not painful, and my heart is not beating, right?" ”

Xu Qing couldn't cry or laugh, stretched out his hand and knocked the door of this guy's head, and said in a deep voice: ", you kid just don't knock." ”

He Shang pretended to be resentful and touched his head and shouted: "Boss, can you knock it leisurely?" I'm still a half-wounded soldier! Xu Qing ignored the goods and walked quickly to the Phantom Zun who was kneeling on the ground.

I thought that the Phantom Zun who was in the wind and clouds at the beginning was now as white as earth, his body was shaking up and down as if he was sifting chaff, and his broken arm was bleeding freely, and it wouldn't take long for him to choke and catch a cold. 、

Xu Qing's heart couldn't bear it for a while, and he quickly pointed at the acupuncture point above the broken arm of the Phantom Zun, the blood suddenly slowed down, and he tore off the blindfold on his face, and in vain pulled out the short sword from his waist and swung it down his legs.