The gray-haired man stood motionless in front of Wang Chongyang, his face was as pale as a dead man, his eyes were empty and weak, but he was inexplicably full of murderous energy.

Zhihai's voice floated at this time, "Wu Fenghua, now is a critical time, don't let anyone hinder us!" ”

Wu Fenghua, a gray-haired man, nodded his head and said in a deep voice I know, the voice was extremely rigid, without any emotion.

Wang Chongyang said to Zhihai at this time, "Zhihai Bald Donkey......" originally wanted to scold Zhihai, but after thinking about it, there is nothing to scold about this matter, suffer a loss and grow wise, and will definitely not trust people so easily in the future.

Just thinking about it, Wu Fenghua in front of him suddenly had a strangely shaped scimitar in his hand, and the blades on both sides were about to be connected, and the handle was not at the end of the end, but in the center, it looked more like a shovel than a knife.

Wu Fenghua's hand shook, and the scimitar spun and flew towards him like a full moon, and the angle of rotation was like a flying saucer, making a swishing sound.

Seeing this, Wang Chongyang said secretly, it seems that these people from the Cultivator Alliance Association are all mainly refining weapons, and everyone has strange weapons, and they are all up to do it.

As soon as his mind reached this, he saw that the scimitar had arrived in front of him, Wang Chongyang immediately stretched out his sword to block, and immediately heard a crisp sound and felt his hand tremble.

The scimitar was immediately bounced and flew away, hitting the wall on one side, and immediately smashed a brick, and at the same time that the broken bricks were scattered from the wall, the scimitar flew back into Wu Fenghua's hand with a whizz.

Wu Fenghua still stood in place and did not move, his eyes were staring at the long sword in Wang Chongyang's hand, and when he saw the green and faint fire light above the fire sword, his brows furrowed slightly.

Without waiting for Wang Chongyang to see Wu Fenghua's expression clearly, he immediately shook his hand, and the scimitar flew towards Wang Chongyang in an instant.

Wang Chongyang continued to hold his sword to block, but as soon as he heard a clang, he blocked the scimitar, but he saw that the scimitar suddenly flashed with cold light and disappeared, and instantly conjured up more than a dozen identical scimitars in front of Wang Chongyang.

More than a dozen scimitars whizzed in mid-air, Wu Fenghua's eyes moved, and the dozen or so scimitars immediately flew towards Wang Chongyang at the same time.

Wang Chongyang's heart sank, and he immediately took a leap backwards, and then used his sword to block the attack of the scimitar, and every time he blocked a scimitar, the scimitar immediately flew back, and after a while, it flew back again.

I can't help it, the scimitars that just flew back are separated again, and each scimitar is divided into more than a dozen again, but in an instant, in this huge space, Wu Fenghua's scimitars are flying everywhere.

And Wu Fenghua never moved half a step, looking at his posture, it was obvious that he was the highest cultivator in the five-person group of the Cultivator Alliance, and compared with Wu Fenghua in front of him, the previous few people were simply not of the same level.

Wang Chongyang was lacking in skills at this time, and he kept blocking the scimitar, but he was afraid to block the scimitar, because as long as he blocked one, there would be more than a dozen of them immediately, and so on, the more he blocked, the more scimitars he had.

His brain hurt from the sound of the scimitar spinning in front of him, and his eyes were dazzled, and the cold light appeared everywhere, and he couldn't see it at all.

The problem now is that you know that it is not good for you to block, but you can't stop blocking, and if you don't block, you will be attacked by those scimitars immediately.

Wang Chongyang was anxious, but he couldn't think of any solution, secretly thinking that Donghuang Taiyi was here at this time, maybe he could see the flaws in the other party's moves.

It's a pity that Donghuang Taiyi's goods still don't know where they are, maybe they are still on the way from Zhehai to Jiangdong.

When Wang Chongyang retreated in defeat and retreat, he heard Zhihai say to Wu Fenghua, "Don't ink with him, kill him directly!" ”

Wu Fenghua turned his head and nodded again, and when he turned back again, the black qi in his eyes leaked out, obviously although his cultivation was high, the more he was controlled by Zhihai.

As soon as he turned his head, the black gas in his eyes immediately divided into countless paths, and began to fly towards the various scimitars, and after a while, the hundreds of scimitars in front of Wang Chongyang had a faint layer of black qi on them.

However, at this time, Wang Chongyang also had a slight chance to breathe, and after he immediately adjusted his breathing, his eyes stared at the scimitars in front of him, and he didn't dare to be distracted for a moment.

The four people before at least talked to you, so that they could find opportunities to find each other's weaknesses, this Wu Fenghua was simply an elm pimple, silent, blindly attacking.

Wang Chongyang had just adjusted his breathing, but he saw that the countless scimitars in front of him immediately swished again, and in an instant, they flew towards Wang Chongyang's face.

Wang Chongyang's heart sank, and he immediately stretched out his sword to block, but this time, the scimitar blocked by him did not fly away again, but the scimitar behind it flew one after another, impacting Wang Chongyang's long sword.

Wang Chongyang was actually hit by these scimitars again and again, and he retreated from time to time, and every time a scimitar flew in, it fused with the first scimitar.

After a while, countless scimitars were fused together, and there was only one scimitar in front of Wang Chongyang's long sword at this time, but the black qi on the scimitar was extremely strong.

Although the Ancient Flame was burning, it seemed to be swallowed up by this black gas several times, and it didn't know what the origin of this black gas was, and even the Ancient Flame was not its opponent.

Wang Chongyang unconsciously glanced at the black air mass in the center of the front, the culprit should be this guy.

He thought that if he wanted to deal with Wu Fenghua in front of him, it would be better to capture the thief and capture the king first, and go directly to kill the black qi, maybe all the problems would be solved.

Wang Chongyang thought about it and immediately dodged, avoided the scimitar in front of him, and ran directly to the front.

But as soon as he ran a step, he immediately heard a whooshing sound in his ears, and the scimitar immediately blocked in front of him again.

Wang Chongyang's heart moved, and he looked at the owner of the scimitar, it seemed that if he didn't solve this goods, it would be impossible to enter.

Thinking about Wang Chongyang, he condensed his thoughts, and said to himself in his heart, "Come out, Lao Tzu has no choice!" ”

But after talking for a while, I didn't see anything unusual about my body, and immediately said to myself, "You came out?" ”

As he was talking, the scimitar in front of him suddenly disappeared, and when Wang Chongyang reflected, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, knowing that the scimitar must have flown behind him to attack his weakness.

Wang Chongyang was just about to reach out to pull out the scimitar behind his back, but he felt a pain in his body, and the scimitar flew away by itself, he immediately leaned his back against the wall, and scolded in his heart, "If you don't come out, you will never come out!" ”

At this time, the scimitar with black gas kept hovering in the sky above Wang Chongyang, as if looking for an opportunity to attack, but Wang Chongyang held the sword in both hands and stared at the scimitar, and he would not give the other party a chance to attack from behind at all.

Seeing this, Wu Fenghua showed a sneer in his mouth, and the scimitars in front of Wang Chongyang immediately turned into countless again, this time it was not the same as before, attacking one by one, but hundreds of scimitars flew towards Wang Chongyang at the same time.

Moreover, these hundreds of scimitars flew in different directions at the same time, Wang Chongyang had no idea where to start, he only felt that his eyes were full of flying knives, and before he could find one, he felt pain on his arms and legs at the same time.

Immediately, countless scimitars flew back into Wu Fenghua's hands at the same time, and turned into one again, spinning in his hands.

Wang Chongyang was waiting for Wu Fenghua at this time, he couldn't bear to kill them, this guy was ruthless when he started to do it.

At this moment, he felt a sudden weakness in his legs, and his body against the wall was slowly sliding down, and his legs couldn't use any strength to support him.

After a while, Wang Chongyang sat on the ground, and only then did he notice that his legs were actually full of blood, his pants had been cut into pieces by the scimitar, and the flesh of each wound on his legs was turned out, and the blood flowed like a column.

And Wu Fenghua, who had not moved in front of him, was walking towards Wang Chongyang step by step at this time, like a machine.

When Wu Fenghua walked in front of Wang Chongyang, he was completely condescending, looking at Wang Chongyang who was miserable on the ground, and said coldly, "You must be very scared when you arrive, let me help you end this fear!" ”

Saying that, the spinning scimitar in Wu Fenghua's hand suddenly stopped, Wu Fenghua raised and fell with the knife, and slashed at Wang Chongyang's head, then put away the knife and walked away, no longer looking at Wang Chongyang at all, just so confident.

When Wu Fenghua was about to explain his mission to Zhihai, he heard Wang Chongyang's voice behind him, "It's not over yet, so soon to leave?" ”

Wu Fenghua's face changed slightly, and when he looked back, he saw that Wang Chongyang, who was sitting on the ground, was dripping his head at this time, and the wound on his head was still bleeding out.

Whose voice is it? Wu Fenghua couldn't help but look around in surprise, there was no one else here.

At this moment, I heard the voice sound again, "It's been you just now, you're having a good time, and I'm not having fun yet!" ”

At this time, Wu Fenghua noticed that the voice was coming from Wang Chongyang, and he looked at Wang Chongyang who had already opened his skin on the ground in a daze.

He is not confident, but as long as he makes a move, he will definitely not be alive, and the other party's head has been hit by his own fatal knife, how can he still speak?

And at this time, he noticed that the blood spilling from the wound on Wang Chongyang's body actually began to flow back, and after sucking into his wound and sucking the blood on the ground was drained, Wang Chongyang's wound actually began to heal itself.

Wu Fenghua couldn't help but snort, "What the hell? ”

And at this moment, Wang Chongyang, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, had already stood up, his black eyes were looking at him, and the wound on his face that had just been split by himself had long since disappeared.

And it can't help but be so, Wang Chongyang was half of his hair white before, and half of his hair was still black, but at this time, he was already full of white hair, and half of his face was originally of normal skin color, but it also turned white.

The corners of Wang Chongyang's mouth rose slightly at this time, and he suddenly bared his teeth and smiled, "This body is finally completely controlled by Lao Tzu?" This waste wood, at the critical moment, don't you expect Lao Tzu to turn the tide? Hum! ”