The dust in his hand turned into thousands of filaments and sprinkled down from the sky, but before the net was completed, the black dragon fiercely passed through the past and twisted all his dust filaments!

"Roar ......" The dragon's roar was in his ears, and the Fuqiu Daoist pulled out and flew back, but He Bajue didn't know when he came behind him, and before he could react, he was kicked back and flew back!

"Roar!" The black dragon roared and bit at his body, the huge shapeshifting fangs almost tearing him in half!

Fuqiu Daoist is already in the human fairyland, is an immortal who has survived the catastrophe, this level of damage will not let him fall, a palm will slap the black dragon away, the moment the black dragon turns into aura, the Fuqiu Daoist flew away and fled, he has a strong premonition, if he does not escape today, he is very likely to die in the hands of this strong man of unknown origin!

Want to escape? The corners of He Batjue's mouth pulled out a mocking smile, and with a flicker of his figure, the sword intent power that passed through the lake flew in front of him, "I let you escape when I mourned the city, and today is a catastrophe, you can't avoid it!" ”

The light in the direction of the forest has weakened, and it can be seen by the cultivation of the Fuqiu Dao people, but as soon as he opened his eyes, what he saw was He Batjue with a solemn face, he was startled, and hurriedly touched the space ring on his hand, but before he could touch his hand, the arm was already empty!

A thin thread of aura popped out of He Batjue's fingertips brought back a wisp of blood, and he said coldly: "I said that today is your death. ”

Fuqiu Daoist covered his broken arm with panic in his heart, a fear from the depths of his soul made him sweat coldly, he had never felt this way in the face of the great immortal of the Shentang Sect, but the man in front of him, in the short fighting process, had already made him experience this biting chill on his back several times!

"The immortals of the Shentang Sect are about to arrive, unlike me, they are real immortals, if you entangle again, there is only one way to die!" The people of Fuqiu Dao bluffed authentically.

He Batjue raised his eyebrows, "In this way, the only way to kill you is to kill you as soon as possible......"

Before the words fell, the others had already disappeared in place, and the Fuqiu Daoist was frightened, but he felt a breeze blowing through his ears, and at the same time there was a voice blowing, "Kill you, so that I can free up my hands to deal with the upcoming Shentangmen Immortals!" ”

The Fuqiu Dao people were dumbfounded, and all their fear and panic turned into exclamations, "Do you know how many immortals there are in the Shentang Sect?" Delusional to go against the Divine Tang Sect, you are killing yourself...... ”

Before he could finish his words, He Batjue's transformation sword had already slashed into his neck!

Fuqiu Daoren's eyes bulged, and without hesitation, he bit the tip of his tongue and burned his essence blood to increase his speed, so he barely escaped from He Bajue's sword, but a cut was cut by the sword blade on his neck, and a few blood beads were secreted!

Flying back to the edge of the lake, the Fuqiu Daoist looked at He Batjue roughly, wary of any of his movements.

He Batjue stood in the air, the breeze stirred the corners of his clothes, he slowly withdrew his transformation sword, turned around gracefully, and the killing intent that had just burst out in an instant disappeared, as if he was not the one who wanted to take the life of the Fuqiu Dao people at all, and it seemed that he was always outside of this battle!

There are Gangfeng everywhere on the lake, because of the sword intent enchantment on the surface of the lake, the Gangfeng emitted by their fight almost only circles on the surface of the lake, and all around are Gangfeng blades, flying wildly, even the Fuqiu Dao people who are immortals have to maintain the aura to protect the wall to resist, he doesn't understand that this person who only cultivates in the Divine Realm is standing in the Gangfeng whirlpool but he hasn't even lost a trace of the corners of his clothes!

The disparity in strength is so big?!