At the moment when the eighth thunder tribulation fell, all ten directions were wiped out and flew up violently.

It sits above Lovusson's head.

Thunder Tribulation draped over the sword.

All sides trembled violently, but they still stopped and did not fall.

It yelled at Luo Fusheng: "Cheer yourself up, if you give up at this time, you will lose all your efforts!" Think about your master, you shouldn't want her to be disappointed in you, right?! ”

Thinking of his master's expectations of him, Luo Fusheng gritted his teeth, grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, propped it on his knee with the other, and staggered to his feet.

He pointed his sword at the sky and roared, "Come! Lao Tzu is not afraid of you! ”

The ninth thunderbolt slammed down!

Luo Fusheng didn't dodge or dodge, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed towards the thunder!

Shizun once said.

Sword Cultivator.

We must always have a courageous determination to move forward, even if there is a sea of swords and fires ahead, even if we die here.

Neither can we be cowardly, nor can we retreat.

The blade of the sword collided with the thunderbolt.

With a bang, it exploded!

The powerful impact force quickly spread, destroying the entire secret realm, trees were uprooted, cracks in the ground were cracked, and demon beasts and spirit beasts let out frightened screams, looking for a place to hide.

The monks who had been watching the tragedy from a distance showed horror on their faces when they saw this.

They didn't dare to look any further, so they hurriedly withdrew their gaze and manipulated the flying magic weapon to quickly escape from this place of right and wrong.

Before leaving, they all had only one thought in their minds—

The monk must be a madman!

Only a madman dares to face a hard anal thunder!

He's going to die!

Fu Jiayan took the opportunity to get up, squeezed out the last trace of spiritual power in his body, summoned the flying sword, and fled quickly.

The flying sword carried him through the secret realm.

Soon the last trace of his spiritual power was consumed, and the sword body shook and fell violently.

Fu Jiayan also fell on the grass with him.

He struggled to his feet, making sure that no one was catching up behind him, and only then did he relax a little.

Fu Jiayan sat down against a big tree to rest.

His right hand was still bleeding, and he took out the medicine from the bag and poured it on the wound, which healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He poured the powder on the other wounds, all of which were scratched and bitten by the Black Night Tiger, and sprinkling the powder on it could only slow down the spread of the poison, but it could not allow the wounds to heal directly.

He took out another bottle of elixir and poured all the elixirs into his mouth, quickly replenishing the spiritual power in his body.

Fu Jiayan threw the empty bottle to the ground and swore breathlessly.

"Luo Fusheng, when I go out, I must tell everyone that you are not only with your master, but you are also a demon disguised as a human monk! At that time, there will be no place for you in the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm! ”

Thinking of the picture of Luo Fusheng being besieged and killed by many monks, Fu Jiayan felt extremely happy in his heart, and even the wound didn't feel so painful.

It was at this moment that he heard a fluttering word above his head.

"Found you."

This is the voice of Lofusheng!

Fu Jiayan was horrified in his heart, he looked up sharply and saw Luo Fusheng standing on the branch.

Luo Fusheng had already changed into a new set of clothes, but the injuries he had been slashed by the thunder had not yet healed, and his dark eyes were full of killing intent.

The ten directions have been raised, and the tip of the sword is pointed directly at Fu Jiayan.

Fu Jiayan was so scared that his legs went weak.

If he had changed to before, he might have tried his best to fight Luo Fusheng.

But now Luo Fusheng is already a Jindan stage cultivator, and he still has the Ten Directions Extinction in his hand, which is the best sword that has opened the spiritual wisdom!

If you hit it hard, you have no chance of winning.

Fu Jiayan summoned the flying sword without thinking about it, wanting to escape.

But before he could fly, all directions were wiped out!

The two swords collided in the air with a crisp metallic crash.

Then there was a clang.

Fu Jiayan's sword was cut off, split in two, and fell to the ground, where it could no longer be used.

And all ten sides were wiped out but unharmed, without the slightest damage.

Fu Jiayan's heart became more and more frightened.

He dropped the broken sword and ran away.

Luo Fusheng flew and followed Fu Jiayan unhurriedly, he watched Fu Jiayan flee in embarrassment, constantly tormented by fear and despair.

Once upon a time, Fu Jiayan had done the same thing, he teamed up with several sect disciples to deliberately sneak attack Luo Fusheng, and also used the formation to trap Luo Fusheng, watching him struggle and escape in the formation.

Once Fu Jiayan thought that he was a cat, and Luo Fusheng was a mouse who was being manipulated.

Now, the tide has turned.

Luo Fusheng is not a mouse, he is a beast more ferocious than a cat.

Soon, Lovusheng grew tired of this game of playing with his prey.

He waved it in all directions.

"It's over."

The blade pierced Fu Jiayan's chest!

His eyes widened and he collapsed in a pool of blood unwillingly.

Luo Fusheng shook off the blood beads on the sword, returned the sword into the sheath, and turned back to take off Tai Sui.

He ate Tai Sui directly.

Tai Sui tastes like a mushroom, and it has a bit of sweetness, which is not bad to eat.

After eating Tai Sui, the demonic qi in Luo Fusheng's body was completely covered, and even if he was still a void saint, he couldn't see the slightest clue.

He looked up at the sky and muttered, "Three days should be almost up......"

Not seen for a day, such as every other three autumns.

I haven't seen my master for three days, as if I have been separated from my master for three years.

A strong feeling of longing filled Luo Fusheng's chest.

He really wanted to see Shizun soon.

At the same time, on the distant Heavenly Sword Sect's Canaan Peak, Fu Wei suddenly opened his eyes!

He is Fu Jiayan is not only an uncle and nephew, but also a master and apprentice, the relationship between the two is close, usually he can feel the existence of Fu Jiayan in music, but just now, his feelings for Fu Jiayan suddenly broke off.

Fu Wei was uneasy, could it be that Fu Jiayan had an accident?

He hurriedly left Canaan Peak and came to a large hall filled with immortal lamps.

There are thousands of oil lamps in the hall, these oil lamps are called immortal lamps, each immortal lamp represents a disciple of the sect, once a disciple unfortunately dies, the immortal lamp that belongs to him will be extinguished.

Fu Wei soon found the immortal lamp that belonged to Fu Jiayan.

The lights had been extinguished, and only an empty lamp remained.

Fu Jiayan is dead.

Fuwei sat down on the ground, unable to believe it was true.

It took him a long time to recover from his grief.

He clutched the immortal lamp that belonged to Fu Jiayan, and secretly swore that he must find out the truth about Fu Jiayan's death!

If Fu Jiayan was killed by someone, he must let the murderer pay for his blood debt!

……

As soon as the three-day period expired, all the foundation building disciples were teleported out of the secret realm.

The elders of the various sects had already been waiting on the Gobi Desert, and after the disciples of Zhuji came out, they each walked in front of their own parents to salute and say hello.

At a glance, Luo Fusheng saw the master who was thinking day and night in the crowd.

With great excitement, he quickly ran to Bai Mianmian, and was about to open his mouth to call her, when he saw a male cultivator standing beside her.

The male cultivator was very close to the master, and the relationship seemed to be very close.

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