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The storm spun violently with the bodies of the two as phoenix eyes. The light around the blade of the sword actually refracted a dark purple light. The withered black claws passed through the air, and between the fingers and claws condensed a transparent blade composed of Gangfeng.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

"Stop! The victor can't fight continuously, he needs to wait for the next round, and what Benxian wants is to catch and kill, not to fight in wheels. The arrogant voice of the Purple Wind Scattered People came slowly, and the purple light curtain separated Wei Wuliang from the younger brother of the calamity. Wei Wuliang snorted coldly and turned to leave, he didn't care, he didn't even care about his own life, did he care about these things?

The storm dissipated. An imminent battle ended in nowhere. However, none of the monks around who liked to watch the excitement booed or cheered, not at all like the behavior of Confucianism when there was no excitement. There were only three expressions on everyone's face: horror, sorrow, and confusion.

The younger brother of the scourge, that is, the new scourge of the year, silently put away the double knife at the moment Wei Wuliang turned around, silently took two steps forward, knelt down silently, silently hugged the corpse of his brother, and finally couldn't help crying, the moment he hugged his brother's completely inhuman corpse tightly, the young scourge finally couldn't bear the emotions boiling in his chest.

"Brother......" he suppressed his cry, his voice was low, but it had a terrible force enough to tear the liver and intestines of others.

No one went up to persuade him, and no one laughed at him, this kind of scene of brotherly love is really rare in the evil way.

The atmosphere became even more oppressive. The so-called duel in which "no one dies" still had death, and death occurred in the first duel. The appearance of the first deceased in the blood prison, and the death case that even the Zifeng Sanren had no time to rescue, made this zero-sum game suddenly become more bloody and tragic.

Wei Wuliang walked to the corner and silently and slowly vomited blood. The final blow of the scourge is not so easy to deal with, even if he is a master of the Dao, even if he costs the destruction of a spiritual weapon!

Du Chuanchang walked over pretending to be a wound and wanted to hand Wei Wuliang a healing pill, but was rejected by the stubborn old man. Between the two, the invisible rift is slowly expanding. Of course, for Wei Wuliang, in fact, from the moment he guessed Du Chuanchang's thoughts, he completely broke with this guy who was poisoned to his heart.

Feng Lieshan watched the performance of Wei Wuliang and Du Chuanchang from a distance, and inadvertently raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He thought about it for a while, and finally decided to turn around, turn his back to everyone, and silently and quickly took out a pair of mysterious weapons from the placket of his clothes, and those two things were his life at the moment. He had to hold his life tightly in his hands.

"Be kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs, hum!" Du Chuanchang thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it, but just glanced at Wei Wuliang, who was healing his wounds, with a blushing face, and turned to leave. This is the first time he has encountered a hot face sticking to someone else's cold buttocks, and it is also the first time in his life that he has not had a seizure on the spot after encountering this kind of thing. As the chief disciple of the Poison Dragon Sect, he thought that except for the teacher who had always been kind to him, there was no one in this world who had the courage to refuse his heartfelt kindness.

Du Chuanchang really wanted to treat Wei Wuliang and Feng Lieshan as outcasts, but he never thought of turning his face directly with any of them now, he felt that before sacrificing Wei Wuliang, he should give him a last little support, a little help, so that Wei Wuliang might be able to sacrifice a little more at ease for him. He never thought that Wei Wuliang, a stubborn old man who seemed to be like that, would directly turn his face with him at this time.

Although Du Chuanchang is in control of Wei Wuliang's life and death, he can't deal with him now, he still has to keep Wei Wuliang to deal with the remaining many monks, and even operate a little, let him deal with Feng Lieshan first, after all, as far as Du Chuanchang's feeling is concerned, Wei Wuliang is far more reliable than Feng Lieshan's feeling for him.

Du Chuanchang, who had touched a gray nose, turned around, his gaze swept coldly over the remaining monks, and finally, in his dark green pupils, Fang Tianhang's lone figure was reflected.

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc.

He walked over and walked towards Fang Tianhang in a daze. And with his movements, the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect hugged their shoulders one by one, trembling their calves and stomachs, and stumbled and scattered. Leaving Fang Tianhang with a large blank area, it seemed to provide a venue for the duel between him and Du Chuanchang very tacitly.

Seeing this, Du Chuanchang pressed his belly hard, forcibly stopping the urge to laugh from his intestines. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his black eyes with a hint of dark green were full of gloating smiles. In his field of vision, Fang Tianhang was like a defeated general who had betrayed his relatives at this time, and he had nothing to do with the so-called chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. He didn't really know what was going on inside the Divine Sword Gate, and he didn't bother to know, he only knew that he would definitely have the upper hand in the next battle with Fang Tianhang.

He has a "way of killing".

Fang Tianhang sensed Du Chuanchang's arrival, and turned around indifferently and stiffly. He was still dressed in the same costume as Kill Matt, but his face was as white as lime, and even his lips were frighteningly light. Facing Du Chuanchang approaching step by step, Fang Tianhang still stood very proudly, his knees never bent, his waist never folded, and his head never lowered, but in his black eyes, there was no arrogance and reserve of the "official" in the past, and there was no contempt and disdain for others who claimed to be the number one master in the world, only confusion and despair.

It was the look in the eyes of a man whose spiritual pillar had suddenly collapsed.

Du Chuanchang walked to a distance of 5 meters in front of him and stood still. Slowly did something that stunned everyone.

He gently removed the fist stab from his hand.

"From now on, this seat no longer needs this thing, just like this seat no longer needs you, Fang Tianhang, as a target who wants to be defeated, this seat has figured it out, this seat and you are not people on the same level at all, how can you say that you win or lose? In front of this seat, you are just an ant, be the first to be the first! The first young monk in the world! What a great title! Hahahaha!" He laughed a few times without a smile, and then really threw that set of spiritual weapon fists on the ground and stomped on them a few times.

Du Chuanchang changed his name and used the "main seat", which is more low-key and humble than the "deity", to refer to himself, but every word he said stimulated the monks around him like a needle. Everyone could hear the arrogance in his tone, the ignorance, humiliation, slander, and contempt of the other Tianhang, which was a kind of arrogance that only a superior would use to deal with beggars, not the arrogance of a demon monk who deliberately pretended to protect himself among his peers.

Every word he uttered sounded like a charity from the other party's Tianhang.

After he finished speaking, he threw the set of treasures and treasures in his hand at Fang Tianhang's feet, extremely humiliating.

Fang Tianhang's teeth made a gurgling sound, his entire body was trembling slightly, and anger erupted from every acupoint on his body like an erupting flame, turning into a crackling thunder attribute gangfeng, which could only be believed that no matter how dazzling the electric light around his body flashed, it would not be able to make Du Chuanchang look at it at all.

Du Chuanchang arrogantly raised his head at a 45-degree angle, his perfectly shaped nostrils were aimed at Fang Tianhang, his upper and lower eyelids gently clamped Fang Tianhang, and his eyes completely turned into Wang Zhi's contempt. He loosely pulled out his stance, spread out his palms, put on a less rigorous wrestling stance, and lazily dragged out his voice: "What are you waiting for?

Boom!

Fang Tianhang, who was so angry with his contempt that he couldn't bear it anymore, quickly drew his sword, and a broad-bladed copper sword made of brass was aimed straight at the bridge of Du Chuanchang's nose: "Evil Demon Outer Dao! This official will slash you today! Eliminate harm for the people!" As he spoke, he let out a long shout, and in the sound of the wind breaking through his robe, he jumped up and slashed down from top to bottom.

"Broken Moon Style!" his voice exploded and spread far away, the long sword in his hand cutting a half-moon-shaped golden arc in the air.

"Violent Assault - Zhu Poison Hand. Du Chuanchang said softly. The palm, which instantly turned blood-red, snorted with five fingers, deftly avoiding the brass blade, and focused on the broad sword surface with three fingers. A blue-blue thunder light exploded in the air, followed by a large patch of three-color foam, and a translucent mist with a slight cold aura instantly rose into the air, almost encircling Du Chuanchang and Fang Tianhang together. Bursts of scorching invisible storms erupted around Fang Tianhang's body, but it seemed that it was difficult to resist the sour and cold foamy mist. The power of the cold enveloped and corroded the scorching and stern power of thunder and lightning, causing it to weaken rapidly. Fang Tianhang's gorgeous clothes like peacocks also appeared in an instant, and irregular holes the size of thumbs appeared in an instant, and the fabric around the holes gradually turned into drops of black pus.

Under the crimson poisonous hand, the power of the poison is like flowing water, or the power that turns a solid into mist while cooling.

In the next second, Fang Tianhang's sword was pushed by a flood of huge force and violently shifted to the side, he couldn't even control his body in the air, almost a group of people jumped into Du Chuanchang's arms, Du Chuanchang's feet quickly changed directions, and his body also quietly staggered with Fang Tianhang, and then he couldn't help but shoot a claw, and the five fingers were like embedded in soft mud, piercing Fang Tianhang's shoulders with a fierce cold and corrosive aura.

The thunder and lightning vitality on Fang Tianhang's body was running wildly, and bursts of explosive thunder light came out from every hair on his body, but it was always blocked by an invisible wind that was as soft as water but heavy as silver, and it couldn't be transmitted to Du Chuanchang at all. Around Du Chuanchang's body, the transparent Gangfeng contained endless cold and strong corrosive energy, resisting the transparent Gangfeng that Fang Tianhang was desperately urging, and even consumed it little by little.

Fang Tianhang hit his head on the soft ground, and there was a "click" on his neck that almost broke. He fell to the ground, a strange yellow-green luster slowly emerging from all over his body, and his body stiffened as if it were rapidly petrified. Du Chuanchang's hands didn't know what poison was fused with poison power, it obviously looked like a cloud of mist, but it had the poison to turn a person's body into a dead thing as hard as a rock.

Du Chuanchang's hand churned in his sleeve for a while, and he took out three pale green steel needles, and he did not hesitate to plunge the three needles into Fang Tianhang's neck, causing the other party to let out three screams in pain.

"What are you shouting! This is the first time this seat has completely detoxified others!" Du Chuanchang snorted coldly, then raised his head proudly, and shouted at the purple wind in the air: "Hey! This seat should be regarded as a win......

He didn't finish speaking, because at this moment, Fang Tianhang also did an incredible thing.

He bounced up suddenly, and the brass sword that never let go slashed through a brilliant arc in the air, slashing at Du Chuanchang's neck.

In the next second, he himself spat blood and fell five meters away. All the clothes on his chest were completely gone, turning into black droplets scattered to the ground, and a blood-red palm was printed on his muscular chest.

"The wastes of the Excalibur Gate have also learned to sneak attack. Du Chuanchang, who was unharmed, said coldly, Fang Tianhang's sword had not yet reached the halfway point, and Du Chuanchang rewarded him with a violent Zhu poisonous hand. This time, his poisonous hand skill contained an ordinary toxin that was not fatal and also had an antidote, grass bollwormine. This toxin will continue to damage the nerves, making people's whole body ache together, but there is no further toxicity, it belongs to the lowest level of the Poison Dragon Sect, and it is a toxin that specializes in making people's lives worse than death.

The cold poisonous power blocked the meridians of Fang Tianhang's body, and the thunder energy in his body seemed to be frozen, and the flow rate was extremely slow, which made his idea of relying on the vitality or even the Juyuan form to recover completely frustrated, and he could only lie on the ground like a dead pig and endure the increasingly severe pain all over his body. His face was as pale as a corpse, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a meaningless moan of pain came out from his slightly open mouth. There was still a wide no-man's land around him, and no one, not a single disciple of the Divine Sword Sect came up to help him. When Du Chuanchang turned around in a dashing manner, Fang Tianhang still fell to the ground alone, paralyzed and endured pain and humiliation.

The first young master, this name was completely shattered at this moment. Fang Tianhang, who once had this title, was hit by a blow, and even relying on a sneak attack on such a despicable means that a righteous person would never use could not save the situation, and Du Chuanchang, who was once desperate to really win this title, abandoned it at this time. After comprehending the "Killing Dao", his poisonous skills also became extremely cold, perfectly combining the dampness and coldness of water and the corrosion of poison, and Gangfeng itself was no longer weak, but became harder than the thunder attribute Gangfeng. (To be continued.) )