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The surrounding onlookers were isolated from the wall of fire, while Hengjiang and several disciples of the Immortal Sect were in the wall of fire.

The bronze bell of the soul is hidden in the sleeve of Hengjiang's coat, jingling.

The expressions of the surrounding immortal sect disciples changed, and they only felt dizzy and swollen, while Hengjiang had already cast the True Fire Sword Technique, and the Thunderwood Sword was blazing.

Hiss!

Hengjiang didn't wait for the other party to make a move, and he had already swept out with a sword, forcing back several people.

If it were the same as before, Yokoe would have been in good health, and he would definitely take advantage of this sword to seize the opportunity, rush forward, and fight the opponent in close quarters. These Xianmen disciples may also have practiced what swordsmanship and martial arts, but how can they compare to Hengjiang, who has been wandering in all directions for more than ten years, and now has scars on his chest and back?

It's a pity that Hengjiang is old, weak and slow. And these Xianmen disciples are all in their prime, they are all about twenty years old, strong and strong, how can Hengjiang beat them?

The enemy was outnumbered, and Hengjiang had to take out the thunder beads, ready to use this means to quickly solve the battle with the momentum of thunder.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the air.

A thunderbolt the size of a bucket slashed and landed between Hengjiang and those Immortal Sect disciples.

Both sides looked up in unison and looked at the sky.

The sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the rain was pouring down.

When the thunderstorm comes, the midsummer heat clears up.

This rainstorm came very suddenly and strangely.

In the blink of an eye, a circle of fire walls that Hengjiang had unleashed with the Nine Yao Jue Fire Wall Technique had been extinguished by the torrential rain.

The few Immortal Sect disciples on the opposite side were startled by the sudden thunder that smashed in front of them, and they were stunned for a while, forgetting to make a move on Hengjiang.

Hengjiang saw that the rainstorm was coming, blocking the sun, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out more than a dozen golden beans.

With a wave of his hand, Jin Dou was still in his palm, but there were more than a dozen cold breaths, flying out of his sleeves, turning into a protector general, riding a war horse, and rushing away.

For a time, there was a shortage of soldiers.

The other party didn't expect that there would be a Dharma Protector General in Hengjiang, and he was caught off guard, and after being surrounded by a group, these people performed a few tricks in a little way, and they were knocked to the ground by the Dharma Protector General.

Bruises and bruises appeared on them.

Hengjiang was unforgiving, so he was merciful, so that the Dharma Protector would roll these Xianmen disciples all over the ground, crawl around, and shout to the sky.

It wasn't until these people were trembling and unable to move that Yokoe accepted the Dharma Protector General, stepped forward, and stood in front of one of the Immortal Sect disciples, looking down on this person condescendingly.

The man clutched the whip in his hand, still refusing to let go, and even at this moment he still wanted to use the whip to whip Hengjiang, but unfortunately his body was covered with bruises, and he had no strength.

"You're just using this hand to whip that kid and fly my book?"

Yokoe said indifferently, shook his head, raised his foot, and stepped on it violently.

Click!

The man's arm was broken, and the whip fell from his palm.

Immediately, Hengjiang walked in front of another Immortal Sect disciple.

"That father and son are just ordinary mortals, they have no grievances with you, why do you want to poison them and throw talismans to chase and kill them?"

Hengjiang held the Lei Mu sword in his hand, pointed at the man's throat, and said in a cold tone: "Say! If you don't say it, I will kill you with a sword!"

The man had a gloomy face and said, "Such mortal people dare to be disrespectful to the people in my immortal sect, if you don't punish them, how can the face of the people in my immortal sect remain?"

Hengjiang said: "That child is just a doll, Tong Yan is unscrupulous, you want to kill it too?"

The man gritted his teeth, still stiff-mouthed, and said: "If you just let him go, those children will definitely spread this matter everywhere and damage the prestige of my Xianmen! When he grows up, he will marry a wife and have children, and he will tell his children and grandchildren about this matter, so that their children and grandchildren will have no respect for my Xianmen! A mere mortal, a generation of ants, will be killed if he is killed, is it because of this matter, you are going to kill me?"

I never thought that this Immortal Sect disciple would think so long-term.

Yokoe laughed angrily.

At the beginning of the Guanhai Tower in Niujiaozhou, the picture of Gu Xiao shouting and shouting and killing the domineering people, as well as the memories of wandering the world and being bullied by the disciples of Xianmen, came to Hengjiang's heart.

"I didn't expect that in your eyes, mortals are like ants, they can ignore people's lives and kill them at will. Rather than spare your life and let you live in the world and harm others, it is better to kill you with a sword to prevent future troubles. ”

Hengjiang's eyes were full of murder, and he slashed down with a sword.

The immortal disciple's neck was crooked, and he collapsed to the ground, and his life was dead.

This scene frightened the other Xianmen disciples with pale faces, their mouths tightly closed, and they didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that Hengjiang would suddenly make a spicy hand and kill them.

At this moment, the torrential rain was pouring down, and no one saw it, and on the roof not far away, there were two translucent figures.

These two people are Bai Hua and Sichuan Hazel.

Chuan Zhen was holding a pot of wine in his hand, watching the play while drinking, and muttered in his mouth: "Kill! Kill! Kill them all quickly! If you don't kill them, when they run to find helpers, they will chase them out of Zhenshanji, chase you all the way, and there will be endless troubles!"

The muttering was so slight that the rain roared so loudly that no one else could hear it.

Bai Hua said: "Hengjiang does things in a very measured way, just now there were only two people, and when he moved on the father and son, he stepped on one person's arm and killed the other." As for the others, Yokoe will definitely open the net. ”

Sure enough, Hengjiang had already turned over and galloped towards the outside of Zhenshan Market, and his figure disappeared into the torrential rain.

Chuan Zhen shook his head and sighed: "When this kid killed someone, even his pupils were red, he must have had an attack of addiction." But he endured the pain all over his body, resisted the desire to kill and drink blood, kept his heart clear, and rode away after killing only one person. This kid is so cruel to himself, and he is only afraid of being even more ruthless to others!"

Bai Hua nodded, convinced.

Soon after Hengjiang left, there was a Xianmen monk, stepping on a golden light, flew out of the Zhenshan market, but there was no trace of Hengjiang, it was worth stopping in the rain and watching around.

When Chuan Zhen saw this person, he appeared in the air, appeared in front of this immortal monk, and asked, "Are you chasing the white-haired path?"

The Immortal Sect monk was shocked and only nodded.

Chuan Zhen smiled slightly, threw out a jade talisman, and said, "I cast a tracking spell on that person, and this jade talisman can guide you in the direction." ”

The Xianmen monk took the jade talisman and was about to speak, but Chuan Zhen had disappeared without a trace.

In the rain.

Hengjiang rode a horse, was bumped and weakened, and finally couldn't sit steadily, his body was crooked, and he fell into the grass.

The horse ran a few steps and turned back, stopped beside Hengjiang, bowed his head to chew the grass, but did not want to leave.

Yokoe was lying on the ground, his limbs stiff and extremely tired, only to feel that his body was getting colder and colder, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his vision was getting more and more blurred.

Yokoe struggled to open his eyes and let the rain fall into his sockets. He has not yet achieved cultivation, has not yet appreciated the magnificence of the immortal road, and his heart is extremely unwilling, how can he die like this!

When a person is about to die, everything is over, and he mourns when he changes his heart.

"If I want to live, I only have this glimmer of life left!"

Hengjiang's eyes lit up, and he struggled to sit up, struggling to sit up, and inserted the magic sword he had obtained before, one by one, around him.

The rain was non-stop, and the thunder was loud.