After Chen Mingxuan cut off Chen Wenhui's leg, he chased after him endlessly, and chopped one of the knives to death when he raised his knife.

And Chen Wenqiao took the opportunity to jump into the distance, retreated into the crowd, and looked at the knife in Chen Mingxuan's hand with palpitations, he knew very well that it was fortunate that Chen Mingxuan was only in the realm of refining qi, if the strength was a little stronger, then Chen Wenhui would not be the only one who died at this moment.

"Wenhui ......"

Chen Xiuyue's eyes were torn, his liver and intestines were broken, and his parents and children were killed in front of his eyes, and he was extremely sad for a while.

In his roar, the elders of the Chen family's cultivation generation suddenly dispatched seven in unison and joined forces to suppress Chen Mingxuan.

"This evil beast, his spiritual power is not good, take the opportunity to take him. ”

"Together, his realm is low, and he can't control that knife for too long. ”

"Shoot with all your might, don't spare his life. ”

The eyes of these elders of the cultivator generation were also vicious, and they all saw that Chen Mingxuan's spiritual power had dried up at this time, and he couldn't get away with it.

In fact, after Chen Mingxuan killed Chen Wenhui, there was indeed not much spiritual power left in his body at this time.

"This knife consumes spiritual power really fast. ”

Chen Mingxuan's legs were floating against the knife, and the hand holding the knife couldn't help but tremble faintly.

Seeing that the elders of the Seven Great Cultivators joined forces to grab him, he really wanted people to help him up again and cut another wave.

It's a pity that there is really no extra spiritual power in the body to support.

Just when he wanted to give up, suddenly, something was inexplicably stuffed into his drooping palm.

“？？？？？？”

Who?

Who shoved something into his hands?

Chen Mingxuan looked left and right, but he didn't see a ghost.

Look at the palm of your hand again......

It was shining, lukewarm, and red in color, but it was a high-quality flame spiritual power.

"it!"

"You're too lazy, aren't you?" Chen Mingxuan muttered.

He knew that Chen Jing was nearby, and it was Chen Jing who gave him the Spirit Stone.

He was about to sit down and rest just now and let Chen Jing take over, but this spirit stone was stuffed in such a timely manner that it made it clear that he was not allowed to rest.

With a clenched fist, the spiritual power of the flame spirit stone was absorbed by him in an instant.

The originally dry dantian, the short and small spiritual line, was suddenly raised like a seedling being raised.

In just a moment, it rose back to its peak.

In front, the seven elders of the cultivator generation were already approaching, some punching and kicking, some with weapons, and the nearest one was less than half a meter away from him.

"Ah~"

Chen Mingxuan roared suddenly, and the Burning Sun Knife, whose flames had already faded, suddenly became frenzied again.

Ooh~

Long knife sweep!

Rumble~

A long dragon floated from the blazing flames, and the flames burned into a sea of fire in front of them.

The scorching waves of qi and the surging and fierce sword qi forcibly forced the seven elders to retreat.

Woo ~~~~~~~

The seven elders retreated back to their places one after another, looking at Chen Mingxuan in disbelief.

"What's going on? He obviously looks like his spiritual power has dried up, why has he recovered again?"

"Are you acting?"

"It's impossible, it's absolutely impossible to act, it's just a small amount of qi refining, and his spiritual power is definitely limited. It will definitely not be able to support that psychic sword for a long time. ”

"It's a spirit stone, and he used a spirit stone. "An elder suddenly saw powder falling from between Chen Mingxuan's fingers.

It was the powder that the spirit stone turned into after the spiritual power was drained.

"Set up the formation, drain his spiritual power. ”

"I'm going to see how many spirit stones he can use. ”

After the seven elders of the cultivator generation exchanged glances, they joined forces to set up a formation.

Once the seven of them joined forces to set up a formation, their power would definitely be far superior to that of the previous Elder of the Writing Generation.

And Chen Mingxuan is not stupid, he will not sit back and wait for them to set up time and opportunities.

Swing the Sun Burning Knife and aim at an elder to chase it to the end.

The elder who was targeted by him changed his face drastically, and he ran away.

He probably wanted to scold in his heart, so many people didn't chase him, why did they only chase him?

Chen Mingxuan admitted his death, recognized him, and resolutely pursued him to the end.

The two of them chased after each other, almost making two big circles in the outer courtyard, and in the end, Chen Mingxuan still caught up with the elder, and also chopped him to death with a knife.

The elder of the cultivator generation, although the realm is a little higher than him, but after all, he is old, how can he outrun him with the double blessing of [Spirit Stone] and [Scorching Sun Knife]?

After cutting the first one, he continued to pick the second.

"It's you. ”

"......" The chosen elder was like a mourner, and his face was as black as ink. The first reaction was to run away, and ran wildly towards the exit of the Ghost Valley.

He was not afraid of Chen Mingxuan, but he was afraid of the knife in Chen Mingxuan's hand.

With a high temperature of 1,000 degrees, who dares to resist it? Who dares to connect it hard?

Ordinary weapons are not opponents at all, and they can't parry at all.

Therefore, once he is targeted by Chen Mingxuan, in addition to running, he can only run.

"What's the panic? So many people, what are you afraid of him? Are you all living on a dog at your age?"

Chen Xiuyue experienced the pain of losing his son, and his previous anger calmed down a little.

He drank loudly, and the Nine-Claw Divine Hook shot at Chen Mingxuan again.

The other elders, led by him, also shot at the same time and threw out hidden weapons.

For a while, it rained a lot, and all kinds of hidden weapons fell towards Chen Mingxuan like a rainstorm pear blossom.

Chen Mingxuan was surprised, and waved his knife to block.

But the number of hidden weapons is too much, and he can't block the 360-degree body with a knife alone.

"If you don't come out again, I can't stand it!"

Chen Mingxuan shouted while dancing the knife.

But as soon as the words sounded, a three-legged giant tripod flew in the bamboo forest on the side.

With a bang, it flew over Chen Mingxuan's head. Blocked most of the hidden weapons for him.

Boom~

The giant tripod flew out more than ten meters and landed on the ground, shaking the earth and trembling.

The appearance of this tripod made the pupils of many familiar elders shrink rapidly.

Their eyes unanimously looked towards the bamboo forest.

I finally saw the mysterious person who had been hidden for a long time come out of it.

"Three-legged moon incinerator, it's him, it's Chen Jing! Why did he come back?"

Chen Wenbang's eyelids jumped twice in a row, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back in the crowd.

Chen Xiuyue's old eyes were very convex at this time, and his eyeballs were full of bloodshots, and he almost couldn't believe it when he saw Chen Jing's sudden appearance.

When did this guy come back?

The Chen family has sent a lot of people to inquire about the news of this house during this time, but no one can find out.

I thought he was going to disappear, but I didn't expect to come back at such a time.

"I just heard someone say bad things about me, saying that my family cultivated me, but I didn't have a big or small eye, no respect for my elders, and I still acted perversely?

I also said that I used the public weapon for private use, and gave away the sharp weapon that originally belonged to the family privately?

Who said this, now stand up for me!"

Chen Jing walked out of the shadows of the bamboo forest step by step, his face fierce and iron-blue.

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