Yang Xiu still remembered the terrifying strength of the black mole man after his transformation before, and when he saw that the other party wanted to **, he rushed forward as soon as possible, pulled out two Dao talismans while running, and threw them at Wang Gan suddenly.

But in the end, it was a little slower.

Wang Qian swallowed the pill without hesitation, and immediately convulsed in pain. The iron arrow formed by the Dao rune accurately pierced into the opponent's body, but Wang Qian didn't seem to be aware of it, and he didn't react at all.

When Yang Xiu rushed closer, Wang Qian**'s voice had disappeared. Yang Xiu couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Wang Gan's face when he raised his head.

At this time, Wang Qian no longer looked like a human, his facial features were distorted, and his eyes were crooked. And at this time, in the wound on the other party's chest, a clump of dark green muscles suddenly appeared, and as these flesh masses slowly squirmed, the blood gushing out of the wound was quickly stopped.

As if Wang Qian didn't feel pain, the heavy sword was thrown aside, saliva dripped down his chin and fell onto his chest, and his beastly eyes locked on Yang Xiu again.

"Look for death!"

Yang Xiu's feet came first, and a sword pierced Wang Gan's chest, and then he drew his sword cleanly and retreated, and dark green blood mixed with black unknown substances gushed out, splashing far away in the hollow.

But after just a few breaths, these wounds healed on their own, leaving only a few hideous scars.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu couldn't help but secretly complain, although this Wang Qian's skin was not as hard as that of the black mole man, his healing ability was too strong, and it was the same as not cutting it if he cut it.

What is this thing that the other party is doing, is there still a biochemical test?

Not only that, but after being injured, Wang Gan became more and more energetic, crazy, and more and more crazy. Yang Xiu was concerned about the safety of the tiger, and decided to make a quick decision: since you are not afraid of cutting, I will cripple you first!

Finding an opportunity to make a false move, the white deer sword in Yang Xiu's hand stabbed directly at the opposite door. Like the black mole man, Wang Qian was also particularly afraid of being attacked on his head and neck, so he hurriedly raised his hand to protect it, Yang Xiu took the opportunity to luck and spiritual power, turned half of his body to drive the White Deer Sword, and slashed obliquely from top to bottom!

"Whew!"

Wang Gan's two forearms slashed together, and the blade of the sword also slashed across the opponent's cheek, leaving a hideous and terrifying wound, and even the nose was cut in half.

"Ahh

Wang Gan, whose arms had been cut off, let out a heart-rending roar, like a demon in the world! But soon, the muscles at the incision of the severed arm squirmed rapidly, and soon two tentacles like octopuses grew, wrapped in red and green liquid, extremely disgusting.

Yang Xiu shook off the slime on the Bailu sword in disgust and squinted at the other party. At this time, Wang Qian seemed to have lost his ability to speak, looking at his two "hands", he was still a little dazed at first, but he quickly recovered his crazy expression, stumbling but rushing towards Yang Xiu extremely fast.

What does it mean to cultivate immortals like this......

Yang Xiu shook his head slightly, and flew up again!

As the fight got longer and longer, Wang Gan almost completely lost his mind, no matter whether Yang Xiu slashed vigorously or used the Dao Talisman to sneak attack, Wang Gan did not dodge or dodge, and carried the White Deer Sword hard, looking like he would not give up if he did not kill Yang Xiu.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu's heart moved, he took out two Dao talismans and pinched them in his hand, and the moment he got close to Wang Gan again, his arm shook rapidly, "Bang!" Two consecutive slaps were on Wang Gan's waist.

"Bang!"

Wang Gan's right arm rubbed Yang Xiu's shoulder and slapped it on the ground, smashing the hard ground into a long ditch! However, when Wang Gan wanted to move again, he felt that his legs had become extremely heavy, and his speed had decreased greatly, and when he looked down, he found that his lower body had been wrapped in a thick layer of rock.

The two talismans that Yang Xiu slapped on Wang Qian's body were the enhanced version of the Spirit Explosion Talisman and the Earth and Stone Talisman.

The role of the latter is to use the spirit rune mana to instantly form rocks and attach them to the surface of the body at a critical moment, which is used to defend against powerful attacks, which is a Dao talisman that Yang Xiu has only recently learned. Now Wang Qian was wrapped in hard rock, and his movements were sluggish, and he couldn't keep up with Yang Xiu's footsteps.

"Boom!"

Immediately after, a thunderous explosion sounded, and the small stones on the ground nearby were shaken. With the experience of the last time, Yang Xiu had already covered his head and lay on the ground, letting all kinds of scraps and scraps of meat "crackle" on his back.

Another rain of corpses.

※※※

Tianshu Mountain, somewhere in a wild jungle.

Two figures stood quietly on the top of the mountain, one of them had a grim face, wearing a black and white robe, and it was Situ Yong, the elder of Bingdao Hall. The other person was slightly fat, with a mustache and meticulous combing of his hair, and was smiling and talking about something with Situ Yong.

"Elder Situ, the divine medicine that I sent the head of the sect to refine is about to be successfully dispensed, and it is only a matter of time before the Heavenly Book Pavilion changes hands,"

The middle-aged fat man touched the two oily beards, his face was sincere, and said: "But before that, if you want to try your best to weaken the strength of Tianshu Pavilion, the old man Zhuji ...... there."

"Don't be delusional,"

Situ Yong shook his head and said disdainfully: "My senior brother's cultivation has been perfected, although there is not much longevity, it is difficult to advance in this life, and it is not something we can match, when the time comes, you will find a way to deal with it yourself, I just take what I deserve." ”

The middle-aged fat man secretly took a sip when he heard this, and said in his heart No wonder you have not cultivated for so long, you are timid and afraid, and an old man who stepped into the coffin one by one makes you afraid of being like this.

However, on the surface, the middle-aged man still had a smile and talked and laughed with Situ Yong, while Situ Yong was more concerned about the conditions negotiated by the two parties before, and he was bent on asking clearly.

As the patriarch of the Heavenly Book Pavilion, he made a deal with the Immortal Ink Sect behind his back, and Situ Yong was well aware of the risks involved. But in order to improve the cultivation, it was all worth it.

The two talked for a while, discussed the relevant matters, and the atmosphere relaxed. But at this moment, Situ Yong, who was smiling, suddenly changed his complexion, and suddenly turned his head and stared in the direction of Tianshu Peak.

"Someone!"

Situ Yong let out a low cry and pinched Lingduan with his hand, and the long sword behind his back, "Canglang!" flew out of the scabbard, and the white treasure light on the sword rose to the sky.

The middle-aged fat man's cultivation was a little worse, and he was half a beat slower before he moved his hands, and a reddish inkstone flew out from under the wide robe, which was obviously a good magic weapon.

"People from your sect?"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed on the middle-aged fat man's round face, and he said sharply: "Since it has been discovered, it is enough to extinguish it." ”

Situ Yong didn't speak, but his face was just as ruthless: The matter of fornicating with the Xianmo Sect must not be heard, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

The two of them had already started to kill, and at the same time they floated into the air and planned to stay. But before the two of them could fly out of the woods, a red light had already shot out from far and near, and it was just a blink of an eye that came to the two of them.

When the dazzling red light disappeared, an elegant figure with long sleeves in his hands appeared, it was Liu Wenzhong who was smiling!

Situ Yong's face was surprised, the nervous look on his face disappeared without a trace, and he said with a smile: "Who am I, it turns out to be your nephew, haha~ You are not cultivating in Tianshu Peak, why are you running away from this wilderness?"

"Naturally, I'm here to see you, uncle,"

Liu Wenzhong floated in the air, his eyes scanning the faces of Situ Yong and the middle-aged fat man, "This fellow Daoist next to him is Elder Wang of the Xianmo Sect, I seem to have heard just now that Uncle Shi and Elder Wang are discussing murdering the master?"

Situ Yong's face turned cold when he heard this, and he and the middle-aged fat man surrounded Liu Wenzhong on both sides, and the magic weapon flying around him buzzed, flying faster and faster.

Liu Wenzhong turned a blind eye, held the long sword on his waist with his left hand, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Situ, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore." As long as you can repent and explain to your master the conspiracy planned by the Xianmo Sect, I will not take your life......"

"Take my life? hahaha~"

As if he had heard something extremely ridiculous, Situ Yong raised his head and laughed, looked at Liu Wenzhong playfully and said, "Little baby, after being a great apprentice of the sect for a few days, you forgot what your surname was, right?

As soon as the words fell, Situ Yong waved his right hand, and the white flying sword roared, and a white line crossed the air and stabbed Liu Wenzhong. At the same time as the flying sword shot out, there were already pale white traces flashing in the air, and it could be vaguely seen that it was some esoteric immortal text.

The monk of the Immortal Ink Sect next to him followed closely, and the inkstone in front of him was full of red light, rising in the wind, turning into a treasure inkstone the size of a water tank, and photographing it head-on on Liu Wenzhong's head!

The two magic weapons are extremely powerful, and the fluctuations in spiritual power brought by the attack are very amazing. Wherever the magic weapon passed, the dense canopy of the trees was instantly cut into several pieces by the sword qi, or ignited by the flames.

Liu Wenzhong shook his head slightly, sighed, and raised his right hand slightly.

With Liu Wenzhong's movements, the long sword on his waist let out a loud dragon groan, and it came out in response. It's just a blink of an eye, and the long sword has changed into two, two, and four, and countless flashing swords appeared out of thin air in front of Situ Yong and the middle-aged fat man!

There were so many of these flying swords that they were so red that they could barely see the surrounding mountains and forests as far as the eye could see. It was like a school of oversized fish gathered together in the sea, forming a formation in the air and swimming freely, and it was easy for the two of them to attack.

After all, Situ Yong has been practicing for hundreds of years, and he was shocked when he saw this formation, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and threw out a magic weapon less than a foot long, like a picture scroll, which quickly unfolded in the air, and blocked in front of him when he couldn't make a move.

The Immortal Ink Sect's movements were a little slower, and he was taken aback by this huge sword array, and it was too late to think about pinching the trick and casting spells.

The vast number of flying swords were already aimed at the two of them, and they shot out overwhelmingly!

"Bang Bang!"

A series of tooth-aching metal grinding sounds followed, and the two men in the air were wrapped in a sword array, like two helpless birds besieged by an overwhelming array of locusts. The magic weapons of the two of them were also submerged in it, and they couldn't see any trace for a long time, and there was only bright red in their eyes.

After a while, the sword array changed from many to few, and finally four into two, two into one, and regrouped into a long sword around Liu Wenzhong's body. During the whole process, Liu Wenzhong only lightly pinched the law, and his body did not move at all.

The sword array disappeared, and the middle-aged fat man in the air was gone, and he could only vaguely see countless blood stains and broken flesh on the ground and in the grass, and the red inkstone magic weapon was also broken into several pieces and fell to the ground, and the treasure light on it had long been annihilated.

Situ Yong's condition was not much better, his face was pale, and there was a deep wound on his left leg.

Just now, Situ Yong activated his strongest defensive magic weapon for the first time, which saved his life, but looking at the broken appearance of the scroll in his hand, it is estimated that the damage is not small.