As soon as the picture turned, he was still fighting.

The flying sword flew through the air, severing the head of a loose cultivator who had made a mistake.

Lu Xinghou's body no longer has a childish breath, and it has become mature, like a sword weapon that has been tempered for thousands of years, shining with cold light.

It has been two or three years since he debuted to kill Guan Zhihu, and he has matured, and every move has the power to destroy the enemy.

This time, he was ordered to level Fuhu Mountain, which became a den of thieves and corrupted all over the place.

"This Lord of the Immortal Sect, I have no intention of being an enemy of you in Fuhu Mountain, please leave quickly."

In the floating lake mountain, the clouds and mist are locked in the sky, and the bottom is not clear, and there is a rough voice coming out, which is extremely polite.

In this realm, no matter how unruly a monk is, when he meets an immortal sect monk, his first thought is not to offend, but to compromise.

"Gather in one place and act recklessly, and you will know that there will be a day when you will be leveled."

In the past two or three years, Lu Xinghou has seen a lot of this situation, his expression is calm, and he has no intention of stopping.

The severing of thieves is not by gentle words, but by being fierce, and the will of the Black Abyss Prison is not to be disobeyed.

"It's really impossible to be good."

Such a tough answer made Fuhushan's voice and enthusiasm fade, but there was still a trace of expectation and asked again.

"It's not negotiable."

Lu Xinghou said coldly.

Although they are not rebellious, the people of the Immortal Sect do naturally have a touch of superiority, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing the order.

"Big brother, Hugh should be polite to him."

"What about the people of the Immortal Sect, the situation is like this, what can he do to me."

"If you have the ability, you can get in."

In the floating lake and mountain, those fierce and scattered cultivators could no longer suppress their temperament, and shouted and killed.

What they do is to kill people and oversell goods, they don't dare to do anything, they can't be good, even if they are immortal sect monks, they will be slaughtered.

"Humph......"

Lu Xinghou snorted coldly, moved his body, and held a Ling Ran long sword in his hand, and smashed into the depths of the clouds.

"Good time."

There was a voice of joy, the group of cultivators in the Fuhu Mountain, occupying a favorable location, with the blessing of the formation, and a large number of people, Lu Xinghou suddenly broke in, and they had a great chance of winning.

A group of people shot at Lu Xinghou.

"Boom ......"

Fuhu Mountain shook, and a faint fluctuation spread out in all directions, the clouds and mist were misty, and many killings and figures were hazy and hazy, and it was extremely difficult to guard against.

The most prominent place is the figure of a young man, solemn and cold, with a fierce sword in his hand, without the slightest hint of cowering.

"Qiang"

His eyes were shining with divine light, illuminating the void sky, seeing the flaws in the formation, and a sword slashed out, and the sword light poured out like black water.

There was an earthquake around him, and the hazy smoke dissipated, revealing all the hidden cultivators.

"No way, you have this offensive, how can you be a nobody."

The person in charge of Fuhu Mountain is a pair of brothers, called Wu Tingsheng and Wu Tingfeng, the former is extremely confident in his own defensive strength, and he was extremely surprised to see that the formation was broken.

"Immortal Sect cultivators, are they all so powerful?"

Wu Tingfeng's eyes are solemn, and his cognition of Guangxiu Immortal Sect on weekdays exists on paper, and he can see it today, so he knows how true it is.

This is indeed a huge figure, and a monk who walks out at will has a strong combat power.

"Lu, it is true that he is a nobody, but he will not always be a nobody."

The precipitation of the years has brought Lu Xinghou a kind of experience, the Immortal Sect is turbulent, and the Black Abyss Prison is self-reliant.

They are on the rise, they are prominent.

As a member of it, he must grasp the general trend and use this gust of wind to raise his prestige.

"Qiang"

His mind was agitated, and the sword weapon in his hand seemed to resonate, making a buzzing sound, and the sword aura was in the air, full of a sense of indifference.

"Poof"

The person facing the blade of the sword, with blood rushing on his body, his eyes were wide open, and he lay down in a pool of blood with unwillingness and fear.

Seeing this, Lu Xinghou became more and more cold, his body was like a north wind, and his sword qi amazed the wind and snow, and he spread out, and then beheaded two monks.

"Kill"

There was a white-haired loose cultivator, who stabilized his state of mind, and rose like an ape hurting people, holding a sledgehammer high, smashing it down, and the sound of rolling muffled thunder spread.

"Poof"

Lu Xinghou turned around and swung his sword away, the whole process was very smooth, like mountain spring water flowing through the gravel path, as if the breeze blew away the flowing clouds, naturally.

The white hair was scattered and the figure was stagnant, and the heavy weapon in his hand was powerless to fall off, but it was at the neck, a crack opened, which gradually expanded, shaking the head off his shoulders.

"Don't give him a chance to go it alone."

Wu Tingsheng's eyelids jumped, this monk of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect was too fierce, and he couldn't see a trace of being bound by the rules.

"Buzz ......"

He sacrificed a small bell, made of red copper, which looked like a big palm, but it was actually as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The little bell flew, shining with brilliant firelight, and the lines flashed on the watch body, powerful and powerful, and hit Lu Xinghou.

Lu Xinghou stood majestically, the mana in his body was running, and when he passed his arm, a layer of black light immediately spread on his palm, and he shook the small bell without any scruples.

"Bell"

The sound of gold and iron sounded, and the light of the small bell dimmed a little, and flew out upside down, hanging on Wu Tingsheng's shoulder, attacking at any time.

"Misty Talisman"

On the side, Wu Tingfeng cut his fingers, outlining a spell on the void with essence blood, and the spiritual light was intertwined.

When the spell was completed, the void sky was turned upside down, Lu Xinghou felt that the magnetic field was chaotic, and the surrounding void sky was confused and confused, and he couldn't see the difference between up and down, left and right, which was very dangerous.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

Wu Tingfeng smiled, surrounded left and right, and made a pair of Emei thorns, a little like pear blossoms, waiting for an opportunity to deal with Lu Xinghou.

Under such a crisis, Lu Xinghou calmed down, waved the sword in his hand, and could always pick away the Emei thorn in time.

Even, Wu Tingsheng moved Xiao Zhong to kill again, his sword momentum opened and closed, and he made a wave on the sea, but he actually repelled it.

This drip of water did not leak, and the Wu Tingsheng brothers were shocked, obviously the enemy had a spell in his hand, but he felt a little unsure of what to do.

"Some doorways."

Lu Xinghou thought about the way to break the game, was silent for a moment, and when he moved again, the sword blade on the sword was brilliant and dazzling, like a round of blazing sun appeared in the dark night.

"Big brother, be careful!"

Wu Tingfeng was shocked, knew what was happening, and pulled Wu Tingsheng and asked him to retreat.

The next moment.

The blazing sword intent, the invasion was like fire, spreading through the surrounding void, and a spell manifested, floating with firelight, flying away.

At the same time, Wu Tingfeng's figure disappeared in place for a while.

"Ahh

Wu Tingsheng's eyes turned red, he roared, his mana broke through the meridians, and his body was glowing with blood, like a flame burning wantonly, and he wanted to die with Lu Xinghou.

There were earth-shattering fluctuations, spreading from the void sky, and the yellow dust was rolling, covering the rich smell of blood.

At last!

Lu Xinghou walked down from Fuhu Mountain.

……

"Shake the order of the Immortal Sect, be killed!"

He repeats the killing.

This time, it was an extremely vicious head, with profound Taoism and strong retreat, which was extremely difficult to deal with.

Lu Xinghou chased and killed the other party for ten days and ten nights, during which his mana was exhausted many times, swallowing pills and hurrying until he couldn't stand it, and the two started a decisive battle.

He fought hard, and the long sword broke Toutuo's golden body, and cut off the hard bones directly.

……

Kill, kill, kill.

The border areas are in turmoil, and the killing continues.

Killing the cultivator who robbed while the fire was taking advantage of the fire, and killing the people of the Langya Immortal Sect, Lu Xinghou kept at his feet, and in order to get ahead, he killed for another seven years.

He is very tired, but he is as happy as a glutton, and the taste of getting stronger every moment is reluctant.

But where he is the only one who is working hard, every Darkblade Monk is silently contributing.

"The Water Shadow Sect colluded with the Langya Immortal Sect, and it should be destroyed."

This year, Yang Li was as imposing as a rainbow, leading the Eleventh Dark Blade Squad to uproot one stronghold after another, with high prestige and repeated achievements.

According to the secret report, the Water Shadow Sect and the Langya Immortal Sect reached an agreement in private, became a thief, and also did some things that damaged the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

This kind of affiliated sect that eats inside and outside, where can it be tolerated, it will be surrounded at once.

"Elder Taishang, the Immortal Sect has come to suppress it."

Pan Hang is the sect master of the Water Shadow, and when he saw the people from the Immortal Sect, he was violent, and he knew that he was finally exposed.

He didn't dare to assert himself, so he hurriedly came to the ancestral hall, and in front of the tablets, there was an old man in gray sitting with plain eyes and very quiet.

This is the Supreme Elder of the Water Shadow Sect, with the highest combat power and the highest seniority, and he has the power to make a final decision.

"Since you have chosen this path, you must have the determination to go to the dark, if they kill, we will kill them all, and then the whole sect will run away and take refuge in the Langya Immortal Sect."

Ying Xingyu's expression was faint, he thought that he would know that there was such a day, and as soon as the matter was revealed, he didn't have to think about it, and immediately followed the plan.

"Yes!"

Pan Hang knew it in his heart, and when he came, he roughly knew that he had made a decision, and he didn't have too much emotion when he heard the words, so he bowed down and went out to kill the enemy.

At the mountain gate of the Water Shadow Sect, the large array slowly dispersed, but it was Pan Hang who had the intention to take the head of the monk of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and make a statement of his name to show his loyalty to the Langya Immortal Sect.

As a result, the eleventh squad of the Dark Blades, like a flood out of Xiongguan, went straight into the hinterland of the thieves.

"This great achievement, I can accumulate it, and the position of commander is no longer vain, and you are all heroes."

Yang Li drew his sword, looked around passionately, killed for 20 years, and fought everywhere, in order to accumulate military merits and sit on the position of commander hanging in the air.

The Water Shadow Sect is a big fish, strong, and a second-rate immortal cultivation sect, if it is destroyed, his prestige and means will be greatly improved.

At all times, the position of commander is really close at hand.

"Roar"

Plain, Yang Li's style is upright, meritorious service will be rewarded, and the monks of the 11th squad of the Dark Blade are also respectful, and they are very willing to help carry them in.

Besides, with such an old boss and an advanced commander, their future is also bright in the future.

The military heart is available, and the eleventh squad of the Dark Blade, like a sharp sword, slashes everywhere horizontally, and swings towards the Water Shadow Sect.

"Use my Water Shadow Sect as a stepping stone, you are so bold."

Rolling and whistling, raging in the sky.

Pan Hang killed him, and he held the master of the sect's Dao lineage, and it was still easy to deal with a team of monks.

"You're the strongest in the Water Shadow Sect?"

Yang Li is not angry but happy, the person who came is majestic, and the power in the Water Shadow Sect must be not small, the thief first invites the king, kills him, and he can lock the victory immediately.

"I am the Water Shadow Sect Master, and there is still a Supreme Elder in the gate, but I don't need him to come, I can suppress you."

Pan Hang stood with his hands in his hands, full of confidence, the Water Shadow Sect was not weak, he had a double foundation, and he was a well-known figure in the same level, otherwise he would not be qualified to catch up with the Langya Immortal Sect.

"Sect Master? Okay, let's kill you first, and then kill the so-called Supreme Elder. ”

Yang Li nodded slightly, the more powerhouses of the Water Shadow Sect, the better, pushed sideways, and used them all as stepping stones.

"Righteousness"

He was eager for merit in his heart, but when he moved, there was no contempt, but he took advantage of Pan Hang's contempt to explode a strong offensive.

The sword weapon is placed horizontally, carrying the clear qi of the heavenly dome, and the sword intent is moving, boundless, and no matter how stubbornly it resists, it will be crushed.

"The thief is fierce."

Immediately, Pan Hang's heart shook, his face dissipated indifferently, and turned into a thick panic.

He sacrificed a flying sword, surrounded his body, condensed into the general trend of mountains and rivers, suppressed a place, and divided the rolling sword intent.

"Uh-huh......"

It's a pity that his anger is silent, and the flying sword is unfavorable, so he can't completely disperse the offensive after all, so that dozens of wisps of sword intent can break through the body protection technique, invade the body, and let out a muffled snort.

"You, the sect master, have some means, but I am resolute and cannot be stopped."

After Yang Li took a sword, his eyes were sharp, and he really saw Pan Hang's bottom line, this person's cultivation is not bad, but it is just not bad.

"Boom ......"

He ran the exercises, and the mana in the dantian rushed out like the water of the embankment, mighty, pushing his own power to the peak.

Then, he carried the majestic momentum and pressed hard, with the weight of the sky in one hand, pressed down, and the void gave birth to layers of shackles, and in an instant, it collapsed and exploded, containing the dual realms of sealing the town and destroying it.

"Drink!"

Pan Hang shouted, and with great difficulty, he broke through the power of the seal on his body and waited for freedom, but he came with one hand.

His mind was dizzy, and his thoughts were empty, but he still relied on his instinct, gathered mana, and fought forward.

"Bang"

The mana of the two collided hard in the void, and a stream of chaotic qi swept away like a turbulent water wave, overturning one temple after another.

Suddenly, Pan Hang's arm bent, and there was no chance to turn the tables, Yang Li pressed it down with one hand and slapped it on his head.

"Elder Taishang......"

Pan Hang's mind immediately collapsed, but he still held on, glanced at the ancestral hall, and his eyes were faintly worried.

"Could it be that the elite of the Immortal Sect is here?!"

At this time, a look of surprise flashed in Ying Xingyu's eyes, the movement outside was too big, and a lot of temples were destroyed, and he could see that the Immortal Sect was violent.

It's just that if he really came to be a strong man, Pan Hang would have ventilated with him and fled with his family.

This unclear situation soon came to an end.

"Bang"

A qi machine rushed out, the ancestral hall of the Water Shadow Sect shook, the gate shattered, and a clear young man walked in, looking at the shaking tablets, as well as the old man Ying Xingyu with contemplative eyes.

"Where is Pan Hang?"

Ying Xingyu was shocked and angry, this is the ancestral hall of the ancestors, the place where the ancestors of the Water Shadow Sect worship, pure and solemn, and cannot be disturbed.

At the same time, there was a faint trace of fear in his heart, Pan Hang went out to kill the enemy, but he still let the enemy kill the ancestral hall, it seems that the situation is not optimistic.

"No need to scream, he'll go first."

Yang Li said lightly.

"You killed him."

Ying Xingyu's murderous heart is blazing, Pan Hang is the foundation of the Water Shadow Sect, after he died, he was able to provoke the existence of the beam, but now that he is broken, when he is old, he will die, wouldn't he have no foundation to guard the sect.

"As a subordinate of the Immortal Sect, you eat inside and out, and you should know that there will be a day when a catastrophe is coming."

Yang Li was indifferent, the Guangxiu Immortal Sect was able to stand on the edge for thousands of years, relying on gentleness, but the iron blood of the hegemon.

In this realm, all the immortal cultivators have to follow their rules, and those who violate them will be killed.

"I've done everything, what's the point of saying this."

Ying Xingyu knew everything thoroughly, knowing that it was a black road, and he could only go to the end, and he couldn't quit halfway.

The only miscalculation was that Pan Hang folded, causing the Water Shadow Sect to lose a big protection.

"Kill!"

His eyes flickered, and it fell on Yang Li, the killing machine was revealed, and his feet moved, like a Qingluan fire phoenix, extremely fast, and he took it down with one claw, hitting the void with an explosion, which was extremely ferocious.

"Buzz"

Yang Li was still waiting for the battle, and even learned from Pan Hang that this was the Supreme Elder of the Water Shadow Sect, and when he used the Qiankun Yizheng Sword Technique, he didn't spare his hand.

As soon as the sword light condensed, the heaven and earth of Shanghe were green and upright, and the momentum was condensed, and it was like an axe chiseling a mountain, with an unparalleled edge.

"Whoosh"

Ying Xing frowned, and retreated, this sword is really fierce and cannot be shaken.

Yang Li gained momentum, like the wind and fire, and the sword moves were like pouring heavy rain, out of control, enveloping Ying Xingyu down.

"Poof"

Ying Xingyu dodged again and again, but finally lost the first hand, his shoulders were picked, and the blood flowed, staining half of his robe red.

"Junior, there are people outside the world, it's not for you to be murderous."

Seeing the blood, he was ferocious, and he had Pan Hang's hatred, and the urgency of the sect's distress was really powerful, regardless of the cost.

"Boom ......"

The void sky is turbulent, as if a powerful figure has descended, the tall body oppresses the spiritual machine, and every move has great power.

Ying Xingyu looked up to the sky and roared, swallowing a piece of skylight, with a seal on his hand, towering and sacred, and suppressed Yang Li.

"Drink"

Yang Li took a deep breath, and his mana ran towards his whole body, his body glowed slightly, and he had a bit of a charm of physical cultivation.

His sword weapon is not cut, it lies above the void sky, and then he presses forward, and his whole body is full of strength, mana, and condensation.

The treasure seal hit the sword weapon, and it shook suddenly, Yang Li's frame was not crooked, but the terrifying aura passed through the sword body to his hands, and then spread to his body.

His tall body stood tall and tenacious as a stone, but his mouth was already bleeding, and he was not badly wounded.

"Kill"

Yang Li did not retreat, a tragic power emerged from his body, the hand holding the sword was very steady, and the horizontal sword was suddenly pulled out, blatantly shattering the dim treasure seal, and slashing at Ying Xingyu's façade.

"This son is too fierce."

The dazzling sword light made Ying Xingyu's eyes squint slightly, looking at the resolute figure, he was somewhat suppressed.

He used the sword as a reference, swift and strong, piercing the chaotic aura and striking at the blade.

"Bell"

The sound of sword strikes rang out.

Yang Li's arm trembled back slightly, and he could see that he was a little weak, but on the smooth blade, it was stained with blood.

Ying Xingyu's fingers were cut off, and deep sword marks were left on his metacarpal bones, white and bloody, extremely terrifying.

"Burn potential, slash and kill the enemy."

With a faint smell of blood, in the stirring smoke and dust, Yang Li's hair was scattered, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, but his eyes were extremely firm.

He wants to kill the enemy, destroy the Water Shadow Sect, and walk towards the position of commander.

"Boom ......"

His situation is not too good, his mana is exhausted, and his mind is sluggish, but he still gritted his teeth and held on, burning his potential, and pushing his power to the peak.

In an instant, his combat power was close to the late stage of the foundation building realm, and his method was even more extreme, and he blessed his power on the sword weapon.

With this sword slashed, Ying Xingyu's color changed, and he hurriedly squeezed the mana of his whole body, wrapped his hands around the mixed element, and evolved yin and yang to deal with it.

"Alas......"

Too late.

I don't know if Yang Li is too fierce, or if Ying Xingyu is old and lacks the courage of his youth, as soon as the sword blade passed, he let out a sigh and fell.

After that, the Water Shadow Sect collapsed without any suspense.

The roar of the eleventh squad of the Dark Blade shook the sky, and Yang Li's prestige and achievements soared, as if he was a rising star.

It seems to be a feeling.

"Twenty years, it's time to give a reward to those monks who fought hard."

In the deepest part of the Black Abyss Prison, a pair of clear eyes opened, as if after twenty years of watching the Dark Blade Monk's efforts, he finally made a decision.

(End of chapter)