This scene made the eyes of the other people widen, they didn't expect this Ling Fan of Lingyun Valley to be so despicable.

"Ling Fan, stop!" Xiao Sheng burst out with a shout, raised his foot and stepped in the direction of Qin Cang. But it was too late. Ling Fan used all his strength to slam his palm into Qin Cang's back.

Puff...

Qin Cang suddenly took off his magic sword, spit out a mouthful of blood, his body was like a broken kite, flying straight ahead, and his forehead hit a stone wall heavily. Suddenly fell to the ground, his body kept convulsing, and blood flowed everywhere. It seems that I am afraid that I will not be able to live! With Ling Fan's palm, he had already moved the idea of taking Qin Cang's life.

Xiao Sheng's eyes were red when he saw this scene, and he roared at Ling Fan with excitement: "You despicable villain! Do this to a child! I have to kill you today!"

Bai Long and Zhuang Qingyun were also extremely angry at this moment, and immediately wanted to rush up and kill Ling Fan.

Ling Fan had a cheeky old face: "If you are not a disciple of my valley, you will have to die if you learn my Lingyun Valley Xuangong! Could it be that you also want to fight against our Lingyun Valley?" laughed wildly, and reached out to pick up the Demon Drink Sword that Qin Cang had dropped on the ground.

"Ling Fan's old dog moves the magic sword!" Wu Hao burst out at this time, and quickly drew his sword and stabbed at Ling Fan.

"You Wu family child also want to move the old man?" sideways dodged Wu Hao's sword, and immediately attacked Wu Hao with a backhand.

Both of them are ranked about the same on the star list, and if they really fight, it is really difficult to tell who wins and who loses. And at this moment, both of them are fighting to get this magic drinking sword.

Ling Fan was really cunning and cunning, and deliberately sold a flaw to Wu Hao, leading Wu Hao to stab himself in the head with a heavy sword, but bent down to pick up the magic drinking sword on the ground.

Wu Hao knew that it was not good, and he was about to stop it, but the Demon Drinking Sword was already in Ling Fan's hand. Ling Fan turned around and slashed at Wu Hao with a sword, but Wu Hao hurriedly blocked with his sword.

Jingle Bell··· With a sound, the purple heavy sword in Wu Hao's hand was actually cut into two pieces in an instant.

The purple heavy sword held by Wu Hao was a well-known divine weapon in the Northeast region, the 'Purple Light Cold Sword', and at this moment, it was actually swung into two pieces by Ling Fan using the Demon Drinking Sword as soon as it came into contact. At this time, Wu Hao looked at the broken sword in his hand, and his heart was extremely complicated.

The rest of the people were also shocked, this scene happened in an instant, and the Demon Drinking Sword exerted its great power.

When Ling Fan saw this, he was immediately overjoyed, and raised the Demon Drinking Sword with a wild smile: "This magic sword is mine! Haha, this magic sword is mine..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Fan's expression suddenly froze, and his expression was also weird. The rest of the people all looked at Ling Fan curiously, not knowing what was going on with this sudden change.

Suddenly, Ling Fan's body actually twisted and trembled. At this time, Ling Fan let out a miserable cry one after another, his face was extremely painful, and his expression was hideous and terrifying, only to see his right hand holding the Demon Drink Sword suddenly turn over, and shook his right hand violently, but the Demon Drink Sword did not fall to the ground, but wanted to be attached to his hand like a magnet, and it was visible to the naked eye that Ling Fan's Xuan Qi was gradually absorbed by her.

Seeing this situation, Wu Hao, Xiao Sheng and others who were close to him couldn't help but retreat one after another, looking at this scene in horror.

Ling Fan screamed incessantly. Soon, his body was as dry as a skeleton, and the Demon Drinking Sword still did not break away from Ling Fan's hand, and it was still constantly absorbed. And Ling Fan couldn't support his body at the moment, his legs fell to the ground weakly, and the whole person had lost his human form.

"Help me, save me!" Ling Fan shouted as he fell to the ground weakly. Empty eyes looked at the other six.

No one wants to go up to save him, putting aside his despicable and arrogant appearance before, who dares to take a step closer at this moment.

In the weak cry for help, Ling Fan gradually lost his vitality, the skin and flesh were suddenly broken, and the blood flowed out incessantly, and the flesh and white bones were mixed together, looking extremely infiltrating.

But the Demon Drinking Sword didn't seem to be satisfied, it was still absorbing flesh and blood, and gradually, the flesh and blood scattered on the ground by Ling Fan also disappeared, leaving only a white bone on the ground.

Seeing this scene, several people couldn't help but feel numb in their scalps, and their feet were a little unstable on their feet.

"Let's go. The white dragon looked at the white bones on the ground and shouted at several people.

Xiao Sheng walked towards Qin Cang sadly, although Ling Fan was dead, Qin Cang was afraid that he would not be able to save him. Just as Xiao Sheng was about to approach Qin Cang, the entire Shandong trembled, and the rocks fell one after another.

"Cang'er!" Xiao Sheng wanted to step forward and hug Qin Cang, but was smashed back a few steps by huge rocks.

Zhuang Qingyun pulled Xiao Sheng from behind: "Old boy, let's go, this place is not suitable for a long time." ”

Xiao Sheng rushed towards Qin Cang with red circles in his eyes, and was stopped by Zhuang Qingyun: "What are you thinking, Surabaya Pavilion is gone?" Qin Cang is afraid that he will not survive even if he is rescued, if we don't go out at this time, we will be trapped here again." ”

Xiao Sheng looked at the rocks that had fallen down one after another, and in less than a moment, Qin Cang's position had been submerged by the rocks.

"Let's go!" Zhuang Qingyun pulled Xiao Sheng past and flew towards the exit of the cave.

Bai Long, Lin Shuang and others also fled.

Although Wu Hao was reluctant, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he saw Ling Fan's previous scene, and he didn't dare to touch this Demon Drinking Sword anymore, looking at the broken Purple Light Cold Sword in his hand. Wu Hao's heart hurt to the extreme, he sighed, and had to escape from this space as soon as possible.

It was already the night of the second day when I got out of the cave.

Several people looked around, and their faces couldn't help but be a little gloomy. When the cave was opened, there were thousands of people who entered, but now, only six people came out, and in one day, the death was so terrible, how could it not be chilling.

When I first came, the momentum at the foot of the Cangming Mountain was magnificent, gathering more than a few thousand people, and at this moment, looking at the bottom of the Cangming Mountain, the tent camp was still there, but the people were bustling. Thinking of the thick white powder that filled the ground in the cave, several people had palpitations again, and their scalps were numb.

This time, the Shuangshan Alliance suffered the heaviest losses, and hundreds of people who entered did not survive. Relatively speaking, Xiao Sheng didn't have much loss here, but Xiao Sheng was the most sad at this time, his favorite son-in-law, his daughter's favorite person, brought out alive, but at this moment he had died in the cave, the corpse was not brought back, and he seemed to have seen Xiao Ying'er's sad appearance when he went back.

Back in the camp, Xiao Zhen hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, but seeing that Qin Cang behind Xiao Sheng and Zhuang Qingyun did not appear, he couldn't help asking, "Where is Qin Cang?"

It was only at this time that he saw Xiao Sheng's haggard face, and he probably guessed the result in his heart, and he made waves violently.

"It's me who is incompetent. Cang'er, he's dead!" Xiao Sheng lowered his head and gasped.

At this time, Zhuang Xue, who was greeted with a smiling face on the side, suddenly stunned on the spot with a stiff expression, and the long sword in his hand slipped to the ground unconsciously.

"Qin Cang, he's dead?"

At this time, the cave was in ruins, and rocks were falling all over the ground. And Qin Cang, who had no breath at all, was buried in a small space under the rock. On the other side, a pitch-black heavy sword glowing with purple-black light was like a magnet adsorbing, slowly moving towards Qin Cang's direction.