Han Shen never thought that there would be such a scene, Meng Juntong's sword was just placed on the trajectory of his own move, it can be said that this arm was not cut off by Meng Juntong, but knocked down by himself.

The intense pain of the severed limb caused the powerful Jindan Realm cultivator's entire face to twist hideously, but he didn't scream a single scream. His eyes were fixed on Meng Juntong's body like that bloodthirsty beast. If the previous hatred came from Meng Juntong's frustration of the genius Han Jing of Bixiao Palace, then the current hatred came completely from the heart of this Jindan Little Daozun.

The thunder sword that emitted purple light in Han Shen's left hand was now shivering, and the blood on his broken arm had been stopped by himself.

Meng Juntong had also suppressed the injuries surging in his body at this moment, the sword just now, Han Shen surged at least eight points of true power in his arm, and when Bai Zejian cut off Han Shen's arm, all these eight points of true power were impacted on Meng Juntong's body. In just a short moment, he directly washed away a breath of true qi in Meng Juntong's body, but fortunately, Meng Juntong transformed his true qi into spiritual power of cultivation in time, and transferred it to the foundation of the immortal path with his martial arts physique, so that he could continue to complete the remaining movements.

It seems that the skill of the little grandmaster in the next battle will no longer be used, and the true qi that has been washed away, I don't know how long it will take to be able to smooth it out again.

"You could have died quickly, but now this seat wants to capture you back to Bixiao Palace, put you in the Ice Prison, and torture you for a hundred years! Then extract your Yuan Soul, make it into a wick, and burn it on that whale oil pot for three thousand years!"

"The real battle is about to begin," Awen's eyes narrowed more and more in the distance, but two condensed divine lights flowed from the cracks in his eyes, looming.

"If you can capture me, do whatever you want. If you can't, sink your body in this river today. The fighting spirit in Meng Juntong's heart was gradually ignited, and she broke Brother Jindan's arm, which was also a great encouragement for her. Of course, with the means of immortal cultivators, it is not difficult to recover the broken arm, or even remake an arm with special materials to connect it.

Meng Juntong held the Bai Ze sword in one hand and the wind sword in the other, standing with both hands, Bai Zejia's divine brilliance was radiant, and she looked like a séance that day.

The temperament of one god and one demon is full of strong opposition. With a loud shout from both sides at the same time, both rushed towards each other at the same time.

Due to their fast running, the two of them directly overturned the river water on both sides under their feet.

The purple sword flipped and thundered and twisted, blue and white, and the edge was infinite. The sound of the clanging of weapons on the Luojiang River formed a dense golden sound, and the speed was so fast that people felt that this was a sound in a trance.

The old Taoist Han Shen is like a crazy melee martial artist at this moment, and he has started a head-to-head confrontation with Meng Juntong, and Meng Juntong now has no true qi of a martial artist, and still uses the spiritual power of a cultivator to manipulate the martial arts to meet the enemy.

For a time, there were thousands of thunders and lights on the battlefield, and the magnificence of the scene was far better than the previous battle between the Shuifu Jun of the Luojiang River and Han Jing of the Bixiao Palace.

"Luo Sha summons, possess himself!" Han Shen's hair flew upside down, accompanied by a bang, the purple robe on his body was actually broken directly, and what was even more terrifying was that Han Shen actually had four more arms behind him, if he didn't count the broken arm, this guy had six arms, which was only those two heads away from the legendary three-headed and six-armed supernatural powers.

Among the four arms stretched out from behind, each held a special-shaped weapon, including a white bone tower, a crystal skeleton, a spirit flag, and a soul bell, which seemed to be a very terrifying and weird ghost method.

"I didn't expect that behind the Bixiao Palace, it turned out to be this evil demon. The face of the guard of the Sanpin Tian'an Mansion on the shore was gloomy for a while, and it looked like a righteous monk would appear in this scene.

Ah Wen was unimpressed: "Young man, don't be too strange to see too little, if you see too many cultivators, you will feel that this thing is normal." ”

On the battlefield, Meng Juntong faced this five-armed monster, and she was slightly shocked in her heart, but she had heard Ah Wen say that there were many evil cultivators in the Chu Kingdom, because there was a saying that the Chu River led directly to Huangquan Road, so there were many ghost path cultivation paths derived from this.

Compared to the righteous path, the cultivation of the ghost path is much faster, and many ghost cultivators can enter the Jindan realm in less than a jiazi. They don't need to refine the spiritual power in the golden pill repeatedly, they just need to constantly absorb and absorb it, and take possession of the power of that ghost thing regardless of the type.

It's just that ghost path cultivation is rare to have a good end in the end, especially the higher the cultivation, the stronger the final backlash will be.

In front of him, Han Shen used to summon Luo Sha, which was one of the cultivation methods of the ghost Dao people, and the four arms stretched out from his back were condensed from the four ghost powers.

"It's really a dirt hide. Meng Juntong shouted coldly.

Shaohua Dream City has a feud with that Huangquan Dao for generations, and the Ghost Dao is a branch extension of the Huangquan Dao, so she naturally has no shortage of means to deal with this kind of sneakiness.

However, just as Meng Juntong was about to make a move, a white rainbow broke through the sky in the distance, and a monk with a crane crown and a childish face, also wearing a purple robe, and a jade crown and tied hair, landed on the Luojiang River, standing on the middle line between Meng Juntong and Na Han Shen.

Meng Juntong's brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at the man in front of him from the corner of his eye.

This person's cultivation is far better than Han Shen's, from his outfit, and from his cultivation, from the combination, this person should be the ancestor of Bixiao Palace, Han Xiao.

Han Xiao's handsome young face was as cold as ice, and he turned his head to look at Han Shen, who had completely revealed his Luo Sha form, and then looked at Meng Juntong, who was holding a sword.

"In Xia Han Xiao, I have seen this fellow Daoist. Han Xiao bowed his hand slightly at Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong said coldly: "Bixiao Palace, as the sect of the Chu State Protector Sect, actually has disciples in the sect who practice the way of evil ghosts, as an ancestor, I am afraid that the predecessors are to blame." ”

Han Xiao's face was very ugly.

"Senior brother, since it has been revealed, it is better to ......" Han Shen opened his teeth and claws, but before he finished speaking, a sword light directly penetrated his heart.

Meng Juntong felt a chill in his heart, this Han Xiao was really ruthless, it was his junior brother, he would kill if he said it, and he didn't even hesitate at all.