"He couldn't escape. ”

Tang Qing spoke slowly.

The voice is calm and the tone is indifferent.

The ruthless fairy's brows furrowed even deeper, and she raised her eyes to look at the sky again, and Wu Laoer's figure had almost disappeared.

Most of his body has been integrated into the brushwork of the Jiangshan Society, and it may take a few blinks of an eye to completely leave this world and successfully escape.

The deep forest here is infinitely far away from the horizon, even if the ruthless fairy is not seriously injured and chases away with peak sword intent, I am afraid that it will be too late.

What's more, Wu Lao Er is protected by golden light, it is the aura and divine consciousness of the five realms of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy, since he chose to save Wu Lao Er out, who can stop him?

The Ruthless Fairy can't do it at the peak of the four realms.

Tang Qing's cultivation in the second realm is naturally even more impossible.

But he has a sword.

As the sky grew brighter, Tang Qing held the sword in his right hand, but no longer sideways in front of him, but raised it slightly, facing the sky, aiming at the figure that was about to disappear under the golden light.

Most of the sword intent under the short sword was hidden in the sword body, and the remaining small part was outside, and at this time, with Tang Qing's mind, it disappeared into the forest in an instant, and went to the sky in the blink of an eye.

With a vast aura, he slashed towards the golden light.

At this time, one of Wu Laoer's feet had already stepped into the pen and ink, and he was about to step out of the world in the map of the country.

He seemed to have sensed the breath and temperature of the human continent, and he also heard the very noisy voice in front of the Xuanwu List.

After a year of entering the Jiangshan Society, only the four brothers survived, and the encounters and life and death considerations during this period made this green forest man from Jiangbei sigh.

Luckily, I'm still alive.

Wu Lao Er was desperate, he couldn't help but want to laugh, he had already thought about going out, the first thing he did was to leave Jiangxin Lake, and then kill all the way to the Jade Girl Sect, in the second half of his life, he was ready to take root and settle down in the realm where the Jade Girl Sect was located, with the last wishes of the dead three brothers and those girls.

Laugh all the way, all the way forward.

Wu Lao Er's left foot stepped into the void, and his right foot was about to follow, just when the wind was whistling in the sky, the golden light that had always protected him and isolated all dangers suddenly dimmed.

He was startled, his figure stopped suddenly, and then he turned his head to look behind him.

A sword came from the ground, slashed through the wind, pierced the wind and clouds, and turned into a white dragon and slashed straight towards him!

That golden light bore the brunt of it, and it was all enveloped by the sword light, swaying slightly in the void space, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

At the moment when the sword intent came, in the flat ground in front of the Xuanwu List, a certain Five Realms Sect behind Zhou Exception suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the golden light between his fingers flickered and dimmed, mixed with a trace of extremely strong and domineering sword intent.

That sword intent was desperately slamming into the golden light at the moment, and it had an undying posture.

The Five Realms Sect was shocked, and he suddenly shouted: "There is such a strong sword intent in the Jiangshan Society Diagram! Could it be that the Sword Saint Descendant broke through the path and entered the Five Realms?"

The others around looked at the sword intent in the golden light between the fingers of the sect, feeling the terrifying power in it, and couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Zhou Ji's solemn and indifferent eyebrows were slightly raised, and the long pen in his right hand was raised lightly, and he quickly expelled the remaining sword intent.

The next moment, he looked up directly at the sky, the thick book in his left hand was shining, and the long pen in his right hand was raised again, and a sky-covering pen soared upward, breaking into the top air between the pen and ink in the face of the sound of the wind.

That Five Realms Sect had already been injured by the sword intent, and the golden light that protected Wu Lao Er was naturally insufficient, and he was no longer able to bring him out.

Just when he thought that he was about to fall down again and fall into dire straits, Zhou Ji's pen power struck, surrounded him again, and pulled Wu Laoer's ankle and was ready to forcibly take him out.

And between the deep forests, Tang Qing was still looking at the sky, unhurried.

The slight sword intent in the short sword caused the aura of a Five Realms Merge Daoist to be damaged, and he was unable to make another move.

What would happen if the sword intent in the short sword came out at this time?

He stared closely at the terrifying pen power above the sky that could cover almost the entire airspace, and knew that it must be Zhou Jiaoxi of the Heaven and Earth Divine Academy who made a move.

The pen power is in the air, and the sword intent in the short sword is ready to move, as if it has found an opponent.

In the blink of an eye, a white light rose from the forest, roaring upwards with an infinite sword intent that seemed to be able to cut off the entire world.

At the beginning of the sword intent, before it reached the sky, Zhou Exception's pen power had been locked by it.

Wu Laoer's retreating figure suddenly became very slow, and at this time, his lower body had passed through the wind and ink and went to the human world, and many people in front of the Xuanwu list had already seen the strong thighs full of muscles above the headspace.

However, his upper body was still between the pen and ink, watching the sword intent that could barely be seen directly attacked.

Zhou Zhi's face in front of the Xuanwu list changed suddenly, and the long pen in his right hand had been raised above his head, wanting to completely rescue Wu Lao Er.

The power of that pen was split in two, half to save people, and half to block the terrifying sword intent, even if it was only to temporarily delay its speed for a moment.

But that sword intent came from the hills of Nanshan.

With eighty percent of the combat power of that Wilderness Sword Master.

As long as it doesn't want to stop, no one can make it stop.

If Zhou Exception uses the strength of the peak of the Five Realms, coupled with the power in the Jiangshan Society Diagram, all of them are gathered in that pen power, maybe he can give it a try.

It's just that at this moment, resisting with only half the power of the pen, I'm afraid it's not enough.

He didn't even have the ability to leave that sword intent behind for a moment.

The sword intent is empty, very arrogant.

Directly stirring up the wind and clouds, and slashing down at the head of the half of the pen, Wu Laoer's face was frightened, he was already unconscious with fright, he wanted to shout, but found that his throat was already unable to speak.

In the blink of an eye, the sword intent cut off the pen power, turning into a sharp white mang that ran over Wu Laoer's body, and his entire upper body instantly shattered, scattered into countless tiny particles, floating into the endless wind and ink between the wind and clouds, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Not even flesh remained.

The four heroes of the green forest in Jiangbei have been wiped out so far.

Wu Lao Er lived the longest, but he also died the worst, and he didn't even leave a whole corpse.

The lower half of his body was finally dragged out by the remaining half of Zhou Zhi's pen power, dragged into the world, and fell to the flat ground in front of the Xuanwu List.

Everyone looked at Wu Laoer's half of the corpse in amazement, looking at the flat and smooth incision at his psoas muscles, and a trace of sharp sword intent was entwined in it, steaming all the blood dry, which was very terrifying.

Half of Zhou Jie's pen power was cut off by the sword intent, his breath was damaged, and a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat, and he forcibly swallowed it again.

He adjusted his breathing weakly, then looked down at the long pen in his right hand.

The pen had long since dried up, and although it still had strength, it was very weak.

Now on the dark pen, I don't know when a sword mark was scratched.

The sword marks are not deep.

But it was shocking.

It's like a provocation from the hills of Namsan Mountain.

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