At this time, on the other side, the remaining Qingxu Sect disciples and Corpse Refining Sect disciples, as well as several scattered cultivators, were competing for a wooden fish.

For a while, the magic weapon shone brightly, and the sound of collision continued to emanate.

"I didn't expect that as a contemporary disciple of the Qingxu Sect, he would actually refine such an evil magic weapon!"

Kang Wenyu forced Ling Shuwen's blood-colored sword pillar back, and looked at the other party with a faint gaze

"There is no good or bad supernatural power, there is no good or evil in magic weapons, everything depends on who the user is. Ling Shuwen's expression was indifferent, and the blood sword was indeed stabbing at Kang Wenyu without stopping.

"Oh?" Kang asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It seems that you are also a disciple of a great sect full of benevolence, righteousness and morality!"

He took out a black bottle from the storage bag, the bottle opened towards the ground, and suddenly a black bug jumped off the ground and crawled towards his eyes.

It became as tall as a cow in the blink of an eye, with four legs, four eyes, purple-black skin, and two sharp teeth at the corners of its mouth in the shape of a crescent.

Kang Wenyu pinched the trick in his hand and controlled the monster to attack Ling Shuwen.

It had purple saliva in its mouth, and it looked at Ling Shuwen as if it had found food, let out a roar, and rushed out.

The Corpse Refining Sect has always been known for its secrecy, and although it doesn't usually appear, it can make a deep impression every time it appears.

Ling Shuwen didn't dare to be careless, stepped back a little, took out a talisman in his hand and threw it out.

The spell immediately had a white mist emerge between the pinching tips, wrapping the monster, and under Ling Shuwen's pinching of the trick, the white mist rolled and formed crystal clear ice crystals, freezing the monster.

Ling Shuwen's blood sword took off his hand and flew towards the monster.

......

Wang Le hid in the dark, his eyes moved slightly, and suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.

It was a man in his thirties, and he was born extremely ugly.

The ugly man had a strong strength, and he formed a team with several loose cultivators, and was snatching the wooden fish.

"That's a disciple of Old Man Xinmo. Wang Le recognized it at a glance, staring at the other party's figure and falling into thought.

I haven't seen him for so long, and the ugly man's mana is deeper than when he fought with Wang Le that day, Wang Le remembered that when he entered the mouth of the gods that day, the ugly man recognized him in the crowd, so that the old man Xinmo killed him on the spot and almost killed him.

Now this ugly man must not know that his master is dead.

Wang Le naturally will not let go of the other party, and he naturally wants to get rid of this kind of enemy who can keep him awake.

Wang Le's body moved closer to the dark, and then he stared at the ugly man in front of him, waiting for the opportunity.

The ugly man was obviously the main force in that group of scattered cultivators, and his cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, coupled with the fact that his physical body cultivation was not weaker than ordinary magic weapons, so that every time he swung his arms, fists, legs, and knees, he could bring out a large area of fierce wind, which was impossible to ignore.

He waved his arms in unison, bombarding punch after punch in front of his eyes, forming a fierce attack like ****, forcing the disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect and the disciples of the Qingxu Sect who were besieging around him to retreat, plus the combined force of several scattered cultivators beside him, for a while, the Corpse Refining Sect and the Qingxu Sect were unable to break through.

At this point, the ugly man is attacking even more frantically, he needs to get out of the encirclement as soon as possible and get out of here.

The wooden fish was put into a storage bag by him, although it was a cooperation with several casual cultivators around him, and the profits were divided equally.

The ugly man said yes, but he never nodded in his heart.

After he decided to go out, he would kill them first, and if he couldn't kill them, he would ask Shizun to kill them when he found him.

As for the robe in Ling Shuwen's hand, the ugly man gave up his plan for the time being.

That robe is obviously more valuable than the wooden fish, and at this moment, the big disciples of the Qingxu Sect and the Corpse Refining Sect are all competing, and the ugly man is self-aware, and there is still a gap between himself and them.

"Fellow Daoists, let's work together to break a gap and leave here, otherwise when Ling Shuwen or Kang Wenyu come, we will be in trouble. ”

So everyone nodded, sacrificed their magic weapons, and threw them forward.

......

On the other side, Ling Shuwen found that although his spell hitting the monster had an effect, it could not break through the opponent's defense, but instead aroused the opponent's beastly nature.

It strode on all fours, and Ling Shuwen suddenly felt a squirm on the ground under his feet.

As soon as his eyes moved, his figure jumped on the spot, and the ground below was stabbed by dense earthen spears.

"Land control?"

Ling Shuwen's gaze turned and he drove the blood sword towards the monster below.

Hearing that, the monster suddenly stiffened its head and let out a hiss, Ling Shuwen immediately felt a feeling of dizziness coming, and the blood sword he was driving suddenly slowed down.

"Psychic attack?"

At the same time, he was shocked in his heart, and found that the figure of Kang Wenyu behind him exploded, and when he patted the black coffin behind him, the coffin lid suddenly flew out, and he pinched the trick in his hand, and a large black light came out of the coffin lid and rushed towards Ling Shuwen.

Ling Shuwen was attacked by the enemy on his abdomen, his face changed, the mana in his body agitated, the blood sword flew back to the top of his head, and the seal in his hand was sealed, and suddenly a sword array was born.

The swords appeared in unison, and the blood-colored aura churned out from the sword array, and Ling Shuwen pinched a little in his hand, and the blood-colored sword array immediately turned into countless sword lights, rushing towards the monster in front of him.

For a while, blood light emerged, and cracks appeared on the monster's body, and it was finally directly penetrated by a blood-colored residual sword, and purple blood flew up, which was slowly absorbed by the blood sword.

At the same time, a large black light from the rear came, like a black curtain falling from the sky, blocking Ling Shuwen.

Ling Shuwen glanced at the black curtain, directly opened the robe in his hand and put it on, and then urged the mana, and the golden light appeared again, directly colliding with the black curtain above.

The two forces burst out in an instant, dissipated at the same time, and a blood-colored sword pillar appeared perfectly, with a bloodthirsty madness, it seemed to be slow, but in fact, it appeared in front of Kang Wenyu's eyes in an instant.

The power on the robe almost completely restrained Kang Wenyu's supernatural powers, and Ling Shuwen's sword was extremely suitable, not surprisingly, this sword would end the battle in front of him.

......

On the other side, the mana around the ugly man's body surged, and his fist intent burst out, like a male lion constantly attacking, he stepped by step, knocking the magic weapons in front of him into the air, and he could also grab the gap and seriously injure the opponent in front of him.

He quickly came out of the encirclement, and his eyes glanced in a distant direction, and his mind was already measured.

At this moment, looking at a Qingxu Sect disciple who was chasing behind him, he shouted, the mana in his body exploded, his waist sank, and a lion roar was born on the ground, he struck out three punches in a row, carrying a huge force like a tsunami to repel the Qingxu Sect disciple, the Qingxu Sect disciple spurted blood on the spot, and his body flew backwards.

The ugly man didn't stop, stepped on the ground without hesitation, and shot away into the distance.

It's just that, at this moment, Wang Le strode out of the shadows.

The long sword soared, the void slashed, and the spiritual power in Wang Le's body was frantically vented, his face changed, and he only felt that more than half of his mana had found an outlet in an instant, like a flood bursting the embankment.

Layers of coercion fell towards the ugly man, and the brilliant sword qi shrouded from behind, the sword light seemed to be slow, but it was like a mountain tilting, unstoppable.

The ugly man who had just risen into the air felt his body collapse in an instant, and then he was pierced by countless sword qi, and the whole person was submerged in the sword light, and a wooden fish fell from the sky and rolled to the ground.

Wang Le looked at this scene with some astonishment.

That sword attack style is really too exaggerated.

He felt his body shake a little, but he didn't expect that attacking the French style would require extracting so much mana at one time, which was even more exaggerated than breaking the French style.

Then he felt that he had lost it.

Originally, he just wanted to test the power of the attack method, but found that the storage bag on the ugly man's body was gone, and the only thing left was the wooden fish.

(Dear book friends, remember to collect those who think it looks good!)