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"Who is that True Demon Sect disciple who injured me?"

The old man secretly praised in his heart, this young man has a flexible mind, and he is a material that can be made.

"The Hanging Neck Venerable Master Wang Zhou, the veteran Jindan body cultivator of the True Demon Sect, is resident in Beidian City, famous for his belligerence, his body is like a solid stone, his movement is like electricity, and he has a neck wrapped around his ......"

Li Ji was deeply moved, "Senior brother, take care ......"

Looking at Li Ji's back, the old man sighed, "It's you who should take care......"

Living in Nanli for nearly a hundred years, sometimes he almost forgot the previous eventful years, the master sympathized with him, and rarely arranged tasks for him, so that he could spend his old age here, and because of this, the occasional arrangement is the top priority of the task in the faction, just like this young man, fearless, how similar to his youth, Xuanyuan generation after generation, young people in their prime emerge in endlessly, I don't know, whether the favor of heaven can be a trace of this young man?

Seven days later, the news came that Wang Zhou, the master of the hanging neck, was beheaded at the head of the city with a sword cultivator from the Thousand Islands region under the attention of all the people, and was beheaded at the city gate......

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On the sea of blue-green algae, more than a dozen sword lights criss-crossed, the sword qi of Gangfeng roared back and forth, and from time to time there was a sound of angry shouts in the air, this was two waves of sword cultivators fighting swords on the sea, one side of the sword cultivator wearing a yellow robe was slightly above the other in terms of number and strength, while the other wave of sword cultivators wearing variegated colors were struggling to support,

"Shi Kang, this is the offshore sea of Fanghu Island, and it is the sea area to which my evil sword sect belongs, you have no right to pick Lingbei here, the Imperial Sword Sect is so strong, do you want to start a war with me to ward off evil spirits?"

On the side of the variegated sword cultivator, a heart-moving sword cultivator led by him was full of anger, and many of the junior brothers and sisters around him had been injured, and the situation was not optimistic.

A yellow-robed sword cultivator on the opposite side laughed,

"Aoba, your evil ward-ward sword sect is in such a situation, do you still have the courage to speak out here? What about robbing you of the place where you ward off evil spirits and producing shells? The spiritual objects in the world, those who are strong have obtained them, how many elders are still alive in your evil ward-off lineage? If you open a factional war, my imperial sword can afford to open a lineage, can you take over the evil ward-ward sword faction?"

The Cyanobacteria Sea is a small sea area around Fanghu Island, the sea depth is limited, the seaweed is flourishing, there are large shellfish living in the algae, and if the day is long, there is a chance to produce spiritual shells, and the function is similar to that of the spirit stone of the continent, and it is also the hard currency of the cultivation realm in the blue sky world.

In the Thousand Islands region, there are hundreds of small islands, and the seafood around the islands with sects is basically owned by the sects of the island by default, depending on the strength of the sects, which is a bit like the distinction between territorial waters and the high seas in the previous life.

Fanghu Island, where the evil sword sect is located, the output of the surrounding spirit shells is not bad, with the strength of the evil sword sect, it has also provided a solid backing for the development of the sword sect for thousands of years, but it is not as good as in the past, under the withering of the high-level, there are not a few sects that smell the smell of blood and interests, among which the neighboring Huangjian Gate is the one that dances the most.

In the cultivation realm, high-level monks are the pillars of a sect, and in small and medium-sized islands with a population of one million like Fanghu Island, Jindan monks are basically their limit, such as the Sword Sect to ward off evil spirits, the Imperial Sword Gate, and the surrounding Holy Fire Sect, Dagu Mountain Gate, Maha Temple, etc.

The Evil Warding Sword Sect still has some strength among these second-rate sects, and the Jindan Sword Cultivator has four or five positions, so it has a place in the Thousand Islands Domain Void Alliance, but it is not what it used to be, and if it continues to develop in this situation, not to mention the surrounding Lingbei Sea Field, even the ladder quota may be difficult to keep.

"Hiss......"

Another evil sword cultivator was hit by the flying sword, and the pain was so painful that cold sweat flowed on his forehead, and he couldn't even maintain his flying state, Aoba saw this, and immediately made a decisive divine sense, and ordered his junior brothers and sisters to withdraw from the battle, and he himself also went backwards after attacking a few swords.

Fortunately, the Imperial Sword Sect was not persecuted too much, and the decline of the Evil Sword Sect was inevitable, and there was no need for them to fight to the death here, after all, there was no advantage in terms of strength and numbers, and if there was damage because of this, it would be too worthless.

The Yellow Sword Sect roared arrogantly in the sky, thinking that it was a show, and then continued to pick the spiritual shells in this sea area, and the seven or eight sword cultivators who warded off evil spirits supported each other and left silently, and they also knew the misfortune of the sect with a heavy heart, and they didn't even dare to say a hard word.

Flying out for dozens of miles, one of the female cultivators in colorful clothes choked up, "Senior Brother Aoba, is that it?"

Her name is Lin Caiyi, and she fuses sword cultivation, of course, she cultivates an outer sword, and among the seven or eight disciples of the evil sword sect, except for the senior brother Qingye, they are all cultivating outer swords;

Lin Caiyi is not very old, but also beautiful as a flower, deeply loved by the same brothers, and another female sword cultivator in the faction Shan Qingyi and called Fang Hu Eryi, are very famous characters in the surrounding sea islands.

But the beauty deserves not to eat, this time I went to the sea to pick shellfish, and the sword cultivators were severely humiliated, and the appearance of the shy flowers in the closed moon did not play a role, but was attacked by the opponent's flying sword from various tricky angles, if it were not for the tight support of the senior brother Aoba, I am afraid that now it is no longer a colorful clothes, but a rotten clothes, and a tattered clothes.

"When I go back, tell Uncle Heijin that I will let this group of thieves come and go!"

It was Hai Xin who spoke, the little junior brother, but he was about to build the foundation, and everyone didn't dare to let him step forward in the battle, just for fear of an accident, he was put into the sea and fed to the fish and turtles.

His words are just childish, the five Jindan sword cultivators of the evil sword sect used to be in charge, and the high Taoist in charge was eager for quick success, and he vainly cultivated the secret method to make himself half-fated, and now there is still a little strength left, no one knows, Gu Yanzi traveled to other regions sixty years ago, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive,

Tongxin, Changqing's two Jin Dan uncles died in battle, and now they don't even know who the murderer is, and now there is only one black gold uncle in the sect who is supporting the scene, how can he easily take action?

"After I go back, I tell my uncle, I have my own ideas, and we can't exaggerate and say some righteous words...... Dear junior brothers, the sect is now in a storm, everyone should work together to tide over the difficulties, and never lose their hearts!"

Aoba completely showed the responsibility of a senior brother, but looking at the expressions of the junior brothers and sisters around him, I'm afraid that few of them really listened to it, the sect is in danger, as long as it's not stupid, who can't feel it?

Hopeless persistence is not something that everyone can do, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, and a good bird chooses a tree to perch on is the choice of most people, after all, a monk cultivates immortality, not heroism!

Fanghu Island is not big, and they didn't dare to go too far in the sea area where they picked Lingbei, so soon, the mountain gate of the Evil Sword Sect was already visible, and the once brilliant and vibrant mountain gate looked a little lonely in the afterglow of the sunset, and I don't know if it was born from the heart, or an omen of luck?

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