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Yang Xianfeng's face was constantly changing, a little ugly, he originally thought that dealing with a only remaining monk in the late stage of the God Transformation Realm was just a matter of being caught, who knew that the blue-robed silver-haired old man did not play cards according to the normal routine at all, and when he came up, he chose to expose himself, and he didn't want to live at all.

In normal times, in normal competitions, no matter how amazing the Avatar Realm monk is, Yang Xianfeng will not look too much at it, but in the face of the blue-robed silver-haired old man who wants to expose himself to the Yuan Shen, he feels that it is a little tricky, even if he uses his means in a short time, he will not be able to kill the blue-robed silver-haired old man, so that he can give him the opportunity to expose himself to the Yuan Shen.

He is the same as the woman in the white dress, Su Xianfeng, everything is given by the Qin family on weekdays, and now that he finally comes out to do things, he naturally wants to show his strength in front of Qin Qing again, only the stronger his strength, the more the Qin family will value them, and then they will obtain more and more cultivation resources.

"Whoosh..."

Just when Yang Xianfeng was still secretly anxious in his heart, a slight sound of breaking wind sounded, and a small gray light with a dim halo flew directly towards the blue-robed silver-haired old man.

If you look closely, you will find that the tiny gray light is actually from a long gray needle as long as a thumb, and this gray needle is thrown out of the hand of Su Feng, a woman in a white dress.

The gray flying needle stabbed at the blue-robed silver-haired old man, and the first to bear the brunt was naturally his ethereal black primordial spirit, and a small muffled sound came from the blue-robed silver-haired old man's primordial spirit.

Then I saw the blue-robed silver-haired old man's face stiffened, and then his whole body trembled, with a painful look in his eyes, the primordial spirit that was still majestic just now quickly became dim, as if he had been hit hard, and as time went by, the primordial spirit aura of the blue-robed silver-haired old man was still declining.

"Ahhh What the hell is this? ”

Receiving this sudden pain, the silver-haired old man in the blue robe seemed to feel that his soul was about to be torn apart, you must know that the Yin Spirit Sect exercises he cultivated had reached the point of being supernatural, and his own soul was no weaker than those ordinary monks who had just broken through the realm of the Spirit Sea.

The voice of the silver-haired old man in the blue robe was a little out of tune because of the pain from the bottom of his heart, and his throat was a little hoarse, he knew that he couldn't live, so he chose to expose himself in despair, but how did he know that not only could he not expose himself to the original god, but now he had to bear such pain.

"This is the Soul Breaker. ”

I don't know if it's because the silver-haired old man in the blue robe is about to die, or if there is another reason, Su Xianfeng, a woman in a white dress who doesn't like to talk nonsense much on weekdays, heard the hysterical inquiry of the silver-haired old man in the blue robe, and answered patiently.

This Soul Breaking Needle is not a magic weapon, it can only be regarded as a treasure, but unlike other treasures, this Soul Breaking Needle is not a one-time consumable item and can be used for a long time, while most of the other treasures are one-time consumables.

This soul-breaking needle is made of a relatively cold and poisonous material, and is refined with some poisons, which does not contribute much to the physical body, but it is specially designed to hurt the souls of others, the more powerful the soul, the greater the damage it brings, and this soul-breaking needle has also been tempered by the fire of the white-dressed woman Su to worship Ziyuan, although it is not as good as several important magic weapons of its own, the refining time is longer, and after it has been tempered, the power is not bad.

Maybe the silver-haired old man in the blue robe couldn't bear the pain, so he subconsciously took his Yuan Shen back, but even so, his Yuan Shen was a lot weaker and was hurt a lot.

As a monk, especially a monk in the Transformation Realm, the pain he can bear must be greater than that of most people, and the fact that the silver-haired old man in the blue robe is so out of shape shows how great the pain he has endured.

As the blue-robed silver-haired old man's Yuan Shen took it back, the fierce and rich yin and cold power also began to dissipate, Yang Xianfeng saw this situation, his heart moved, and the flying sword in his hand bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and the sword qi in the sky directly emerged.

"Boom. ”

The silver-haired old man in the blue robe was suddenly killed by this sword qi in the sky, and the silver-haired old man in the blue robe, who was already sluggish, still had the slightest ability to resist, and his body was directly exposed to this sword qi.

The wounds all over his body were dripping with blood, even so, the body of the silver-haired old man in the blue robe was not chopped to pieces, it can be seen that his strength is much stronger than that of several other elders, but even so, it can't avoid the result of his fall, the bloody body fell directly to the ground, from head to toe, where is there still a little vitality at all, even the hard-hit Yuan Shen was killed under the fierce sword qi of this Yang worship.

Yang Fengfeng is different from other monks, practicing many exercises and methods, he went all the way to the Linghai realm, only has a unique love for the way of the sword, and puts all his thoughts on the sword duel, and one mind is to study the sword duel, so his sword qi is more powerful than ordinary people.

Seeing the death of the last elder of the Yin Spirit Sect, everyone was a little silent, and no one took the lead in breaking the peace, I am afraid that they fell into a short calm, and the forest next to the village resumed the noise of insects and birds, if it weren't for the corpses and flesh foam left by a few people, maybe everything was like nothing happened.

Under the fight of the two worshippers of the Qin family, the three monks of the Transformation God Realm were wiped out in less than half a pillar of incense, and as for Elder Wu, he died purely at the hands of Yuan Jing.

After the woman in the white dress Su Xianfeng silently withdrew her soul-breaking needle, she and Yang Xianfeng returned to Qin Qing's side, as if other things had nothing to do with them anymore.

"These scum of the Yin Spirit Sect, whoever kills the spoils of war will belong to whom, Elder Wu's share is yours, right?"

Qin Qing put away the magic weapons and storage rings scattered on the ground by the blue-robed silver-haired old man, the burly and ugly man, and the bewitching woman, and then turned back to Yuan Jing and asked softly, Although the Qin family is wealthy, the net worth of the three gods realm should not be underestimated, so it was naturally put away.

Yuan Jing nodded, didn't say anything, not to mention Elder Wu's share for him, even if it was all taken by Qin Qing, he didn't have any opinion, if it wasn't for Qin Qing's arrival today, what would the final result of the matter become, even if she didn't die, she would probably have to take off a layer of skin, and the most important thing was that she wasn't very interested in a magic weapon at all, to the point where she was just blindly eager to pursue strength, as a personal disciple of Dongyue Jianchi, she had a lot more resources than ordinary people.

When Zhao Jiuge heard Qin Qing's words, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart, they had already finished dividing the spoils, so whether he killed Liu Jing'an and obtained the Cold Flame Flower and some other items belonged to him or to Qin Qing, although Qin Qing had said before that whoever killed it, the things would belong to him, but the Cold Flame Flower was too important to him, and he didn't want to have some mistakes.

As if seeing Zhao Jiuge's expression and guessing Zhao Jiuge's careful thoughts, Qin Qing said angrily and funny, "Liu Jing'an's share is yours, and no one will rob you." ”

At this time, the two Qin family worshippers couldn't help but look at Zhao Jiuge a little differently, you must know that Qin Qing rarely treats people so politely on weekdays, even those monks who have advanced cultivation, at most they are acting on the spot, they are a little puzzled why Qin Qing would treat a small elixir realm monk so specially.

Zhao Jiuge smiled happily, like a child getting his favorite toy.

With the extinction of a few guys from the Yin Spirit Sect, the few people present also became relaxed and relaxed, only Yuan Jing's face was a little heavy.

"Yin Spirit Sect's branch sect in Leizhou, did you send someone to exterminate it, if it weren't for our Dongyue Sword Pond, send someone immediately. ”

Seeing the tragic scene of the corpses in the entire small village, Yuan Jing had an indescribable feeling in her heart, for these evil cultivators who only took care of their own selfish desires, she hated them to death, and she could only kill them all, cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.

Hearing this, Qin Qing's face also became a little ugly, so many innocent people died tragically, although it didn't have much to do with them, but this is Leizhou, it is the territory of these forces, let these evil cultivators do such a thing as slaughtering the village, but they feel deeply remorseful.

"Don't worry, I have already sent two worshippers of the Spirit Sea Realm and a team of the Qin family's law enforcement team to the Yin Spirit Sect, and before tomorrow, I will leave none of the Yin Spirit Sect disciples in the entire Leizhou behind. ”

Qin Qing's coquettish face was cold, for this kind of evil cultivation that everyone hates, she is no exception, as a monk, her strength is already above that of ordinary people, but she relies on her own cultivation to treat human life like a mustard, which is shameful by people in the righteous path.

Just as Qin Qing's words fell, the faces of Yang Xianfeng, who were wearing green shirts, and Su Xianfeng, a woman in white skirts, suddenly changed, because they suddenly felt a strong aura rushing towards here, at first only the two of them felt it, and it didn't take long for even Qin Qing and Yuan Jing to feel it, and the four of them looked at the source of that aura, as for Pei Susu and Zhao Jiuge's cultivation was too weak, they didn't notice anything at all.

It didn't take long for an aura like a rainbow to appear in everyone's eyes, and when they got closer, they realized that it was the light emitted by a flying sword that looked very ordinary, but the speed was extremely fast, and the ripples of the space could be clearly seen on both sides of the flying sword.

The four of them looked solemn, just feeling that momentum from such a distance could make them feel a sense of oppression, as if they were out of breath, and several people secretly guessed in their hearts, could it be that the Yin Spirit Sect still has such a strong person in Leizhou?

The aura like a rainbow kept coming towards them, getting closer and closer, and at this time, Zhao Jiuge and Pei Susu naturally discovered such a big movement, and they could see from afar that there were two figures on the ordinary-looking flying sword.

"Qing girl, you also think that the Yin Spirit Sect is too simple, if I hadn't made a move just now, I'm afraid that not only would those guys from the Yin Spirit Sect escape, but the two worshippers of your Qin family and that team of centaurs would also die there. ”

Before the person arrived, the voice had already come, and when the words fell, the spiritual light had already appeared in front of everyone, and when the two figures were revealed, the spiritual light slowly dissipated.

The two figures, one old and one young, have the same clothes, and even the wine gourd on their waists are exactly the same, but the size is slightly different.

Among them, the middle-aged man had a dusty and elegant breath, his hands were behind his back, with a free and easy color, at this moment, a pair of eyes glanced at Zhao Jiuge with a smile, the child next to him was a little immature, seeing these two people, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but be stunned, this is not Wang Baojun and his precious apprentice.

However, when I saw these two people, the most surprised person was not him, but Yuan Jing, who stepped forward slightly and shouted respectfully.

"Uncle Shi, why are you here. ”

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