The smoke cleared slightly, Xu Li threw Chen's head towards the camp of the Wushan Sect, at first, the disciples of the Wushan Sect thought it was a secret weapon, and hurriedly dodged one after another, however, when they looked at it, they were suddenly frightened and turned white!

"Senior Brother Chen is dead?!" everyone shouted, unable to believe what was happening in front of them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Those who descend will not be killed!" Xu Li drummed out a spiritual power in his chest, and suddenly let out a loud shout, which spread very widely, and the eardrums of the cultivators were painful.

"Don't believe him, kill these Spring Thunder Valley monks and avenge Senior Brother Chen!" a female disciple bit her lip and stared at Chen's severed head with a sad face.

"Hmph, stubborn!" Xu Li snorted disdainfully, his left palm shook, and there were words in his mouth, and the green ruler turned into a streamer, which suddenly split the female disciple's head and exploded into a ball of flesh.

Repeatedly urging the spirit treasure magic weapon-Qing Ruler, Xu Li was a little overwhelmed, and there was almost no spiritual power left in his body, holding a spiritual stone in one hand to replenish the spiritual power, and slowly retreating towards the formation.

The wind and fire array shrouded a radius of more than forty zhang, and the smoke was like a wolf, rolling in deadly fire poison, poisoning the Wushan Sect cultivators in the array all the time.

Many people were burned all over their lungs by the poison of the fire, and their bodies were beginning to melt, which was almost an intolerable torture, and the infinite pain swept over their will, and they slowly died with pain.

Call!

Three cyan tornadoes blew wolf smoke and slammed towards the Wushan Sect cultivators, they raised their magic weapons and shields, and struggled to the death, but when the six fire dragons pounced in a three-three formation, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and after killing and wounding more than forty monks, the rest of the Wushan Sect cultivators surrendered!

The magic circle was withdrawn, and more than thirty Spring Thunder Valley monks pounced viciously, tying up the remaining twenty or so monks with magic weapons, and taking away their storage bags.

Looking at the Wushan Sect's cultivators' faces as dead ashes, the corners of Xu Li's mouth hooked up a smug smile, suddenly, his expression was cold, his eyes burst out with a piercing chill, and shouted: "Kill!"

When the cultivators of Chunlei Valley heard this, they were all stunned. But Senior Brother Hu did not hesitate, sacrificed a string of beads, pinched the trick with one hand, flicked his fingers, eight sandalwood beads flew out, splitting the forehead bones of eight monks, just a few breaths, there were more than a dozen Wushan Sect monks who were unarmed and surrendered, and died in the hands of Senior Brother Hu.

"Despicable!" someone stood up angrily and shouted angrily. There are also people who humbly kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, begging Xu Li to let him live.

"Senior Brother Ge, this ......" Even some Spring Thunder Valley monks were unbearable, after all, everyone has surrendered, and you are too immoral and credible, right?

"What's the use of keeping them? It's just a drag. Xu Li said coldly.

Flying Eagle looked at Xu Li suspiciously, he took a few steps forward, looked at Xu Li's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? In my impression, Senior Brother Xu Li is not such a violent and murderous person!"

Xu Li ignored and swept the Flying Eagle, and suddenly sacrificed the Lingbao Green Ruler, only to hear the sound of "Hum", and the three-foot green mang attacked and killed the Flying Eagle forehead. Feiying was shocked, but he didn't expect Xu Li to dare to do it on the spot!

"Zh!" the flying eagle shouted, patted the storage bag, and several talismans flew out, turning into shields covering his body, and several talisman treasures also turned into beams of light and slashed towards Xu Li.

Bang! Bang!

The three-foot green mang smashed the five or six rune treasures sacrificed by the flying eagle, and still undiminished its power to split the shield emitted by the rune, piercing directly through the heart of the flying eagle, and a ball of blood suddenly flew out, staining the green grass with blood.

Bang!

Flying Eagle's eyes widened, and his body slowly fell into a pool of blood, his throat blocked by a blood clot, and he made a "uh-uh" sound, as if he wanted to say something.

"Hmph, what kind of intention do you have to question my identity?" Xu Li looked at the dying Flying Eagle, with a sneer of contempt, and said: "Don't think that if you are the person of the Fifth Senior Brother, I will not dare to kill you! This mission is very important, and it is personally instructed by the head of the family, even so, you are still playing careful here, intending to sow discord, and your heart can be punished!"

"Uh......" The eagle's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, but in the end, he didn't spit out a word, and he died of anger.

Everyone was shocked, and under Xu Li's eyes, they lowered their heads one after another.

"I didn't intend to do this, but after all, this mission is about the life and death of my sect, and if something goes wrong, my sect will be unable to stop the monstrous anger of the three sects!" Xu Li sighed earnestly.

Everyone was silent, looking at the corpse of the flying eagle, their expressions revealing a touch of complexity. Although Feiying expressed his doubts about Xu Li's identity, the vast majority of Spring Thunder Valley monks did not have doubts in their hearts. After all, Feiying is only an inner disciple, while Senior Brother Ge is a genuine disciple of the head of the sect, belonging to the absolute high-level of the sect, and can access many core secrets!

Under the call of Senior Brother Hu, the cultivators of Chunlei Valley killed the surrendered monks of the Wushan Sect, and the crying and cursing at the scene were noisy and miserable, and in just one minute, there was a river of blood here, and corpses were everywhere.

Rao is Spring Thunder Valley cultivators, who have been fighting many times, were also frightened by this bloody scene, their faces turned pale, and even some young rookies with little combat experience vomited on the spot.

Xu Li looked at this scene, with only a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, as if a bunch of human lives were in his eyes, no different from ants.

......

......

A day later, Xu Li repeated his old trick and sent Senior Brother Hu to Tongbin to lobby.

Compared with the Chen family, Tong Bin, the third disciple under the seat of Huang, was more cautious, and directly refused Xu Li's invitation. This surprised Xu Li slightly.

However, Xu Li did not pin all his hopes on Senior Brother Hu, after all, he did not have a three-inch tongue that could fool Tong Bin, who had a deep mind.

"It doesn't matter if the surnamed Tong refuses, so I forced him to take the initiative to fall into the trap we set. Xu Li said coldly.

"What is Uncle Hu going to do?" asked Senior Brother Hu.

The corners of Xu Li's mouth hooked up a palpitating smile, which made Senior Brother Hu's scalp numb, and he hurriedly lowered his head, secretly thinking in his heart: This Uncle Xu is also an unscrupulous hero, no wonder he was entrusted with a heavy task by the head, it must have his own merits!

"Before the start of the Songshan Meeting, the leading elders of the four major sects must have placed a small spell of 'breath traction' on each monk, and within a certain range, they could sense the breath of the same sect...... Then catch a few monks from the Sword Sect, throw them into the Centipede Valley, and then release the news, the old man will not believe that Tong Bin will watch his fellow disciples in danger......" Xu Li said eloquently.

"Then Uncle Shi can ambush on the road to Centipede Valley and wipe out the rescue team led by Tong Bin?" Senior Brother Hu's eyes lit up, and then Xu Li's words continued.

"This time, you don't have to catch them all, you just need to hit the Sword Sect hard. Xu Li said.

Senior Brother Hu was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled.

Xu Li sneered and said: "The old man deliberately let Tongbin and them have a way to live, and spread the news that the Spring Thunder Valley attacked and killed the Wushan Sect and the Lijian Sect, and when the time comes, the remaining disciples of the Wushan Sect and the Lijian Sect will be furious and form a joint trend, and the Xuanyue Sect will also join in and jointly encircle and suppress the Spring Thunder Valley......"

Senior Brother Hu praised and said, "When the time comes, the three sects will unite and deal with the Spring Thunder Valley together, and when the two sides fight each other and suffer heavy losses, Uncle Hu can take action and wipe out all the disciples of the four sects and kill them all!"

Xu Li nodded approvingly to Senior Brother Hu, and secretly said that although this son is not very old, his mind is very bright, no wonder he has been lurking in Spring Thunder Valley for more than ten years, and he has become an inner disciple of Spring Thunder Valley, and he has not shown the slightest horsetail. When this son returns to the sect, he will definitely be appreciated and reused by the master, but he should take this opportunity to win him over and let this son be grateful to himself......

"Pass my order, let the nearby disciples of my sect gather, go to the Centipede Valley, and rescue the trapped juniors!" The next day, after Tong Bin learned of this rumor, he decisively issued this order.

Centipede Valley is one of the more dangerous demon beast rampant areas in Songshan, but in Centipede Valley, there are a large number of elixirs, maybe it is those few disciples who want to be rich and dangerous, but they are trapped in Centipede Valley?

But in any case, Tong Bin, as the third disciple under the head of the house, is the senior brother of everyone in the Songshan Small Meeting, and it is impossible to ignore the life and death of the junior disciples.

Tong Bin spent three hours of effort, gathered nineteen disciples, including four core disciples, and hurried towards Centipede Valley.

About three miles from Centipede Valley, in a tree-lined path. Tong Bin, who was walking quickly, suddenly stopped, he saw the danger here, and he was very vigilant to cast a spell, using a paper crane to probe the situation ahead.

Finding that nothing unusual happened to the paper crane, Tongbin was also relieved, however, when he had just taken a few steps forward, suddenly, a wolf smoke rolled in.

Tong Bin's pupils shrank, his heart was filled with anger, and he shouted: "Be careful, there is an ambush!!"

Rumble!

Six fiery dragons with teeth and claws burst out of the dense forest, igniting the emerald green juice, and the land became extremely black as if it had been peared, and the seven or eight inner disciples in the volume, accompanied by a burst of miserable howls, burned to ashes.

"Everyone disperse!" Tong Bin shouted, offering a bead, and the extremely cold aura suddenly permeated, making the ferocity of the six fire dragons slightly weakened.

"Hmph. Xu Li snorted and flew down from the canopy, grabbing Tong Bin's head like an eagle pounced on a rabbit.

Boom!

Tong Bin yelled, raised his arm and slapped at Xu Li, only to hear a sound of Jin Ge colliding, Tong Bin turned his palm into a claw, and actually grabbed Xu Li's power shield and slapped him out.

"Body refining kung fu?" Xu Li, who was flying back, exclaimed, Tong Bin's claw could be described as a steel claw! Even a piece of fine iron would be smashed to pieces by his claw!