"Agarwood, do you really want to kill him?" Wei Chong stared at the sword in Qin Agarwood's hand, the sword made him cold, it was obvious that it was a very murderous sword, when Qin Agarwood took out the sword, she was shrouded in murderous aura, that was not Qin Agarwood that Wei Chong wanted to see, so he asked out loud.

In the Seven Emperors Holy Courtyard, when Wei Chong was punished by Zhuang Thirteen to clean the martial arts field, he met and met Qin Agarwood for the first time, and Qin Agarwood at that time was dressed in white and had a pure smile, like a fairy who came out of the Toad Palace, spotless, beautiful as a snow lotus.

That is the real Qin Agarwood, Qin Agarwood at this moment is completely engulfed by murderous aura, and there is no trace of fairy qi in the whole body.

Qin Agarwood clenched her teeth, and the mana of her whole body was condensed on the sword in her hand, which made the sword more demonic, only to hear her say coldly: "Brother Chong, don't stop me, don't kill him, I will have nightmares." ”

"Agarwood, I'm not trying to stop you, it's just a beast like Wang Fatpang, if you kill it, it will only dirty your hands, I'm just a dung digger, I'm not afraid of dirty, let me come!" Wei Chong smiled slightly, his body flashed, and he came to Wang Fatpang, and grabbed it with his hand, which seemed to be an ordinary grab, but in Wang Fatpang's eyes, it was like an eagle pounceing on a chicken, and the ferociousness made him have nowhere to dodge.

"Open!"

But it was Wang Dong who roared, his hands slapped his chest, and there was a buzz from Xianding, but when he saw dozens of flying swords, flying out of his chest, arranged in a circle, his hands waved, and dozens of flying swords shot towards Wei Chong in unison.

Those flying swords seem to have dozens, infinitely powerful, but in fact they are all illusory, there is only one real flying sword, and it looks the most ordinary, the most lethal, but in the phantom, the unrecognizable flying sword real body is the most tricky, so when he made a move, Wang Dong had a smile on the corner of his mouth, in his opinion, Wei Chong couldn't avoid this move anyway.

Without the ghost eye, Wei Chong might have been injured by this sword. But as far as the ghost can see, all phantoms will dissipate, so those dozens of flying swords. Wei Chong only saw one handful.

It was a short wooden sword, less than a foot long, gray and dull, with many cracks in it. It looks like a broken sword, as if it will shatter if it is struck slightly.

The wooden sword was very ordinary, and he couldn't see any edge, but seeing Wang Dong's confident appearance, Wei Chong didn't dare to be careless, and with a vigorous wave of the nether broom, he swept out the black mang, colliding with the wooden sword, but he heard a series of clicking sounds. But it was not the wooden sword that shattered, but the wooden sword penetrated Wumang and went straight to Wei Chong.

"The name of this sword is an immortal, and it can be punished by half an immortal. Wang Dong muttered to himself, the immortal was obtained by him in a great creation, and at that time he killed a monk with a half-immortal cultivation, looking at Wei Chong's cultivation, it is obviously not as good as a half-immortal, as soon as the immortal comes out, Wei Chong will die.

Wei Chong quickly retreated. A sense of crisis struck, making him dare not touch the immortal, but the immortal sword chased after him, and in a hurry, he kept waving the nether broom. Even if the black mang condenses into a wall, when it touches the Qi Immortal, it will also burst open, and it is as fragile as tofu.

"Hurry back!" Seeing that Qin Agarwood and the others were coming to help, Wei Chong hurriedly stopped, and everyone had to retreat. Those blood-clothed people, when they saw the Immortal Sword, retreated early.

Wang Fatpang waved his hand to drive away the shadow of death, and urged: "Kill Wei Chong quickly!"

Wang Dong nodded, waved his hands again and again, poured out all his mana, and injected the wooden sword, the wooden sword roared, lightning flashed, the gray sword body suddenly became blood red, and its sword handle swung and roared even louder, as if he wanted to give Wei Chong the strongest blow.

"What kind of fairy sword, it's clearly the old man's killing sword, no, this is not the old man's killing sword, although it is very similar, but it is just the appearance, and the murderous aura is far from it. The immortal killer in the nether bag suddenly spoke, but he focused on the sword of the immortal, which was a little like a sword of killing, but it only had the general outline of killing immortals, not the shape of a sword, let alone the meaning of a sword.

"Without further ado, I took out five skull mushrooms and killed this sword. "Although Wei Chong's cultivation is good now, but in the face of that immortal sword, he only feels fear in his heart, and has no chance of winning, since there is an immortal killing in the nether bag, if he doesn't use it too much, he will become a stupid person.

Killing Immortals sneered, and when he agreed in a low voice, a bloody light shot out of the Netherworld Bag, passed through the black mangs of the Netherworld Broom, and directly wrapped the Immortal Sword, and the blood light flashed again, and it was already back in the Netherworld Bag.

"Fake! The old man knew that it was a fake, what kind of bullshit fairy sword, but it was an imitation of the old man's sword killing, a shameless turtle bastard, if the old man had a killing sword in his hand, how could he end up like this?"

At this moment, Wang Dong's face was full of fear, and he groaned: "This ...... No way!"

"Get out of here!" Wei Chong waved his broom and knocked Wang Dong away, his target was only Wang Fatpang, and the Netherworld Broom suddenly turned into a long sword, a sword like electricity, stabbing Wang Fatpang's throat.

Bang!

The night sky suddenly heard a thunderclap, but in the darkness, a big face appeared, the shadow of the face was blurred, huge as a cloud, enveloping half of the sky, Wei Chong and the others had never seen such a strange and terrifying picture, they were all stunned.

"Those who dare to move the fat and fat, die!" The figure suddenly spoke, and the sound exploded in everyone's ears, causing the wild girl and Jin Lian to cover their ears and scream, and make Qin Agarwood's head buzz, but Wei Chong didn't feel anything.

The words of the face shadow were obviously said to Wei Chong, so to others, the sound was like thunder in the ears, deafening, but to Wei Chong, it was as ordinary as Wang Fatpang spoke, but the shock brought to him by that face was indescribable.

When the sound dissipated, the shadow of the face disappeared, and only the lightning flickered in the air, which did not disperse for a long time.

Killing Immortal teased: "Wei Chong, this is called deterrence, because it is too far away, you can't rush to rescue the fat man immediately, if you want to kill, kill immediately, wait a while, you won't have time to escape." ”

Wang Dong, who was swept away by Wei Chong, rushed to come at this time, and he brought countless blood-clothed people to protect Wang Fat and Fat in the middle.

"Array!" Wang Dong gave an order, and the blood-clothed people were in groups of three, messily surrounding Wang Fatpang, the formation was quite weird, not in accordance with the rules, but it gave people a sense of heaviness, like an iron wall, unbreakable.

To kill, or not to kill, Wei Chong also hesitated in his heart, he glanced back at Qin Agarwood, Qin Agarwood powder cream, his eyes were still full of murderous intent, he couldn't help but sigh, and threw out the Netherworld Dustpan, the dustpan turned into a spinning top, and rotated forward, the formation composed of those blood-clothed people was extremely fragile, and the gyroscope was completely crushed.

At this moment, Qin Agarwood's posture was completely put on display, it was rare to have such an opportunity, she wanted to know what kind of position she occupied in Wei Chong's heart, and she could see too much from whether Wei Chong was willing to kill for her.

Wei Chong didn't know too many spells, but dealing with Wang Fatpang was like grinding rice with a stone, running the inner pill, and the mana was condensed in the palm of his hand, and he pushed it out with one palm, but when he saw a huge golden palm print, he quickly crashed towards Wang Fatpang. (To be continued.) )