Meng Xuan didn't run away because he knew he couldn't escape.

After sealing the plague demon, his body had become extremely weak, like a seriously ill person. Or rather, it is indeed a seriously ill person. The immortal recipe of the great illness is introduced into the body first, and then slowly refined, and the sword of rebellion is one with him, although the plague demon is sealed into the sword of rebellion, but this plague demon is also equal to him, endless demonic energy, breeding and raging in his body, destroying the vitality of miè.

It is precisely because of this that his true qi is suppressing the plague qi, and only less than one percent can be used.

Meng Xuan knew very well that if he fled, with his current state, he would not be able to escape far at all.

Once too much true qi is consumed and he can't suppress the plague, he will be devoured to death by the plague.

And if he let the treasure pot escape on his back, it would need to walk after all, and even if it was fast, I am afraid it would not be as fast as the disciples of the Giant Spirit Sect pursued by the sky, so if he chose to escape, his vitality was too low.

In that case, it's better to give it a go.

Although his body is weak and he cannot use his true qi to fight, he still has one thing to rely on, and that is the power of faith in the sword of rebellion.

If he can kill Hua Shantong with one sword, then he still has a chance to live......

The power of three hundred years of faith is already the strongest force used by Meng Xuan.

A sword roared, and countless wolf shadows loomed around, standing in the void, leading the neck to roar.

The huge coercion overflowed in all directions, cold and bone-eroding, bloody and cruel, and even Meng Xuan himself almost couldn't bear it.

Hua Shantong suddenly changed color, he saw the strength of this sword, but the key point is that he can't dodge at all, this sword is too powerful, directly enveloping his four or so, unless he can instantly move to thirty zhang away, otherwise this sword can always cut him, there is no other way, but hard connection, resist this sword, or be killed by this sword.

Meng Xuan's eyes also narrowed, this sword used the extreme power he could control, and even himself, in his heyday, was not sure that he could catch it.

"Whoa......

Hua Shantong's eyes suddenly widened, waved his hand, pinched the seal, and a series of defensive magic weapons were thrown out, laying layers of prohibitions.

At the same time, his natal talisman had risen at the top door, turning into a large knife that was more than a foot long, and fell into his hand, the knife was wrapped with the golden light that flowed through the road, the handle of the knife was made of gold as thick as a pebble, but the blade was made of black spirit iron, and the swallowing place was a murderous tiger statue, lifelike, as if about to pounce out.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The defensive magic weapons thrown out by Hua Shantong could not be resisted at all under the power of the three hundred years of faith of the Rebel Sword, and they were generally crushed, and the power of the huge wave rushed directly towards Hua Shantong.

"...... Chop"

Hua Shantong shouted, waved the golden knife, and slashed forward.

On the golden knife, the golden light is magnificent, like a small sun, piercing people's eyes.

"Boom ......"

The power of faith of the sword of rebellion collided with Hua Shantong's golden knife, and the huge force instantly destroyed the entire city head of Fulong City, directly collapsing half of it, and in the screams of the guards standing on the head of the city, the flesh and blood that were blown up flew sideways, some were directly blown apart by this power, and some flew far away dozens of zhang, and when they landed, they could be bursting open all the blood vessels in their bodies.

"Roaring ......"

Hua Shantong was directly hit by this power and flew backwards, watching the light on his golden knife gradually swallowed up by the power of faith, he couldn't help but be shocked, he had already appeared, this power was too strong, and he couldn't support it with the power of his golden knife.

"Killed?"

Bao Penn shouted nervously, and he was also excited when he watched the power of the Rebel Sword drown Hua Shantong.

But Meng Xuan tightened his face and didn't answer, faintly feeling that things were not so simple.

Sure enough, just when the power of faith was about to submerge Hua Shantong, suddenly Hua Shantong roared with a tiger, and above his hands, a green qi was condensed, and with the appearance of this green qi, there was suddenly a battlefield phantom in the sky around, and endless warriors were wielding weapons, fighting with the enemy, Jin Ge Iron Horse, murderous and monstrous, gathered into an indescribable force, and crashed into the power of faith.

"Boom ......"

The sword qi in the sky disappeared into invisibility, the golden robe on Hua Shantong's chest was broken, his head was messy, and Sen Ran raised his head.

A green aura swirled around his arms, bringing with it a faint sound of killing.

"Before I joined Xianmen, I was a general of Chu State, born on the battlefield, grew up on the battlefield, fought with the enemy army for more than ten years, drank blood and cannibalized people, although I don't know how many times I died in my life, but I also took this opportunity to comprehend the killing qi of the battlefield after practicing in Xianmen for 17 years, you can break a qiē method, you rely on this strange power, you want to kill me, and you can't help but look down on me Huashan Tong......"

Huashan Tong Sen's cold and angry voice rang out.

Obviously, even if he blocked the sword, he was not comfortable.

Meng Xuan's pupils also constricted.

He didn't expect that Hua Shantong would really take this sword.

Three hundred years of faith is the power of the sword of rebellion.

That killing aura, he could feel a strong threat from such a distance, it was indeed extremely terrifying.

"True disciple, it's really extraordinary......"

Meng Xuan's face gradually changed, and each of the true disciples claimed to be the darlings of the Immortal Sect, and they all had their own uniqueness.

"Abetia, you run away......"

Meng Xuan lifted the thirty-three swords and began to lift all the power in his body.

Since the sword failed, Meng Xuan's hope of escape was also shattered, and he decided to fight desperately to help the treasure pot escape.

Since you want to die, it is better to die one than to die two.

"Don't ......"

Suddenly, the treasure pot screamed, and forcibly carried Meng Xuan and fled.

As he ran, he shouted, "Without you, Xiaosheng will turn into a corpse demon...... So you can't die......"

Hua Shantong's threat also stimulated his potential, and he escaped nearly a hundred zhang in an instant.

"Hmph, you still want to escape?"

Hua Shantong sneered, raised the golden knife in his hand, and slashed at Meng Xuan from a distance of 100 zhang.

A golden light instantly broke through the distance of a hundred zhang, and with an unwavering momentum, it slashed Meng Xuan.

"Silly treasure pot, it ruined the demeanor of my dignified battle before I died......"

Meng Xuan smiled bitterly and looked at Hua Shantong, who was approaching quickly: "Even if we escape, we can't escape......"

"Whoosh......"

A golden light cut out by Hua Shantong instantly came to Meng Xuan's back, Meng Xuan was helpless, forced his true qi, and returned to the sword with a sword.

"Bang"

Meng Xuan and the treasure pot were impacted by this huge force and flew out directly.

Meng Xuan's sword was broken, dripping with blood, and at the same time, he was shocked by this huge force, his body, which had already become weak, was shocked violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and more importantly, because he strengthened his true qi, the plague qi suppressed by him immediately hit his lungs, infecting his body, and a trace of black qi appeared on his already pale face.

This is no longer a sign of physical weakness, but of a disease.

"Childe ......"

The treasure pot was also shaken away, but he was not injured, his bones rolled up, and he ran again with Meng Xuan in his arms.

"Heh, with this little ability, I also want to compete with our Giant Spirit Gate...... It's ridiculous!"

Huashan Tong raised the spirit talisman and slowly flew into the air, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

"Now you really don't deserve my help, but the lion fights the rabbit and does his best, so ...... Let me send you on your way!"

Hua Shantong said, and suddenly flew forward, and the golden light in his palm converged, and he was about to strike the final blow to the sleazed Meng Xuan.

However, at this moment, in Fulong City, a clear whistle suddenly sounded.

With the clear roar, a true qi rose to the sky, turned into an old Confucian phantom in the air, he was dressed in a green shirt, long beard fluttering, with a Confucian scarf on his head, holding a pen in his hand, between the steep, a stroke pointed, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote two golden characters in the air, one is "prisoner", the other is "wind", all of which shine with dazzling golden light, hanging under the pen.

"Go to ......"

The old Confucian wrote down two big characters, and with a flick of the sleeves of his plain robe, the two big characters immediately flew out of the city.

"Whoa......

The prisoner suddenly came to the top of Huashan Tong's head, and immediately shot down the golden light, turning into a cage and trapping him.

And the wind word led to a violent wind in an instant, flew directly to the treasure pot and Meng Xuan, rolled them up, and threw them into the distance like electricity, almost in the blink of an eye, and disappeared.

"Confucian secret arts, the son said the mantra ......"

Hua Shantong was trapped, immediately crazy, gritting his teeth and drinking coldly.

"Multiply Items to ......"

Meng Xuan turned his head in the wind, looking at the phantom figure on Fulong City, a little stunned.

That phantom is exactly what Xiang Chenggui looks like, he performed Confucian secret techniques, imprisoned Hua Shantong, and sent himself to escape.

It's just that he himself is in crisis.

With his cultivation, he can only imprison Hua Shantong for a while, and when Hua Shantong goes to him for revenge, he is afraid that the old Confucian is not his opponent, after all, Meng Xuan is also very clear about the cultivation of the old Confucian Sheng, only the true qi is ninefold.

He was able to imprison Huashantong, but he took advantage of it by surprise, and Confucianism was often not good at fighting and killing.

"Who attacked me and let go of the thief Meng Xuan? I'm going to kill you!"

Hua Shantong watched Meng Xuan being blown away by the wind, shouted angrily, waved the golden knife, and slashed the secret technique of the prison with a "bang".

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