Qingyang Daoist, originally a casual cultivator, studied the formation theory, and was later recruited by the Chu Wangting and became a royal formation master.

Among the people in the rivers and lakes present, in terms of cultivation, none of them can compare to him, and in terms of identity, as the master of the Chu Wangting Formation, he is much stronger than these people in the rivers and lakes who are rolling in the red dust. Therefore, as soon as he appeared, all the people in the rivers and lakes couldn't help but be a little worried, the big thief Meng Xuan's body, what could be clearly seen, was only a strange sword, which was robbed by him, what should we take?

However, everyone didn't dare to say anything, for fear of offending the Qingyang Dao people, so they could only expect more good things on Meng Xuan.

"Kill...... Robbed this guy's head, and went to Hua Xianchang to exchange for a reward......"

I don't know who shouted, and took the lead in rushing towards Meng Xuan.

"Except for the sword that Qingyang Dao people fancied, whoever grabs the other things is whoever's, everyone has to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes......"

Someone shouted again, setting the rules in advance.

When the people in the rivers and lakes heard this, they became even more crazy, but they were afraid that they would not be able to grab things, so they rushed forward desperately.

In normal times, the disciples of the Immortal Sect have strength, magic weapons, and backers, and these people in the rivers and lakes will never dare to provoke them.

But now, Meng Xuan is seriously injured, and Tianchi has declined, which is a good fat sheep in their eyes, a godsend.

Of course, it could also be a godsend.

Seeing everyone's greedy and excited faces, Meng Xuan's anger burned.

"That's it, even if you are sick and angry, and kill yourself on the spot, it's better than being laughed at by ants and other ants......"

Meng Xuan suddenly shouted, stood up, and was full of true qi, no longer suppressing the distemper in his body, and ascending wildly.

Suddenly, the spirit above his head was soaring, and the wind around him was roaring and raging, blowing the people in the rivers and lakes to retreat in fear.

"Ask the heavens and the earth to ask all beings, and if you don't kill demons and evil spirits, you won't return to ......"

Meng Xuan directly cast a questioning sword.

When asked about swordsmanship, each sword is struck with all its might, leaving no room for error.

It also means that he has completely given up the suppression of the plague, and only wants to kill himself before the illness consumes his vitality.

"Whoa......

A sword light poured out, and half of the people in the rivers and lakes flew directly, spraying blood rain all over the sky.

"The little mongrel is desperate, everyone retreats ......"

The martial arts people panicked, shouted, huddled together, and retreated wildly.

The Qingyang Daoist had already flown in front of Meng Xuan, and was about to slash out with a sword, but suddenly saw Meng Xuan's courage, and immediately jumped out of the battle circle and retreated into the distance, but Meng Xuan had already seen him, how could he let him escape? With a loud shout, among the thirty-three swords, a sword light fled out in a hurry, and stabbed at the Qingyang Daoist with a "swish".

"Bad ......"

Qingyang Dao shouted and desperately dodged to the side, but the flying sword came too fast and still pierced his shoulder.

"Whew......"

Under the traction of Meng Xuan's true qi, the flying sword spun in a circle in the air and stabbed at the head of the Qingyang Daoist again.

"Little mongrel...... My life is resting......"

The Qingyang Daoist shouted, unable to dodge, and forgot to dodge in fright.

"Hmph, when death is on the verge of death, do you dare to be arrogant?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded coldly, and a big hand suddenly reached out from the side of the Qingyang Daoist, and the green qi lingered, and directly held the flying sword, and saved the life of the Qingyang Daoist in the lightning and stone fire, it was Huashan Tong.

"Is this the famous Sword Lake Flying Sword in the Holy Land? The quality is really extraordinary......

Hua Shantong glanced at the flying sword that was constantly struggling in his palm, and praised it softly.

"Come back ......"

Meng Xuan shouted loudly and waved thirty-three swords, and his true qi was pulled.

"Buzz ......"

The flying sword in Hua Shantong's hand suddenly trembled and roared, turned into a clear light, and flew back to the sword of rebellion.

"Huh?"

Hua Shantong was taken aback, and looked down at his palm, but he had already been cut a bloody cut by the flying sword.

Then he looked up at Meng Xuan, his eyes were full of fanaticism: "Being able to cut my palm full of killing energy, this sword is really of extraordinary quality, if I guessed correctly, this should be one of the famous hundred fierce swords in the Sword Lake...... Haha, I didn't expect that there was a handle in your hand, so just leave it for me, and I will take good care of it for you......"

Hua Shantong was surprised and delighted, he had heard of Tianchi's "Hundred Fierce Sword", but he didn't expect that Meng Xuan had one in his hand.

It's just that if he knew that Meng Xuan didn't have a hundred fierce swords, but thirty-two, he didn't know what to say.

As he spoke, Hua Shantong stepped on it, turned into a spirit rune knife on his head, and slashed at Meng Xuan with a "boom".

"If you want my sword, I want your life......"

Meng Xuan shouted, brandished thirty-three swords, and the sword light turned into a rainbow, colliding with the golden sword.

The golden sword light collided with the silver sword light, and the endless sword shadow sword sword appeared in an instant, flying sand and stones, raging in all directions.

"Wow......"

Hua Shantong was shocked and took two steps back, the golden knife light dimmed, his face was strange, and he was a little shocked.

But Meng Xuan didn't move a single step, but in an instant, the black qi on his face became thicker, and with a "poof", he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

was shocked by Huashan Tong's huge force, and the plague in his body invaded his organs, and his body was even worse.

"Hmmm......"

Hua Shantong stared at Meng Xuan's face and showed a hint of a smile: "I have to say, your strength is somewhat beyond my imagination, but if you are seriously ill, you still have to strengthen your true qi to fight with me, ...... today You're dead......"

As he spoke, he stepped on it again, "boom", "boom", "boom", and slashed three times in a row.

Meng Xuan didn't have time to wipe the black blood from the corner of his mouth, so he raised his sword and blocked Huashan Tong's three swords.

At the first knife, Hua Shantong took a step back again, and Meng Xuan's illness deepened.

The second knife, Hua Shantong did not retreat, but Meng Xuan spit out a mouthful of black blood again.

In the third knife, Hua Shantong had already carried his cyan killing qi, and with one slash, Meng Xuan couldn't resist it even if he mentioned his true qi again, and flew out in an instant, his back hit a row of ancient pines, and the bones in his body didn't know how many were broken, the black qi lingered on his face, and his vitality was already extremely weak, and his pupils began to dilute, and even his true qi seemed to have signs of dissipation.

"Okay, Hua Xian Chang is really extraordinary, and he defeated this fierce boy with a few random swords......"

"Shhh, the person was taken by Hua Xianchang, won't we be able to take the generous gift?"

"Anyway, let's help too, Hua Xian Chang won't care about this......"

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Hua Shantong slowly came to Meng Xuan and said lightly: "Get on the road, I'll give you a ride!"

Meng Xuan raised his eyes, looked at him coldly, forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood, and asked in a cold voice, "Why?"

Hua Shantong's palm had already been raised, but it did not fall, as if he was considering whether to let Meng Xuan die.

"No matter what, you can't defend yourself. Originally, someone instigated me, saying that your appearance might disrupt the plan of our Giant Spirit Immortal Gate and make me punish you, but I don't agree with this point, and I don't think you have the ability to sabotage our plan of the Giant Spirit Immortal Gate...... Taking a step back, even if you have this strength, the person who should worry about this matter is the head of the sect and the elders, not me...... The reason why I killed you is only because, I can see, the person who really wants you to die is the one who instigated me, he wants to use my hand to kill you, and I happen to ask him, so I follow his will, first let you break your name, and then let you die!"

"The man...... Who is it?"

Meng Xuan struggled his strength and asked again.

Hua Shantong lowered his head and sighed, and said, "Dying person, why do you bother to ask this again? You just need to know that that person can help me enter the poetry society, so I have to do things for him and make him happy! To put it bluntly, your head is a thank you gift from me to him...... If you want to blame, blame that person, he wants you to die, even if I don't do it for him, there will be someone else's ......"

"I don't know how you offended him, but he is now a member of the Poetry Society, and if you offend him, you are already doomed to your demise......"

"Poetry ......"

Meng Xuan wanted to ask again, but he was already speechless, the plague was about to completely devour him, and the strength of his body had begun to dissipate.

Hua Shantong sighed, and was about to slap it down.

"Whew......"

At this moment, a roar full of demonic intent suddenly sounded.

The treasure pot not far away has been taken down by the people of the rivers and lakes, firmly tied up with a rope with iron wire, thrown on the edge of the valley, and sent a special person to guard it, only because Hua Shantong said that he wanted his iron armor, so he was not thrown directly into the valley of the burial corpse. When Meng Xuan fought with others, he struggled desperately and wanted to help, but he only got a punch and kick.

But at this moment, seeing that Meng Xuan was about to be killed with a palm, the treasure pot was grief-stricken, and suddenly looked up to the sky and roared.

In an instant, the demonic qi was monstrous, almost visible to the naked eye, and the Dao Dao Yin Qi in the Burial Corpse Valley was all attracted by him.

"Bang Bang ......"

The demonic qi dispersed, instantly dispersing the martial arts people who suppressed him, and the rope mixed with iron wire on his body was also broken inch by inch. Hua Shantong, who was about to kill Meng Xuan with one palm, suddenly felt a kind of cold killing intention, and he didn't care about Meng Xuan, so he stepped back in an instant, and swept away. At this moment, the treasure pot suddenly appeared where he was standing, and his left paw poked out and plunged into a pine tree, like a rotten wood.

"Very strong ......"

Hua Shan Hitomi narrowed his eyes and stared at the body of the treasure pot.

He hadn't paid attention to this little entourage before, but at this time, the shocking monstrous demonic aura shocked him a little.

"Why? Why did you kill Childe? He's a good man......

Bao Pen was frightened and angry, and with a crying voice, he shouted angrily to everyone: "Why can't good people live?"

While crying, the treasure pot tore off the iron armor on his body, wrapped Meng Xuan, looked at Meng Xuan's almost dilated pupils and gray face, and wanted to cry, and said in a low voice: "Childe, you can't die, if you die, my righteous path will also die, today I will definitely save you, you must survive, I am still waiting, the day when you turn me into a human again......"

As he spoke, he picked up Meng Xuan, slowly moved towards the Valley of the Burial Corpses, and lowered his voice: "Actually, when I was in Qingquan Village, I already knew that two hundred years have passed, and I have no relatives in this world, you are the only one, and you are a good person, although you often kill people and often scold me, but you are a good person......

As the treasure pot spoke, the demonic energy on his body became heavier and heavier, almost like a yin wind, and Zhou Tian was crying.

"Childe, I really don't want to be that kind of monster...... But if only demons can save you...... Then I'm ......"

As the monstrous yin qi was incorporated into the body of the treasure pot, the blood-red eyes of the treasure pot became more and more red, full of bloody and hideous meaning.

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