Chapter 239: Ling Feifu is here again

The head rolled on the ground, and the gurgling rolled to Liu Zhibin's feet, Liu Zhibin didn't expect such a big change at all, they didn't expect that Li Wenjun might burst out and hurt people, but in their opinion, this possibility is too small.

Li Wenjun is only one person, and their number is not only much more than Li Wenjun, but even their comprehensive strength is far from Li Wenjun, unless Li Wenjun has water in his head, otherwise, he should not or dare not attack them. Moreover, he had just released his goodwill to Li Wenjun, thinking of recruiting Li Wenjun.

Li Wenjun, why did he do it? And as soon as he came up, he cut off the head of the strongest one on their side.

As soon as this question crossed Liu Zhibin's mind, the Cloud Chopping Sword flew towards him.

Not long ago, Li Wenjun had just used the Cloud Cutting Sword once, and his lost divine sense had not yet recovered, and this time using the Cloud Cutting Sword could be said to be his only chance, so he naturally wanted to maximize the effect of the Cloud Cutting Sword.

Liu Zhibin's hairs stood up, he reached into his arms, and just as he was about to do something, the Cloud Cutting Sword fell on his head, his head subconsciously deviated, and the Cloud Cutting Sword slashed off his shoulder, splitting him in half.

Li Wenjun still wanted to continue to control the Cloud Cutting Sword, and when he killed several other people, his head suddenly felt a huge pain, and the connection between him and the Cloud Cutting Sword suddenly became extremely weak, and the Cloud Cutting Sword fell to the ground with a loud bang.

"Li Wenjun is dying, kill him quickly and avenge the son. Liu Zhibin's remaining two subordinates were angry and happy, and pounced on Li Wenjun from left to right.

Li Wenjun had a terrible headache, as if it would explode in the next second, and it was impossible to control the Cloud Slashing Sword at this time. However, he just consumed too much divine sense, but there was still a lot of mana left. He endured the discomfort in his head, and quickly drew his Yum knife like lightning, and slashed at the two people who pounced.

More than a dozen swords flew out, sweeping through thousands of armies, enveloping the two immortal cultivators.

Li Wenjun and the others were still in the passage at this time, and the space for dodging was very limited, and the two immortal cultivators let out a miserable scream almost at the same time, and they fell heavily to the ground, bleeding all over their bodies, and they were out of breath on the spot.

Li Wenjun breathed a long sigh of relief, this time he suddenly attacked Liu Zhibin, not for nothing. The grudge between him and Liu Zhibin has long been doomed, and it is impossible to resolve it, when Liu Zhibin recruited him, he said it nicely, but he couldn't prepare for an opportunity to execute him in the future.

Maybe the method he chose was not above board, but as long as he could survive and destroy the enemy, it was necessary to use a little means. He doesn't have any psychological burden because of this. This is like a goshawk catching a rabbit, only to see a goshawk sneak attack, never see the goshawk will warn the rabbit as the prey in advance.

Li Wenjun's head was torn and painful, and he might faint at any time. At this time, if you faint, it is not a good thing. He hurriedly took out a few sun-dried mint leaves from the storage bag, put them in his mouth, chewed them, and applied them to his temples, the slight coolness produced by the mint leaves made him feel a little more comfortable, and his head didn't seem to hurt so much.

Li Wenjun didn't dare to waste time, he hurriedly used the fastest degree, scooped up two handfuls of blood, smeared it on himself, and then chose a more inward position, then held a medium-grade spar in his hand, lay on the ground, and pretended to be dead. What he needs most at this time is not to be a hero, but to hurry up and replenish the consumption, his divine consciousness and mana need to be restored, especially the loss of divine consciousness, which makes him have a headache and can't do anything.

Almost as soon as he lay on the ground, an irresistible tiredness instantly swept through Li Wenjun's whole body, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Li Wenjun was woken up by the sound of weapons colliding, he didn't open his eyes immediately, but felt it carefully, his head didn't hurt anymore, and his mana was almost replenished. He cautiously opened his eyes, turning his head slowly, and now he was still in the passage, and it was silent, not even a breath.

Li Wenjun got up at this time, he first put away the Cloud Chopping Sword and Baisheng Knife, and then groped around the corpses of Liu Zhibin and others, found a few storage bags, and a few magic weapons, and after putting these things away, he walked towards the entrance of the passage again.

The scuffle in the hall is still going on, but there are not many people still alive at this time, compared to the figure longing not long ago, this place seems to be much more deserted at this time, only less than fifty immortal cultivators are still alive, none of them are intact, all of them are dressed in red and colored, covered in injuries, among them, there are no arms or legs, even if it is good.

However, those who are still alive at this time, each of them has quite good strength, and the worst is also the fifth layer of the Qi training period, and even the seventh layer of the Qi training period has a few of them.

Li Wenjun weighed himself for a moment, and then suppressed his urge to go out and kill these more than fifty immortal cultivators together. These immortal cultivators are still fighting, the casualties will definitely continue, and after they are further attritional, he will be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman if he goes out again, and there is no need for him to go out at this time and fight with them.

Li Wenjun's idea was not wrong, and sure enough, it didn't take long for more than a dozen immortal cultivators to fall in a pool of blood in 66 continuation, and the number of immortal cultivators still alive at this time was less than forty.

Just as Li Wenjun was waiting for more immortal cultivators to fall, a burst of boiling voices suddenly came from a passage diagonally opposite him, and a team of hundreds of immortal cultivators walked out of the passage together.

"Oh, what's going on?" the immortal cultivator who walked in front looked surprised.

When Li Wenjun saw this person, his face changed slightly, this person was none other than the so-called array mage Ling Feifu, but it turned out that after Ling Feifu had collected enough spars in the upper layer of the mausoleum, he couldn't hold it back, and he also ran to this layer through the guò teleportation array, and even for the sake of insurance, Ling Feifu specially organized a team of more than 100 people to escort him.

Among the group of people brought by Ling Feifu, the cultivation realm was not very high, most of them were at the third or fourth level of the Qi cultivation period, if it was not long ago, the strength of these people was almost negligible, but at this time, this was a powerful force that no one could ignore, and even Li Wenjun did not dare to ignore them.

"Fellow Daoists, please stop and listen to me. ”

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