At this time, Li Muran had already sacrificed several vajra talismans, and the latter turned into a golden light shield more than ten zhang large, which happened to envelop the white shadow.

The white shadow couldn't break out of this light mask, and Li Muran took the opportunity to sacrifice a few more Sanyan talismans and blasted towards the golden light mask.

"Boom!" There was another loud bang, the golden light shield was completely shattered, and the white shadow in it also let out a piercing scream, and then collapsed into a wisp of green smoke, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Senior Brother Zhao, what are you doing!Why are you killing Senior Sister Fang?!" Qing Yunzi and the others were shocked and asked sharply.

The rest of the Yuan Fu Sect disciples also stepped back one after another, looking at Li Muran very vigilantly.

"That's not Senior Sister Fang, Senior Sister Fang is already dead! She was possessed by a ghost, and that white shadow is a ghost!" Li Muran explained casually, but he didn't have time to elaborate.

It was this moment's delay, the young disciple of Daming Temple who fell to the ground had already stood up again, he glanced at Li Muran, and just as Li Muran also looked at him, he couldn't help but show a trace of fear, and hurriedly turned his gaze to other places.

However, just like that, Li Muran already had suspicions, and he immediately sacrificed the talisman and wanted to do something to that disciple!

"Haha, Zhao Wuming, it's time to settle this account between you and me!" A sneer came into Li Muran's ears, shocking his heart.

"Fang Jianqiu!" Li Muran secretly complained in his heart.

Because of Li Muran's attack, everyone had gradually retreated from their respective defenses, but more than ten Sword Spirit Sect monks led by Fang Jianqiu had already secretly surrounded and blocked Li Muran in front and back.

If Li Muran wanted to attack the disciples of the Daming Temple, he had to bypass Fang Jianqiu first, but Li Muran was not sure about this.

"Fellow Daoists, listen!" Fang Jianqiu suddenly said aloud: "Now this Cangxia Old Dao is dying and will die at any time!

"Tut, the net worth of a fugue stage monk is probably more than ten times that of a Qi Vein stage disciple! And this old man Cangxia has been the head of the Yuan Fu Sect for decades, and the value of the treasures in his storage bag is unimaginable! It is likely that it is more than a hundred times that of us! Such a large amount of treasures, are you not tempted?"

When everyone heard this, everyone's eyes flashed, and some people had already begun to stare at the storage bag on the waist of the Cangxia Daoist lying next to Li Muran with bad intentions.

"Fang Jianqiu, what do you mean by this!" Qing Yunzi and the other Yuan Fu Sect disciples said angrily.

"Fang's meaning is obvious, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose me will die!" Fang Jianqiu snorted coldly, raised his hand with one hand, and suddenly countless fine thunder arcs flashed brightly, and the thunder sword broke out of the air, and was immediately taken into his hand!

Fang Jianqiu pointed forward with the thunder sword in his hand, and the target was Li Muran beside Cangxia Daoren!

Fang Jianqiu shouted to the more than ten Yuan Fu Sect disciples present: "If you don't want to die, just go away and find a place to hide! If you are willing to help me kill Zhao Wuming and Old Man Cangxia of Yuan Fu Sect, Fang Mou is willing to take out all of Old Man Cangxia's net worth and divide it equally! I have already had rules for the four sects of Kuanglu, and one of the four holy valleys must not be held accountable! If you miss this opportunity, you will no longer have to delusionally get the wealth and treasures of the head of a faction!"

As he spoke, Fang Jianqiu shook the thunder sword in his hand, and an arc of lightning rushed up into the sky, crackling and bursting in mid-air, turning into countless arcs and falling in all directions, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, the momentum was extremely amazing!

"If you don't want to get involved in this matter, get out of Death Valley immediately!" Fang Jianqiu snapped, and with the momentum of his previous sword, he immediately suppressed the shape here.

When several disciples of Danxin Sect and Daming Temple heard this, they all retreated back, and after exiting dozens of zhang away, they immediately flew away by crane and left far away from the place of right and wrong!

"Uncle Shi, I'm sorry!" Qing Yuezi snorted, and even retreated in fear, leaving with him, there were several disciples of the Yuan Fu Sect, at this moment of life and death, it was obviously better to save his own life.

"A bunch of ungrateful!" Qing Yuanzi scolded angrily, but there was no way.

Now, only him, Li Muran and five or six other Yuan Fu Sect disciples were guarding the Cangxia Dao people, and there were more than twenty people surrounding them!

Most of these people are disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, and there are also five or six disciples of the Danxin Sect and the Daming Temple, all of whom want to take advantage of this opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

Li Muran noticed that the young disciple of Daming Temple, who had a strange situation just now, had also quietly left, but it was a pity that he was now being targeted by Fang Jianqiu and could not get out for the time being.

However, he has secretly remembered the appearance and identity of the other party, as long as there is a chance, he will kill this son to prevent future troubles!

More than twenty monks surrounded five or six Yuan Fu Sect disciples, and there were powerful figures like Fang Jianqiu on the other side, and the shape was extremely different.

"You all go, don't pay attention to the old man!" Cangxia Daoist had already woken up and muttered.

"Uncle Shi!" Qing Yunzi and the others were anxious: "What's going on? Uncle Shi, how could you be so seriously injured? What about the other senior brothers?"

Cangxia Daoist woke up, making Fang Jianqiu and the others' faces change slightly, but they saw that Cangxia Daoist couldn't speak, and they weren't very worried.

"Let's go, nameless, you go too!" Cangxia Daoist commanded sharply, this sentence was too forceful, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Shi, his main target is me, but he has affected you!" Li Muran smiled bitterly and said softly.

"Senior Brother Qingyun, let's go, I'll protect my uncle!" Li Muran said lightly, he had seen Fang Jianqiu's strength, and knew that it didn't make much sense for Qingyunzi and the others to stay here, and they just gave away their lives in vain.

"No, I'm going to stay too!" Qingyunzi said resolutely.

"Yes, we all have to stay!" said several other Yuan Fu Sect disciples, quite determined to see death as home.

Cangxia Daoist struggled to sit up and said, "How dare you not listen to the old man's orders! The old man ordered you to wait as the former head of the family, and leave quickly!"

"This, Uncle Shi......" Qing Yunzi and the others suddenly hesitated.

Li Muran also said: "Let's go! Senior Brother Qingyun, if my uncle and I can't leave the Four Holy Valleys alive, someone will have to seek justice for this sea of blood!"

"Okay, let's go!" Qing Yunzi held back the tears in his eyes, took the rest of the people, bowed to Cangxia Daoren, and then slowly retreated.

Fang Jianqiu signaled to the other disciples, none of these people went to intercept Qing Yunzi and the others, but made a way for them to retreat dozens of zhang away, and then left by crane.

In the valley of death, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers.

In this pleasant environment, there were more than 20 monks eyeing each other, surrounded Li Muran and the seriously injured Cangxia Daoist beside him with bad intentions, and everyone's faces were full of greed.

The corners of Fang Jianqiu's mouth curled slightly, with a smug sneer, obviously very satisfied with the current situation.

The soul possession on his body had already been stirred once, and there was not much power left. However, there are more than twenty people here, can't they kill this cunning Yuan Fu Sect disciple who took the Drunken God Fruit from under his nose!

Li Muran looked up at the sky, the sun was in the West Mountain, the sky was full of red clouds, and it was about another hour later, and it was night time.

Those enemies around are all about fifty zhang apart, this distance is relatively safe, and the magic power of the Qi Vein Stage disciples has been weakened a lot when they attack here, and the threat is not great. Generally speaking, the range of a disciple's spell attack in the late stage of the Qi Vein is about ten zhang to twenty zhang.

Everyone besieged but did not attack, and Li Muran was not in a hurry, and calmly confronted the strong enemy.

But after a while, Fang Jianqiu was unwilling to wait any longer, he shouted "Kill!" and then took the lead in rushing towards Li Muran.

All the disciples responded one after another, rushed towards Li Muran, and after reaching his side for more than twenty zhang, they shot one after another, and suddenly, all kinds of dense sword light and sword light and fire clouds of golden blades attacked him like a storm, just this one round, it was enough to kill him!

At this moment, Li Muran's chest and back of his neck suddenly shot out eighteen shining spiritual lights, which burst out in an instant, turning into countless light shuttles, densely shooting out like raindrops!

"Flying all over the sky!" Cangxia Daoren, who was almost desperate, was shocked when he saw this scene, "How can the heirloom of Master Yan be in Nameless's hands, could it be that Nameless and his only daughter have already married?!"

These countless light shuttles covered all the dozens of zhang around Li Muran, not only blocking and dissolving all the sword light and golden blades that those disciples struck, but even many light shuttles counterattacking the enemy!

All the disciples were shocked, and hurriedly sacrificed defensive means to resist, however, there were still a few unlucky guys who rushed too fast, and were hit by too many light shuttles, and they couldn't resist it, and they were shattered by the light shuttles together with the defensive magic weapons in their hands!

All the disciples retreated one after another, and they withdrew fifty zhang away!

The joint strike of everyone just now not only did not kill this Yuan Fu Sect disciple, but was counter-killed by him in one move, and there were still seventeen or eighteen people left!

Everyone was suddenly frightened, they had never seen such a powerful means of flying shuttles in the sky before, and the excitement was so sudden, there was no warning at all, and there was no way to deal with it!

"Don't be afraid!" Fang Jianqiu was also shocked, but he quickly calmed down and reassured the disciples: "He can only use this method once, and it won't work next time!"

The disciples were skeptical, but they didn't dare to come forward to attack Li Muran for a while.

"Come on, come and kill me!" Li Muran shouted, the golden talisman in his hand shook, turned into a giant sword, and hung in front of him!

"If you are not afraid of death, come here!" Li Muran said loudly: "As long as you wait for those who are not afraid of death to rush up, you will definitely be able to kill me, but before I die, I will definitely be able to kill several of you with this sword talisman for my life!"

"Whoever is not afraid of death will rush up first!"

Li Muran's voice echoed in the valley for a long time.

Indeed, the situation is very clear, Li Muran will never be the opponent of the remaining seventeen or eighteen disciples, as long as they rush forward, they will definitely be able to kill Li Muran.

However, Li Muran has a sword talisman in his hand, and if he fights to the death, he will fight back, I am afraid that no disciple will be sure enough to take his sword!

These disciples besieged Li Muran because of greed, all of them had selfish intentions, they wanted to divide the treasures, and at the same time, they didn't want to become unlucky ghosts who were killed by Li Muran.

A young man from the Yuan Fu Sect, a sword talisman and an injured old man confronted each other silently with seventeen or eighteen greedy monks, and for a while, there was silence in the valley of death.

"Don't worry!" Fang Jianqiu sneered and said, "With his cultivation, it takes a lot of mana to manipulate the sword rune, and the vitality of the sword rune is also lost very quickly, I will wait patiently to see how long he can last!"

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