Lingjiao King's eyes were cold, and he didn't care about Leng Xiao's provocation, but said lightly: "Humble as an ant, you dare to talk to the deity like this, is it made up your mind to be generous and righteous? ”

Between the two of them spoke, each other's immortal skills were already intertwined. When the three or two dragons and the broken bone fingers touched, they directly turned into powder, and even the waves were evaporated.

The difference between the cultivation and the realm is like a moat, which cannot be buried. After the three or two dragons were smashed, in the midst of the big waves, there were thousands of dragons, like sea snakes.

The disciples of the Lan Hui Sect had already avoided from afar, most of them were not familiar with Leng Xiao, and they had no good feelings, not to mention that Leng Xiao had killed Fang Yun. Even if Fang Yun's actions were despised, after all, he was also the sect leader of the Lanhui Sect.

There are disciples who recognized Leng Xiao more than ten years ago, and they may still remember that Leng Xiao once saved the Lanhui faction in danger, but more than ten years have passed, and the feelings have long been weakened, even if the kindness happens at the moment, how many people can repay it with their lives?

Didn't you mean that the two, three, or four people rushed in without their lives?

Xia Kite rushed to the front, and as early as when Hu Hai and Bai Xiao reprimanded Qin Ge, she rushed out silently. A few steps later, Hu Hai and Bai Xiao also followed behind her, and the last one was Qin Ge, who stumbled, carrying a long sword that had just been picked up from the corpse of the dungeon guard.

On the other side, the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect who were sent out of the sect by Leng Xiao rushed back in a dead heart, shouting at the same time: "Young Master Leg, if you are buried here, what use can we do with our small cultivation? It is better to die together and live up to the great grace of the son!"

Leng Xiao knew that it would be superfluous to say anything, so he had to spare no effort and pop one finger after another. A dignified swordsman, what he relies on in times of crisis is fingering.

He immersed himself in the Broken Bone Finger, and clumsily covered it with the power of time, which could make at least one finger more powerful, why was he clumsy or not!

Fortunately, most of the dragons in the water rushed towards Leng Xiao, and the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect and Hu Hai only faced two or three of them.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Spirit Jiao King couldn't wait to refine the blood sand, and his eyes burst out with a blazing light, and he didn't take Leng Xiao in his eyes at all.

How did he expect that what Leng Xiao was thinking about at this time was not how to escape, but instead swam and rushed up against the waves, walking with flying steps, smelling the salty smell in the waves.

"Junior, so daring!"

The Spirit Jiao King closed his mouth widely, and simulated a low cry with his aura, and a red light appeared in his eyes, it was the critical moment of refining blood sand.

"Lingjiao King, have you ever heard of a saying that a lion fights a rabbit and does his best? It is not a wise move to let down your guard in front of the enemy!"

"The deity wants to see what other tricks you can use!"

Leng Xiao has been cultivating immortal arts for a short time, and he can't exert much power, and it seems that he is already a poor donkey and a moth to the fire.

When the Lingjiao King was proud, he suddenly saw a red cloud shrouded in the sky, and after taking a closer look, he didn't stare at his eyes wide, his liver and gallbladder were split, which was a red cloud, it was clearly tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of blood sand, and they were all blood sand that had never been fed human blood!

"The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, today I will ask Leng to see if you, the little snake, can swallow this elephant!"

With a flick of his fingers, the blood sand condensed into an elephant and fell, although there was no essential enhancement, it was undoubtedly trampling on the majesty of the Spirit Jiao King.

After all, Jiaolong's going to sea was just a trick of immortal art, and it dispersed on its own after a short time, and the disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect and Hu Hai barely survived, and there were no casualties. Leng Xiao watched from the sidelines, and if there was danger, he would naturally take action.

Instead, the Spirit Jiao King opened the scales all over his body, spewing out a layer of pitch-black mist, and there was a white aura mixed with it, repelling the overwhelming blood sand.

Although his heart is hot, accepting so much blood sand at one time is equivalent to looking for death.

Xianpan has a certain amount of control over the blood sand, and Leng Xiao only cares about injecting the aura into it, doing simple control, and pouring out the blood sand in the ring.

Lingjiao King knew about the existence of the immortal plate, and was only slightly surprised that Leng Xiao had so much blood sand, but this blood sand in the sky had already made him panic in his heart.

Xia Yuan looked at Leng Xiao faintly, and her heart was sour: "He...... I've grown to such an extent that I'm ......"

The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect clenched their fists one by one, and their hatred for the Spirit Jiao King was no less than that of Bai Wuchang. What is the difference between people who are the same ghosts?

"Still want to go?"

The Spirit Jiao King just turned his tail, and Leng Xiao had an insight into his thoughts. Leng Xiao immediately sealed the retreat of the Spirit Jiao King in all directions with blood sand, and let the blood sand continue to release suction.

The Spirit Jiao King roared: "The deity Taoguang is obscure, only waiting for this dynasty, he has just appeared, he will never die like this, never!"

"Your ontological spirit Jiao has a trace of true dragon blood. This sword is called the horned soldier, you coveted it back then, and said that it was tailor-made for you, and today Leng will use this sword to take your life!"

Success is also the same origin, and defeat is also the same origin. The Spirit Jiao King and the Horned Soldier are in the same vein, both have the breath of a true dragon, and this sword is more handy, and when attacked by this sword, the scale armor will also be as vulnerable as fish skin!

Leng Xiao was surrounded by greenery, like green bamboo, green and green, blinking his eyes, the horned soldiers were already seven inches away from the Lingjiao King.

The Spirit Jiao King's body moved, and the black and white qi was like substance, condensing a hard shield at seven inches for him. He was suddenly stunned, this sword was menacing, but it didn't have any strength at all!

Looking at the giant elephant condensed by the blood sand, it smashed on his head with a bang, smashing the mist away, and the blood sand intercepted by the eight directions instantly condensed into a blood sand sword, which slashed through the scale armor of his neck and cut off his entire head.

"Seven inches broken, seriously injured but not dead, the snake's head falls, see how long your stump can still writhe!"

lost resistance, and the blood sand all fell on the remnants of the Spirit Jiao King, and before the remnants of the Spirit Jiao King twisted a few times, they were swallowed up by the blood sand instinct.

Leng Xiao's aura swept away, and the blood sand was all gone, and the Spirit Jiao King carelessly lost his body and ended up empty.

Many disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect couldn't help cheering, but Leng Xiao was still dignified, and shouted in a low voice: "Please retreat, you are here, not only can you not help me, but you want to distract me!"

His words, though direct and ruthless, are not false. Dozens of people hurriedly retreated.

There was only a thin layer of skin left in the body of the Spirit Jiao King, and a divine soul came out of it. He has already been distracted and cultivated, and the cultivation of the living is a yang god, even if he does not reshape his cultivation, he will not gradually become a ghost cultivator.

On the contrary, he took the initiative to absorb the dead qi between heaven and earth, and Leng Xiao suddenly realized that even if the physical body was destroyed, the ghost-faced spider venom was still raging in the divine soul, and only by achieving ghost cultivation could the poison be suppressed with the yin dead qi, and finally completely expelled.

"It's really courageous. ”

Although the Lingjiao King had a grim gaze, he was not angry: "The left and right are not tolerated by the righteous path, what does it matter if the demon cultivates the ghost and cultivates? You junior, the harmful deity has no choice but to abandon the body, do you still want to leave alive?"

This place is also a treasure land of feng shui, the yin and death qi are naturally thin, and the spirit Jiao King does not absorb much for a long time. This is still because dozens of people have just died, and a dead air has formed.

Leng Xiao was not afraid on the surface, but he was a little anxious in his heart, even if he lost his physical body, there was still a huge disparity in strength between him and the Spirit Jiao King.

Yuzhou gave it to Shi Lingxi, and he was really desperate at the moment. took out the mimosis sword and muttered: "Your master's cultivation is incomparable, you must have also been psychic, Leng is in trouble today, do you have a way?"

After saying that, he first smiled. A long sword is just a long sword after all, and a weapon is just a weapon after all.

He turned his hand and put away the sword of shyness, and waited for it. Waiting for others to make a move can be regarded as a gentleman, and now he is willing to be a villain, and while King Lingjiao is still preparing, he will give up his life to greet him.

"Look for death!"

The long sword passed through the spirit of the Spirit Jiao King, like tearing through a layer of mist, and quickly condensed, not causing much damage to the Spirit Jiao King, but actually receiving a punch himself.

Leng Xiao fell from the sky, and the women hurriedly caught Leng Xiao, Bai Xiao and Xia Yuan wanted to pick it up, but they were squeezed out.

Leng Xiao lay in the middle of several pairs of women's arms, met their worried eyes, and sighed calmly: "If the sky still protects this world, how can you bear Leng to die like this?"

He spoke calmly, but he already had a little attachment to the world, and he was more concerned than back then. His heart is no longer indifferent.

Lingjiao King Jiaolong shook his tail, boomed over, everyone's faces turned pale, and a monk suddenly appeared in front of him, stretched out his hand and pressed, the golden light shone, and directly illuminated the defenseless Lingjiao King to dissipate.

"Thief bald, you dare to sneak attack the deity!" After the last words were spoken, his body was scattered, with strong resentment and unwillingness.

The monk turned around, revealing the figure of Cang'er, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs." I can't even protect myself, how can I protect others? Only my Buddha is merciful and can pull Leng Shi back to the world before the ghost gate is closed. ”

Leng Xiao got up, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said with a light smile: "Master, you have opened a killing ring." ”

Cang Er closed his eyes and began to recite the mantra of death. He didn't move, Leng Xiao didn't move, and others didn't dare to move. After a full hour, he opened his eyes: "The big devil is clinging, and there is no sea to cross." I am a Buddha with compassion, there is a way, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

Leng Xiao laughed: "All in all, thank you Master for the rescue." ”

Cang Er shook his head slowly: "The old man is not to save you, but to save the people in the world." In the dark, there is a fixed number. ”

"Let's go. ”

Leng Xiao swallowed a pill and walked over with Xia Yuan, leaving only a sentence of "Senior sister take care". Xia Kite's delicate body trembled, and she didn't dare to look back and take a second look.

As the sun sets, it is unconsciously covered with a layer of blood. Cang'er shook his head and sighed: "Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die." ”

Leng Xiao was dressed in blood, depressed, and laughed loudly: "The master broke the dust early, and cut off three thousand troubles, how can he still be qualified to laugh at the lover and laugh at the crazy!"

Cang'er melted into the afterglow, and Cihe smiled: "The red dust is rolling, who can transcend it?" Old ...... I'm ashamed!"

"Master, I haven't seen you for many years, you are a little older, and you have changed a little. Leng Xiao glanced at him.

Cang'er shook his head: "Definitely." It's just that the hand of the years has opened up a trace of his heart, and so is the cold benefactor!"