The complexion is ugly.

Yuan Sheng saw Ling Tian repelling several powerful Juzun warriors in the blink of an eye, and his pupils showed a fierce look: "The remnants of the Poison Sect!"

"You actually practiced Poison Sect Kung Fu."

Drink it down gently.

Yuan Sheng grasped the long sword and pointed the blade at Ling Tian: "Boy, it seems that today, even if I risk everything, I will take you back. The flames of the Poison Sect will never have the slightest chance to reappear."

"Once the evil fire of the Poison Sect reappears, the entire Tianwaitian will suffer disaster."

The words fall.

The long sword moved horizontally, without any moves, only the sharp blade rushed towards Ling Tian.

As the blade swept across, the killing intent became even stronger.

Ling Tian's whole body felt as if he was trapped in a swamp. Such a scene aroused the fighting spirit in Ling Tian's heart. He snorted coldly: "Is this the so-called distinction between good and evil again?"

"ridiculous!"

The cold snort fell for a moment, and several rays of cold light once again condensed in Ling Tian's palm. With a wave of his hand, the silver needle shot out.

Whoosh!

The sound of the silver needle breaking through the air made Yuan Sheng tremble in his heart, and he even felt a numb scalp.

"Poison needle!"

Yuan Sheng's heart trembled, and he subconsciously blocked the long knife in front of him.

Ding ding ding!

The silver needle was completely blocked, but at this opportunity, Ling Tian's figure rushed forward like a ghost, raised his fist, and punched away hard.

boom!

Yuan Sheng couldn't resist, so he could only let the heavy punch hit his shoulder.

Poof!

Yuan Sheng spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body suddenly flew backwards.

A cold light flashed out in Ling Tian's eyes: "Death."

One death.

Ling Tian stepped heavily and rushed out like a cannonball. His long-charged fist hit Yuan Sheng's abdomen again.

"ah!"

A howl like a slaughtered pig was particularly harsh in the dense forest. Yuan Sheng's body fell to the ground hard, his face was extremely pale, and he had a long knife in his hand.

He even fell to the ground and staggered up. Looking at Ling Tian who was walking step by step, a little fear appeared in Yuan Sheng's pupils: "Boy, what do you want to do?"

"Don't mess around."

"I am a strong man from the Heavenly Temple."

"If you touch me, the entire Holy Hall will not let you go."

Between life and death.

Yuan Sheng took out the name of Tianshen Temple.

"Ah."

Ling Tian sneered: "If I am the one who falls at this time, how can you let me leave?"

A question.

Yuan Sheng was speechless.

Ling Tian snorted coldly: "Not to mention, I have already taken action against the Heavenly Temple. The Heavenly Temple has even sent a large number of strong men to find my whereabouts. Can I let you go?"

"Death is your only way."

The cold snort fell for a moment, Ling Tian waved his hand, and the dragon halberd was in his hand. As the dragon halberd was in his hand for a moment, the murderous intention on the scene became stronger. Yuan Sheng's eyelids trembled fiercely, and he cursed in his heart: "Damn it, is this saint really...

Are you going to die here?"

suddenly!

The dense forest surged, and then an overwhelming air wave surged forward like a tidal wave.

kindness?

Qi surged, Ling Tian frowned: "The pressure of the powerful Saint?"

Before Ling Tian could think about it, another powerful voice shouted from the dense forest: "Poison Gate, stop!"

Stop with a sound.

A middle-aged man slowly walked out of the dense forest. When he saw the person coming, Yuan Sheng's eyes flashed with joy: "Pu Yuping, you old boy, you are finally here."
Chapter completed!