Roll up thousands of waves and hit the sky with great storm!

Feeling the vast water clouds around him, Huang Wusheng smiled on his face... Although he still had not practiced this sword technique to the highest level, with these sixteen sword fish, he felt that he could definitely suppress other brothers.

Maybe it should be the time when I and my senior brother competed with each other. If I were surrounded by my sixteen swordfish, could the senior brother escape?

Thinking of the senior brother who is the best in the sect's cultivation, the most wise understanding, and the most likely to become the Nascent Soul Ancestor, a hint of jealousy and dissatisfaction arose in Huang Wusheng's heart. They are all the same Jindan real person. I, Huang Wusheng, can do what he can do. Not only do I have to do it, but I also have to step on him hard under my feet.

His real opponent is that senior brother, so he doesn't care much about being distracted in this battle. Although Fang Ling's methods are weird, does it take too much to bully a monk who has achieved a new achievement of Jindan?

As for Wei Shang's failure, Huang Wusheng sneered even more. What is Wei Shang? It is really normal for a dry bone in the soil that has no great pursuit except enjoyment.

As the thought flashed in his mind, his eyes fell on Fang Ling's face in the middle of the swordfish again, and a hint of emotion arose in his heart. No matter what, this monster's cultivation is pretty good. However, you must not get something that should not belong to you! "Monster, today I will do my best to be the way for heaven and avenge the more than 120 monks of the Wanhua Sword Sect who died unjustly in your hands." As Huang Wusheng spoke, the magic trick in his hand quickly pinched.

And just as his sword light was about to merge, in a valley a hundred miles away, a man with white eyebrows hitting his shoulders smiled and put a chess piece on the chessboard and said, "Brother Liu, you haven't seen it for a hundred years, and your chess power seems to have regressed a little again!"

Liu Liren took out a black piece from the chess box and said coldly: "Lan Taozi, although your chess has made progress, your chess path is getting worse and worse."

Liu Liren said this sentence very rudely. Ordinary people will definitely be furious when they hear Liu Liren's words. But at this time the white eyebrows drooped their shoulders, just like Lan Taozi, who is a god, smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for your appreciation by Brother Liu, but the way of heaven is ruthless. It doesn't matter whether this chess path is despicable or not. The important thing is that you can win."

While speaking, Lan Taozi glanced at Fang Ling and the others' battle position, and then the smile on his face increased three points out of thin air.

Liu Liren smiled coldly, and his fingers flicked, and he was about to pop the black chess piece out. But before his chess piece flew out, the Lantaozi had already landed a palm that was more delicate than white jade on the edge of Liu Liren's chess piece, and said with a smile: "Brother Liu, let's ignore the fight between the children below, come and play chess!" "Lantaozi, is this the rules of your famous and upright sect?" Liu Liren placed the chess piece heavily on the chessboard and said coldly.

Lan Taozi trembled for a moment, then said with a smile: "Since your Zhuge Cangsheng was defeated by that person, we have set rules. The Yuanying ignores the struggle between the golden elixir. You, Liu Liren, will not feel that you have extraordinary supernatural powers. Can you challenge everyone, right?"

"But our disciple has just entered the realm of Jindan. You, the Sword Sect, will you, let Huang Wusheng, one of the three sons of Rujiang, take action. Isn't it a bit of bullying the small?" Liu Liren's face flashed with anger and said in a deep voice.

Lan Taozi still said calmly: "Bullying the small with the big? What about fighting with the big is all about strength. If you don't have strength, you will die in vain! Liu Liren, at this point, you should learn from me more. If my Jindan disciple dies in a fight with others, I will not even frown."…

Liu Liren snorted and stopped talking. However, Lan Taozi leisurely flicked his white eyebrows, as if everything was under control.

Compared with Yun Danfengqing, the ancestor, Fang Ling's expression became even calmer. He looked at the sword fish that was constantly gathering towards him, sneered, and shook the demon flag in his hand vigorously, dozens of black mysterious auras wrapped the sword fish in it again.

As the black air poured in, the already a little turbid wave turned into a black and fast-surging swordfish. In this black wave, it seemed to have fallen into the mud, and the speed of swimming was slowing down by half in an instant.

Huang Wusheng, who was showing a smug smile on his face, changed his face instantly. At this time, he deeply felt the resistance from the swordfish. The swordfish that was originally manipulated as he pleased no longer listened to him.

Just as he used all his magic power to control the swordfish to squeeze towards Fang Ling, a tiger roar came from the swordfish. Accompanied by the tiger roar, a white tiger seven feet long suddenly appeared in the turbid waves.

Before Huang Wusheng could react, he felt a murderous intent that made him feel heartbroken and shot directly into his mind. Under this murderous intent, Huang Wusheng felt his heart tremble. As soon as the bad thoughts arose, Huang Wusheng was about to fly away.

He has experienced many struggles and is very clear about a secret, that is, when it is difficult to win, the best way is to leave immediately. Golden elixir monks generally have their own unique means. It is not easy for a Golden elixir monk to kill another Golden elixir monk.

Although he retreated quickly, the tiger attacked faster! The huge tiger claws violently broke through his turbid waves that were already a little disobeying his command, and slapped Huang Wusheng hard.

Huang Wusheng had no way to avoid it, but at this critical moment, he quickly pinched a spell that had been stored in the small Qiankun bag, and quickly escaped as the white light hit his body. But even so, he was still injured by the white tiger claws, and a three-foot-long hole kept spraying blood as soon as he landed on the ground.

"How is this possible?" Huang Wusheng glared at Fang Ling, who was circling with a huge white tiger on his head, his eyes full of surprise and disbelief. At this moment, the momentum coming from Fang Ling was the true peak of the Golden Pill.

Where did Fang Ling have time to talk nonsense to him? As his divine thoughts flashed, the huge white tiger instantly turned into a giant axe that opened the sky and slashed hard towards Huang Wusheng. This axe was as fast as lightning, and the moment it fell, it even covered the radius of ten feet around Huang Wusheng, leaving Huang Wusheng without a place to dodge at all.

Huang Wusheng's four flying swords were covered by the black aura of the mysterious female at this time, and it was too late to take them back. The other magic weapons in his body were even more difficult to resist this strange and fierce axe. If he wanted to escape, Huang Wusheng, who was shrouded around, really felt the hardship of his own movement.

Should I die at the hands of the man who thought it was the dish on the plate? Huang Wusheng didn't want to die, and he felt that he could not die either. At the moment when his face changed drastically, he said loudly: "Fang Ling, you can't kill me. If you kill me, our Sword Sect will never let you go!"

His threatening words were exchanged for Fang Ling's sneer. The axe several feet in a radiant radius shone with dazzling Gengjin light, falling three points faster.

"Fang Ling, if you kill me, you will be even more unspeakable about the Wanhua Sword Sect. You... you are the real murderer!" Huang Wusheng was really anxious at this time, and his words were even more trembling.

Fang Ling still didn't say anything, but the falling axe had no intention of stopping at all. And at this moment, a large black seal, like a hill, suddenly appeared in front of Huang Wusheng, blocking the axe.

"Click"

In the loud thunderous sound, the seal was slashed dozens of feet away. At this moment, two monks, one tall and one thin, flew straight from a distance. The tall and thin monk waved at the seal, and the black seal turned into the size of a fist and fell into the hands of the tall and thin monk.

However, the thin and tall monk's eyes fell on his big seal, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch. He saw a clear crack appearing on his big seal. Although the crack could be repaired, the damage made the thin and tall monk feel heartbroken.

When Huang Wusheng saw these two people, he seemed to have seen his relatives: "Senior Brother Du, Junior Brother Zhang, you two are here just in time. We have joined forces to kill this monster and can no longer let him poison the creatures!"

The words of poisoning creatures made Fang Ling really depressed when he heard this. Although he couldn't say that everything was done upright since he came to this world, what Fang Ling could guarantee was that he had never done anything that would be sorry for the conscience of heaven and earth. Now Huang Wusheng directly gave himself a hat of poisoning creatures, which was really not small.

The tall monk snorted, "Junior Brother Huang is right. We don't have to tell him any rules like this monster. Today, my brothers will avenge the more than 100 evil spirits that died at your hands."

Fang Ling was too lazy to defend him at this time. His mind activated the White Tiger Seven Killings Picture, and in an instant, hundreds of sword lights shining brightly appeared on top of his head.

"Senior Brother Huang, Brother Du, don't worry. I think we should give Fellow Daoist Fang a chance." The short monk named Zhang smiled at Fang Ling and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang, I don't think you are a person who does evil. Why not do this? Please ask Brother Fang and my brother to return to the Langjiang Sword Sect and cooperate with us to investigate the affairs of the Wanhua Sword Sect. As long as it has nothing to do with Brother Fang, we will definitely send Fellow Daoist Fang back."

I went back to cooperate with the investigation. To put it nicely, I said so righteously. Do you think Fang Ling is a three-year-old child? Fang Ling glanced at the man surnamed Zhang and said lightly: "Brother Dao, I want to ask you whether it is your face long or a donkey's face long!")
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