Nanhu Qiaozi and others began to run wildly around the moment their magic weapon was lost.

Although they knew very well that Fang Ling would definitely chase him, it didn't matter. They didn't need to run past Fang Ling.

All they want is to run through their companions.

As long as they run through their companions, they are winners, and as long as they run through their companions, they win.

For them, things are actually so simple.

But it is also so cruel.

The five Yuanying ancestors flew to the five directions in an instant, with the four heavens and earths, and one escaped underwater and wanted to hide under the rolling river water.

Fang Ling looked at the escaped monks and gently raised the corners of his mouth. He snorted coldly, and activated the magic tricks in his hand. Five Qingtian Thunder Swords flew out of his sleeves and slashed straight towards the flying monks.

The Shangqing Tianlei Sword, coupled with the Jinghong Jue's sword pattern, almost turned into a ray of light.

When the woodcutter in Nanhu felt danger, the sword light had already arrived in front of him and did not give him any other chances.

Why is he so miserable? It would be fine if he couldn't beat Fang Ling, but why hasn't escaped his companions? It's so unfair.

He wanted to fight back, but Fang Ling no longer gave him this opportunity. Before he could take action, the sword light had already cut off his head.

The flying Nascent Soul looked at Fang Ling with some reluctance. Although he had left some means on his Nascent Soul, he knew at this time that even the means on his Nascent Soul would be difficult to escape.

All he could do was look at the world with great nostalgia and take a look.

At this glance, he saw that Lu Ying and others had also been cut into two pieces, and even saw that a companion's Nascent Soul was cut into pieces.

This discovery made a hint of relief in his eyes, although he didn't know whether he should have such relief.

But no matter what, he has achieved the same life and death. Although this kind of life and death makes him feel a little awkward.

Bitter astringent.

Han Zhengqun and others stared at all this. Although many people thought it was not true, the bodies of the Nascent Soul Ancestor told them. This is a fact.

He died. A few days ago, the ancestors of the Nascent Soul who were still standing tall in front of them and looking down at the common people are now dead.

When Ba Rubik's Cube Ling flew out of the cave, many disciples of the Sword Sect recognized Fang Ling. At that time, many people were secretly happy, thinking that the opportunity for their sect to take revenge was here.

But I didn't expect that things would turn out like this.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor, who was regarded as a backer by them as a Great Wall, had just met for a few times and died in this way. The thoughts in their hearts were simply impossible, but the facts were facts.

When Fang Ling took back the Shangqing Tianlei Sword and looked at Han Zhengqun, Han Zhengqun did not take action or retreat. Instead, he took a step towards Fang Ling and said in a deep voice: "I told Master Lan Taozi back then that keeping you is a disaster!"

Fang Ling looked at Han Zhengqun and did not speak. Then he heard Han Zhengqun continue, "Now, things have come to this point, what do you want?"

What words do you want to spit out from Han Zhengqun's mouth? Han Zhengqun stopped saying anything, as if he was killed by a knife and I was fishing.

In fact, in Fang Ling's eyes, their entire Sword Sect is no different from fish.

"What am I going to do? I have already told you very clearly. Master Han won't even remember this, right?" Fang Ling looked at Han Zhengqun, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Since Brother Fang said that there will be no Sword Sect in the world from now on, then I announce that from today on, you will no longer be disciples of Sword Sect!"

"I will drive you out of the Sword Sect. There is no Sword Sect in this world. You will all leave Canglan River!"

A light suddenly rose in Han Zhengqun's eyes. He pointed at the disciples who rushed out with him, and resolutely shouted: "After today, there will be no Sword Sect in the world!"

"Master, we would rather live and die with the sect than betray the sect and live a life of serene!" A young disciple, after hesitating for a moment, walked out excitedly and said loudly to Han Zhengqun.

As soon as he said that, seven or eight disciples knelt on the ground. Although they did not speak, their firm expressions explained everything.

Han Zhengqun felt uncomfortable when he looked at the disciples kneeling on the ground. But when his eyes fell on Fang Ling, who had no feelings, his heart became cold.

Without any hesitation or contemplation, Han Zhengqun slapped his small Qiankun bag and a sword light rushed out.

The sword light passed, and seven or eight heads fell directly on the vast blue river. Even the soul of the foundation-building monk was cut into pieces before he could fly out.

The blood was still flowing, but Han Zhengqun's expression was extremely calm. He said coldly: "There is no longer the Sword Sect in the world, everyone, leave Canglan River immediately!"

"Otherwise, their fate will be your role model!"

How many people in this world can care about their lives? Therefore, many people chose to leave while hesitating.

However, when these disciples left, they did not leave very quickly. They staggered and even hesitated.

Han Zhengqun was still a little nervous when he looked at the disciples who were leaving. Although he had just done what Fang Ling said, what if Fang Ling felt that he had fooled him and then killed all the disciples?

Then there is nothing to do!

One thought after another made Han Zhengqun feel uneasy. It was not until the first disciple had rushed to the edge of the Canglan River that Han Zhengqun's heart had been relieved a lot.

Meng Qing looked at the departing disciples and felt a little more admiration for Han Zhengqun. Although Han Zhengqun killed several loyal disciples with his own hands, he was a little cold-blooded when judging the situation. After all, this was the best choice for the Sword Sect of the Sword Sect.

Their opponent is Fang Ling, a person who makes them have no power to fight back at all. Facing such a strong man, sacrificing a few and saving the majority is their best choice.

But after admiration, Meng Qing pondered for a moment, and decided to put the interests of this ancestor Fang first. He bowed and said, "Old ancestor, if you cut the grass and don't eradicate the roots, it will eventually turn into a disaster."

"Please think twice!"

Han Zhengqun shivered when he heard Meng Qing's words, but in the end, he still gritted his teeth and didn't say anything.

He knew very well that at this time, the life and death of all the people in the Sword Sect were all in Fang Ling's thoughts. If Fang Ling firmly wanted to kill them, then whatever Han Zhengqun said would be useless.

Once Fang Ling doesn't want to kill them, no matter how Meng Qing stirs up the flames, it will be nonsense and has no meaning at all.

Looking at the departing disciples, Fang Ling waved his hand and said, "Since Master Han said that there is no Sword Sect in this world, and they are not disciples of Sword Sect, I will naturally let them go."

Meng Qing had to persuade him again, and Fang Ling waved his hand and signaled that he had made up his mind and didn't need him to point fingers and say anything more.

Meng Qing knew that those who could become the ancestor of the Nascent Soul are all people with strong minds, and as long as they decide, they will generally not change.

Although he was a little jealous of the decision of the ancestor Fang, Meng Qing finally decided to shut up. After all, if it made the ancestor Fang unhappy, it would not be of any benefit to him.

At this time, Han Zhengqun's heart was not only sadness, but also joy. Although there was no Langjiang Sword Sect in the world since then, he felt that what he did today was worthy of all the ancestors of Langjiang Sword Sect.

At this critical moment, all the disciples of the Lance Sword Sect can survive. In the future, the Lance Sword Sect will still have seeds. This is enough for the Lance Sword Sect!

But when he thought of himself, a hint of sadness arose in Han Zhengqun's heart. He knew that no matter what, he, the head, could not escape.

Even if Fang Ling is tolerant and generous to them, he will never let him, the head of the Sect, leave alive.

So from the beginning, he was ready to die on the Canglan River. He lived in the Canglan River for a total of three hundred years. There was nothing to regret to die here.

"Old Master Fang believes in his words, and I admire him. Since there is no Sword Sect in this world, I will go first." As Han Zhengqun spoke, the flying sword flew out again, but this time he was slashing towards him.

Fang Ling did not stop it, but in a moment, Han Zhengqun's people joined his golden elixir soul and all became shattered powder.

The last leader of the Sword Sect of the Ruojiang Sword Sect was sentenced to Canglan River.

Those disciples of the Langjiang Sword Sect who arrived on the bank of the Canglan River looked at the dead Han Zhengqun, and their eyes were full of evil spirits.

After all, their heads died for them.

Meng Qing looked at those hatred gazes and felt a little nervous. Just as he was wondering whether he should persuade Fang Ling, he saw Fang Ling shook his demon-control banner, and the demon-control banner suddenly flew into the void.

"Han Zhengqun drove you out of the Rujiang Sword Sect, of course I won't take your lives, but there is one thing he seems to have forgotten to do, that is, since you are not from the Rujiang Sword Sect, you can leave all the magic tricks of the Rujiang Sword Sect!"

As soon as the words fell, countless black lights had already flew out from the black demon-imperial banner that rose in the void, and rushed towards the monks of the Sword Sect of the River.

The black light flashed, and several disciples of the Sword Sect wanted to resist, but before they could take action, the black light had already rushed to them and swallowed the true energy in their bodies.

In the blink of an eye, the black light rushed into the thousands of disciples of the Langjiang Sword Sect.

"Ah! My cultivation level, my cultivation level is gone!" A disciple of the Sword Sect collapsed weakly on the ground and shouted loudly.

As he fell to the ground, more disciples of the Lance Jiang Sword Sect fell to the ground. They cried out, they were sad, they were angry, and they were desperate. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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