Wang Yue flashed to the right, turned around at the same time, pointed at the brown sword, and with a tingling sound, the second-level earth-type ancient sword popped out more than ten feet, but Wang Yue was shaken back several meters by the powerful true energy contained in the sword.

With the cultivation level of the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage, the gap between fighting against the monks in the early stage of foundation building is too great, and the chance of a surprise attack is relatively high. After the two sides set up the formation, even if Wang Yue is a sword body, he will be in great pain and under great pressure.

"Deacon Zhang, what do you mean? You seem to have never offended you, right? Why did you suddenly kill?" Wang Yue smiled humbly, but secretly made a deal with Jin Lunzi, asking to borrow a little sword energy, at the cost of Wang Yue owing him a hundred low-level spirit stones.

"Hahahaha, I have praised you for being a waste. You didn't hear me just now? There were at least three or five Wang families who I secretly killed. The hatred between our two families can only be washed with blood. Do you think this understanding is enough?" Deacon Zhang thought that Wang Yue had a magic weapon in his hand, so he blocked his second-level ancient sword. He did not think deeply, thinking that he was sure to win, and his tone was extremely arrogant.

"Our Wang family once received a group of hard-working tenants who were unable to survive by the Zhang family. For this reason, the two families were quite unhappy. Apart from this, there was no other deep hatred, right? When did it reach the point of life and death?" Wang Yue really didn't understand the reason, nor did he hear other people in the Wang family say that although he had fought with the Zhang family's children in the past, he just robbed some money and blackmailed some property, and there was no life entanglement. The only thing Wang Yue could think of was that he had killed Zhang Chengzong with his own hands.

"You don't know? Your Wang family ancestor has a distant uncle, an elder of the Ling Beast Sect. Our Zhang family ancestor also has a close relative, who is also an elder of the Ling Beast Sect. In terms of seniority, these two elders are the real ancestors of our two families. Their hatred is very deep and they will not affect their descendants. However, when your hometown ancestor was young, he met Elder Wang and Elder Zhang on the edge of a hundred thousand deserted mountains. At that time, the two had already suffered a defeat. During the conversation, they learned about their kinship and attacked Elder Zhang, causing Elder Zhang to be injured and injured. He used a magic weapon to save his life, and then escaped by chance. Since then, the struggle between the two sides has spread to the secular family."

Wang Yue suddenly realized that the reason why the Wang family obtained the cultivation technique was not because they helped the Spirit Beast Sect, but was directly involved in the grudge between the two elders of the Spirit Beast Sect. It turned out that the person who gave the martial arts and earned the Foundation Building Pill to the Wang family was actually a distant relative of the Wang family. He didn't even know these secrets. Is it because he was a illegitimate child and did not even have the qualifications to know the truth? Or the Wang family's hometown is kind-hearted and has not thought too complicatedly about the matter. He didn't know that the Zhang family had listed the Wang family as a mortal hatred and had already started to take revenge. Perhaps the Wang family's ancestor was still wondering why the Wang family's children who entered the Spirit Beast Sect to practice were missing one by one?

"Thank you, Deacon Zhang, for answering the doubts. Wang understands! You won't be a fool after death! Take action!" Wang Yue's face was pale, his body trembled slightly, as if he had accepted his fate and gave up resisting.

"You are tactful, I will give you a pleasure. In order not to let you be lonely on the road to the underworld, I will soon send your sister Wang Yi to accompany you and reunite your brother and sister. Okay, go to death for me!" After Deacon Zhang said, the sword moved with his heart, and the ancient sword emitted a sharp light, and the sword was towards Wang Yue.

Wang Yue had already closed his eyes and was about to wait for death.

With a whoosh, the ancient patterned sword had stabbed Wang Yue’s chest.

Deacon Zhang smiled at the corner of his mouth. He could already imagine Wang Yue's miserable situation. With one sword piercing his body, his internal organs would be shattered by the sword energy of the flying sword. It would be without pain, and the death would be extremely miserable.

However, Wang Yue suddenly opened his eyes, and then grabbed the flying sword.

That's right, he grabbed Fei Jian with his hands, and Deacon Zhang rubbed his eyes, feeling that he was not dazzled.

"How, maybe?" He screamed in horror, unexpectedly and beyond imagination. This is definitely not something a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining Stage could do.

Wang Yue did not answer. The moment he grabbed the flying sword, he was hit by the impact force several hundred meters away. The other hand also held the sword body, exerted force with both hands, and all the true energy in his body was concentrated in his hands.

"Hey!" A sudden turn, the second-level ancient sword made a creaking noise, and cracks appeared on the brown sword.

The ancient pattern sword is a earth-based sword, with weak attack power and not weak defense power. Wang Yue tried his best to fold it over spider patterns, and a stream of spiritual energy emerged from the gap, greatly reducing the sword momentum.

Deacon Zhang's face changed drastically. He pinched several sword techniques in his hand and pulled the sword to his side. At the same time, he used the flying technique to fly towards Wang Yue, striving to get closest to the flying sword and exert a stronger pulling force.

"Even if you have any invisible magic weapon in your hand, you can't protect you. Come back!" Deacon Zhang pointed his sword technique, and the ancient patterned sword buzzed and trembled. The sword emitted an extremely powerful force. This was the true energy power that the foundation-building cultivator should have. With a whoosh, the ancient patterned sword emitted a dazzling brown light, trying to return to Deacon Zhang.

Wang Yue was not relieved, his face was very difficult, his expression was frightened, and his beads of sweat were pouring over his forehead. He shouted sternly: "You must not let go, stop for me, don't go... Deacon Zhang, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Deacon Zhang let out a secret breath. He realized that Wang Yue was not able to do it. He just resisted before his death. He had the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage, and was at the end of his strength at this time.

"Haha, I can kill you even if you are a human being. Can you become a ghost? "Deacon Zhang didn't want to delay time, for fear that his fellow disciples would pass by. He slapped the storage bag and a lightning talisman flew out from it. With a urging spiritual energy, he smashed Wang Yue three meters away.

However, his ancient sword suddenly accelerated and returned, and Wang Yue's power seemed to be gone. With a whoosh, the speed was twice as fast as before, and he happened to avoid the attack of the lightning talisman.

Deacon Zhang was wondering what was going on, and suddenly, a cold and cold sword energy came out from Wang Yue.

Wang Yue's face was so close that he showed a sneer of a successful plan: "It's my turn to take action!"

Before he finished speaking, the second-level ancient patterned sword in Wang Yue's hand suddenly burst and shattered into hundreds of pieces. Dozens of metal blocks shot directly onto Deacon Zhang's face.

With a bang, a piece of self-defense jade talisman worn by Deacon Zhang burst, blocking him a fatal attack, and its effectiveness was lost.

With a puff, he spewed out a mouthful of blood, his mind was hurt, his face was frightened and horrified, and he had no idea what had happened.

He was stunned by the sudden change in front of him!

At the moment when he was lost, an arm pierced into his chest as fast as lightning.

Wang Yue's hand had already grasped Deacon Zhang's heart, and he squeezed it hard, with a muffled bang, completely bursting, and blood flowed down his wrist.

The sword energy was raging, instantly destroying Deacon Zhang's vitality, leaving him without even a chance to self-destruct.

Wang Yue deliberately showed weakness from the beginning, and then used Deacon Zhang to recall the flying sword, approach Deacon Zhang openly, and then suddenly killed a killer, borrowing a trace of the sword energy of the golden wheel to successfully kill a master in the foundation-building stage.

"Why... is this happening? How could your arm... break my body protection energy?" Deacon Zhang opened his mouth, his eyes were completely alive, and he gradually lost his spirit.

Wang Yue smiled, laughing happily, and smiling proudly: "Is the body-protecting true energy in the foundation-building stage very strong? My hand can even destroy the second-level magic weapon. Is your body-protecting true energy stronger than the second-level magic weapon?"

"No! But... why is your body so strong?...Where does that shocking sword energy come from?" Deacon Zhang's body slowly fell down, bleeding from seven orifices on his body, and he no longer had the strength to open his eyes.

"I am not your master, so I have no obligation to answer your questions and answer your questions! But for the sake of your easy loss and being deceived, I will tell you one thing for free, you are the second descendant of the Zhang family I killed."

"What... the first one... is...? Tell me... or I... will die with my eyes open!" Deacon Zhang was almost landing on the ground. His eyes, which had already closed, suddenly became wide, like a bull's eyes.

"You are anxious to death, you are suffocating, you are depressed! I just won't tell you! You are keeping your eyes open and keeping your eyes open and keeping your eyes open to me. You'd better keep your eyes open and see how I kill all the descendants of your Zhang family one by one!"

"You, you, you... cough... uh..." Deacon Zhang's body trembled violently, spurted out a stream of blood foam, and died completely before it landed. His eyes kept staring, and he was indeed unable to die with his eyes open.

Wang Yue picked up Deacon Zhang's storage bag. Before he could take a closer look, he poured the contents inside into his storage bag, rubbed his hands, and destroyed his storage bag.

Facing this corpse, Wang Yue was a little embarrassed!

There are no monsters nearby, and my own fire-type spells only know a few fireball techniques, rocket techniques, etc., and I cannot clean the corpse and completely destroy it.

While thinking about a solution, I suddenly heard shouts and fights coming from the valley ahead. There were still a lot of people and quickly approached here.
Chapter completed!