Yang Xiu still remembered the terrifying strength of the black mole man before. Seeing that the other party was about to win, he rushed up immediately, pulled out two Taoist talismans while running, and threw them at Wang Gan.

But it was a little slower in the end.

Wang Gan swallowed the pill without hesitation, and immediately twitched all over his body in pain. The iron arrow transformed from the Taoist talisman accurately penetrated the other party's body, but Wang Gan seemed to be unaware of it and did not react at all.

When Yang Xiu rushed closer, Wang Gan's voice had disappeared. Yang Xiu couldn't help but feel nervous when he saw Wang Gan's face raised to show.

At this time, Wang Gan was no longer as human as he had distorted facial features and his eyes were crooked. And at this time, a bunch of dark green muscles suddenly emerged from the wound on the other party's chest. As these flesh slowly wriggled, the blood gushed out of the wound was quickly stopped.

Wang Gan seemed to feel no pain, and threw the heavy sword aside, drooling down his chin and falling on his chest. His beastly eyes locked in Yang Xiu and rushed over.

"court death!"

Yang Xiu exerted force with his feet and came first, piercing Wang Gan's chest with a sword, then drew his sword cleanly and retreated. The dark green blood mixed with dark unknown substances gushed out, splashing far away in the hollow.

But after just a few breaths, these wounds healed automatically, leaving only a few hideous scars.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu couldn't help but complain. Although the skin of this Wang Gan was not as hard as that of a man with a mole, his healing ability was too strong, and it would be like not to cut it off if it was cut off.

What is the other party doing? Is there still a biochemical test now?

Not only that, Wang Gan became more and more powerful after being injured, and became more and more crazy. Yang Xiu was concerned about the safety of Hu Zi and decided to fight quickly: Since you are not afraid of chopping, let’s get you disabled first!

After finding an opportunity to make a feint, Yang Xiu stabbed the White Deer Sword in his hand directly into the opponent's door. Like the black mole man, Wang Gan was also particularly afraid of being attacked on his head and neck, so he quickly raised his hand to protect him. Yang Xiu took the opportunity to be lucky and spiritual power, and turned half of his body to drive the White Deer Sword, and slashed from top to bottom!

"Swish!"

Wang Gan slashed his two forearms at the same time, and the sword edge also slashed across the other person's cheek, leaving a ferocious and terrifying wound, and even his nose was cut in half.

"ah!"

Wang Gan, whose arms were cut off, let out a heart-wrenching roar, like an evil ghost in the world! But soon, the muscles at the cut-off arm squirmed quickly, and two octopus-like tentacles grew, wrapped in red and green liquid, which was extremely disgusting.

Yang Xiu shook the mucus stained on the White Deer Sword in disgust and squinted his eyes to the other party. At this time, Wang Gan seemed to have lost his language ability. He looked at his two "hands", and was still a little confused at first, but soon he returned to his crazy expression, stumbled but rushed towards Yang Xiu at a very fast speed.

What's the point of cultivating immortals like this...

Yang Xiu shook his head slightly and flew up again!

As the fight grew longer and longer, Wang Gan almost completely lost his mind. No matter whether Yang Xiu slashed hard or attacked with Taoist talismans, Wang Gan did not dodge or avoid it, and carried the White Deer Sword with a force, as if he would not give up until he killed Yang Xiu.

Seeing this, Yang Xiu's heart moved, and he pulled out two Taoist talismans and squeezed them into his hand. The moment he approached Wang Gan again, his arm swung rapidly, "Pai!" Two consecutive sounds of slapping Wang Gan on his waist.

"Bang!"

Wang Gan's right arm rubbed Yang Xiu's shoulder and slapped him hard on the ground, smashing a long groove into the hard ground! However, when Wang Gan wanted to move again, he felt that his legs became extremely heavy and his speed was greatly reduced. When he looked down, he found that his lower body had been wrapped in a thick layer of rocks.

The two talismans that Yang Xiu photographed on Wang Gan are the enhanced version of the spiritual explosion talisman and the earth and stone talisman.

The latter's function is to instantly form rocks with the magic power of the talisman to attach to the body surface in a critical moment, and is used to defend against powerful attacks. It is a Taoist talisman that Yang Xiu only learned recently. Now Wang Gan is wrapped in hard rocks, and his movements are stagnant, and he cannot keep up with Yang Xiu's footsteps.

"boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the thunderous explosion sounded, and the small stones on the nearby ground were shaken to the point of being shaken. With the experience of the last time, Yang Xiu had already covered his head and lay on the ground, allowing all kinds of residues to hit him on the back.

Another rain of corpses.

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Tianshu Mountain, somewhere in the wild and dense forest.

Two figures stood quietly on the hill. One of them looked cold and wore a black and white Taoist robe. It was Situ Yong, the elder of Bingdaotang. The other one was slightly fat, had a mustache, and had a meticulous hair combed. He was smiling and talking to Situ Yong about something.

"Elder Situ, the magical medicines refined by the head of my sect will be successfully prepared soon. It will be a matter of time before the Tianshu Pavilion changes its sect and owner."

The middle-aged fat man touched two ripples of oil, and said sincerely, "But before that, we must try our best to weaken the strength of the Tianshu Pavilion, and the old man Zhuji..."

"Don't have to be delusional,"

Situ Yong shook his head and said disdainfully: "My senior brother's cultivation has reached the level of transformation. Although his life is not long, it is difficult to make progress in this life, and we are not able to compete with him. At that time, you can find a way to deal with it yourself. I just need to take what I deserve."

The middle-aged fat man spat inwardly when he heard this, thinking that no wonder you have not improved for so long and are timid and afraid of things. The old man who stepped into the coffin one by one makes you afraid of being like this.

However, on the surface, middle-aged people still smiled and chatted with Situ Yong, while Situ Yong was more concerned about the conditions they had agreed on before and wanted to ask clearly.

As a veteran of the Tianshu Pavilion, Situ Yong knew the risks in it behind his back. But in order to improve his cultivation, it was worth it.

The two talked for a while and discussed the relevant matters, and the atmosphere became relaxed. But at this moment, Situ Yong, who had a smile on his face, suddenly changed his expression and suddenly turned around and stared at the direction of Tianshu Peak.

"Someone!"

Situ Yong shouted softly and pinched the spiritual judgment with his hands. The long sword behind him flew out of the scabbard with a sound of "Cang Lang!", and the white treasure light on the sword soared into the sky.

The middle-aged fat man had a slightly worse cultivation level. He was half a beat slower before he pinched his hands. A red inkstone flew out from under his wide robe, which was obviously also a great magic weapon.

"People from your sect?"

A hint of cruelty flashed across the middle-aged fat man's round face, and he said sternly: "Since you have been discovered, just silence me."

Situ Yong didn't say anything, but his face was equally ruthless: he must not walk on the news of the Xianmo Sect, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

The two of them had aroused their murderous intentions, and they were floating in the air at the same time to stay. However, before the two of them could fly out of the woods, a red light had already shot from far to near, and in just a blink of an eye, they came to the two of them.

When the dazzling red light disappeared, an elegant figure with long sleeves in his hands appeared, and it was Liu Wenzhong who was smiling!

Situ Yong looked surprised, and the nervous expression on his face disappeared without a trace. He laughed and said, "I said who is it? It turns out that you are your nephew, haha~ You are not in Tianshu Peak to practice, why are you here to travel outside in this wilderness?"

"Of course I'm here to see you, uncle,"

Liu Wenzhong floated in the air, his eyes scanning Situ Yong and the middle-aged fat man's faces, "This fellow Taoist next to him is Elder Wang of the Xianmo Sect. I seemed to hear just now that Uncle Master and Elder Wang are discussing murdering the head?"

Situ Yong's face turned cold when he heard this. He surrounded Liu Wenzhong, one left and one right, and the magic weapon flying around him buzzed, flying faster and faster.

Liu Wenzhong turned a blind eye, held the long sword on his waist with his left hand, and whispered: "Master Situ, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, and turning back is the shore. As long as you can regret it, explain to your master the plot planned by the Xianmo Sect, I will not take your life..."

"Take my life? Hahaha~"

As if he heard something extremely ridiculous, Situ Yong raised his head and laughed, looking at Liu Wenzhong slanderously and said, "Little kid, I have been a great apprentice of the sect for a few days, and I forgot what your surname is, right? Today I will give you a long memory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Yong waved his right hand, and the white flying sword roared and drew a white line in the air and stabbed Liu Wenzhong directly. While the flying sword shot out, there were already light white marks flashing in the air, which could be vaguely seen as some profound immortal texts.

The Xianmo Sect monk next to him followed closely behind. The inkstone in front of him shone red, and it swelled in the wind, turning into a treasure inkstone the size of a water tank, and slapped it towards Liu Wenzhong's head!

The two magic weapons are extremely powerful, and the spiritual power fluctuations caused by attacks are very amazing. Wherever the magic weapons pass, the dense tree crown is instantly cut into several pieces by the sword energy, or ignited by flames.

Liu Wenzhong shook his head slightly, sighed, and gently raised his right hand.

With Liu Wenzhong's movements, the long sword on his waist made a loud dragon roar, and it came out. In just a blink of an eye, the long sword changed into two and two, and countless sharp swords flashing out of thin air appeared in front of Situ Yong and the middle-aged fat man!

There are too many flying swords that are red all over the mountains and fields, so that you can hardly see the surrounding mountains and forests at a glance. Just like a huge group of fish gathered in the sea, they formed a formation in the air and swam freely, and they easily attacked the two of them.

After all, Situ Yong has been practicing for hundreds of years. When he saw this situation, he was shocked. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and threw out a magic weapon less than a foot long, as if it was a scroll, quickly unfolding in the air, blocking himself in an instant.

The Xianmo Sect's movements were a little slower, and he was shocked by the huge sword formation. It was too late to try to pinch the skills and cast the spells.

The vast number of flying swords had already aimed at the two of them and shot out overwhelmingly!

"Clang clang clang!"

A series of metal friction sounds that make people feel toothed came one after another. The two of them were wrapped in the sword formation, like two helpless birds being besieged by overwhelming locusts. Their magic weapons were also submerged in them, and they had long been unable to see the traces, and there was only bright red in their eyes.

After a while, the sword formation changed from more to less, and finally four into two, two into one, and regrouped into a long sword surrounding Liu Wenzhong. The whole process was just lightly pinching the magic trick, and his body was not moved.

The sword formation disappeared, and the middle-aged fat man in the air was no longer visible. He could only vaguely see countless blood and minced meat on the ground, and the red inkstone magic weapon also broke into several pieces and fell to the ground. The treasure light on it had long been annihilated.

Situ Yong's condition was not much better, his face was pale, and there was a deep bone-deep wound on his left leg.
Chapter completed!