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Chapter 139 Fighting (Additional update, please give me a monthly ticket)
"kill!"

Fan Jie, who was hiding among the disciples of the Five Poisons Sect, held a long sword, crouched down, and suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

"Why would the Mingxu Sect choose this moment to suddenly attack the Five Poison Sect? I won't die here, will I?"

'Do not! '

'I can't die!'

"I, Norisuke, still have a bright future!"

He changed his mind, and the black long sword in his hand suddenly flashed, slashing across the throats of the two outer disciples of the Tianjian lineage.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

Fan Jie did not stop, not even picking up the Qiankun bag from the corpse, and rushed forward like a black wind.

There is another person not far away!
They must be killed together, otherwise it will be difficult to escape the pursuit of Mingxu Sect!

His figure flashed across several feet, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the rocks came into view.

White clothes and gold thread.

An inner disciple of Mingxu Sect!
Suffer!
He was shocked, but when he sensed the other person's aura, a cruel sneer appeared on his face.

Break a hole?
Go to hell!

Zhu Ju frowned and looked at the blurry figure rushing towards him, his face solemn. He raised his hand and threw out the five-pointed flying knife.

The three orifices are innate.

Judging from the fact that the opponent just killed two outer disciples of Mingxu Sect with one move, he has little chance of winning if he doesn't use the flying knife.

Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit, so Zhu Ju certainly doesn't want to capsize in the ditch.

"Shh!"

Five cold rays of light flashed out.

"Flying sword!"

The visitor exclaimed, and a layer of black air suddenly burst out from his body.

Black air rolled in the sky, and the five-pointed flying knife's light dimmed instantly, and even its spirituality was greatly reduced.

What the hell?

Zhu Ju's heart was pounding, his eyes were shining, and the five-pointed flying knife was madly stirring towards the figure inside.

Five Elements Sword Technique—Sky Escape Sword Ring!
In an instant, the five-pointed flying knife made a circle, and the sword energy formed a spiral strangling force, rolling towards the target.

As one of the sword's killing moves, its power is naturally astonishing.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

Blood immediately burst out from the person's body, but the five-pointed flying knife also lost its power and fell to the ground with a clang.

"Ah……"

Fan Jie sneered and his knife flashed.

"Shh!"

The figure in front of him was torn into pieces without any resistance.

Ok?
Although he easily defeated his opponent, Fan Jie did not feel happy. Instead, he felt a sense of danger.

paper man!

The shattered figure turned into pieces of paper and fell to the ground.

The art of painted skin!

A few feet away, Zhu Ju's face was solemn, a scroll was already unfolded in his hand, and the true energy in his body was violently urged.

Picture of Ten Thousand Swords!
"Shh!"

"Swish!"

Sword Qi burst out from the scroll, forming thousands of rain arrows in the sky, raining down on the opponent.

With the experience from last time, the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram was even greater in his hands this time.

He even had enough energy to strangle the nearby Five Poison Sect disciples to death on the spot.

"what is this?"

Drawing people out of paper and turning thousands of swords into rain were beyond Fan Jie's expectations, and his face changed drastically.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

"boom!"

He swung the long sword in his hand, and a black wind suddenly rose in the field, rushing upwards and the sword energy in the sky began to dissipate.

However, the sword energy seemed endless, and Hei Feng could only resist it for a while, and there would always be a time when he could no longer hold on.

"puff!"

Under the crazy attack of thousands of sword energies, Fan Jie's sword skills became disordered and another wound appeared on his body.

The wounds are increasing.

blink.

He has become a bloody man.

Seeing that the opponent was about to collapse, Wanjiantu was the first to give up, and a ball of fire ignited in the middle of the scroll.

The sword energy in the sky also quietly dissipated.

"what!"

Fan Jie's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and growled, his body turned into a ray of blood light and rushed towards Zhu Ju.

"die!"

"Ah……"

Zhu Ju narrowed his eyes and blew lightly, then drew his sword from its sheath. He jumped up with the sword in hand, and the two figures collided in mid-air.

Ghosts and gods are limited!
Limited to ghosts and gods!
His true energy, physical body, and soul solidified his sword skills, and every move and every style was packed with tremendous force.

The speed is extremely fast.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

The two swords collided no less than a hundred times in an instant, and the sword energy whistled in all directions, cutting through pieces of rock.

"Peng!"

They both landed at the same time.

Zhu Ju glanced at the long sword in his hand, his expression visibly gloomy.

Vertical and horizontal sword,

There are actually several gaps!

The Zongheng Sword was forged by Zheng Hong with the power of an entire country. Although it is not sharp enough, its hardness has never disappointed people.

Even if it is hit by a magic weapon, it will not be damaged at all.

now,

The seemingly ordinary black knife in the opponent's hand actually cut a hole in his body. Doesn't this mean that the knife in the opponent's hand is of better quality?

and……

What kind of swordsmanship did this person use? It was as mysterious as that of ghosts and gods. He was able to fight with him even though he was seriously injured.

What if he wasn't seriously injured?

No if!

Zhu Ju gripped his long sword tightly and rushed out again.

"Huff...Huff..." Fan Jie's forehead was covered with sweat, and the wounds on his body kept bleeding. The excessive blood loss even made him feel like fainting.

No!

I can't drag this on any longer. Even if I defeat this person, I won't be able to escape.

Quick victory!

"Shh!"

The sky is full of darkness!

As the sword flashed, the surroundings suddenly darkened, and an invisible murderous intent rushed towards them.

Zhu Ju held his breath and swung his sword towards the incoming knife light.

The first limit - thousands of mountains shrouded in fog!
"boom!"

The sword force and true energy collided in the air.

Fan Jie's eyes trembled, and he rushed forward with his sword as one, like a dark blade light tearing through the void.

Coming towards him was also a flash of knife light.

The second limit - Yellow Spring Lines!
"when!"

The two swords collided.

There was another gap on the blade in Zhu Ju's hand, and some cracks appeared on it.

Maybe,

The next time the collision occurs, the Zongheng Sword will shatter on the spot.

Before Fan Jie could show any joy, a ray of bright moonlight suddenly appeared and fell silently on the ground.

wrong!

It's not moonlight, it's the light of a knife!
The third limit—the waning moon knocks on the door!
A waning moon passed through the sky, seemingly slowly but actually quickly passing over Fan Jie's body, revealing Zhu Ju's figure several feet away.

The waning moon hangs across the sky, blurring reality and illusion.

"it is good!"

"Good sword skills!"

Fan Jie's body was stiff, with a waning moon still in his eyes. He showed a bitter smile on his face and fell to the ground.

The three orifices are innate!

dead!
"Who is this guy? Why is he so difficult?"

Turning around, Zhu Ju, who was somewhat exhausted, picked up the flying knife on the ground, and a look of pain immediately appeared in his eyes.

A great loss of spirituality!
Although it is not to the point of being scrapped, it is almost there. I wonder how long it will take to restore it to its original state.

"Fortunately, I had the Five-pointed Flying Knife and the Ten Thousand Swords Diagram to severely injure my opponent first. Otherwise, even if I had realized the third limit, I would have escaped today."

"Judging from the movements this person just displayed, it's unlikely he'll be able to escape."

"what?"

"This Qiankun bag actually has restrictions!"

Most ordinary Qiankun bags can be opened by grinding with innate true qi, but this person's Qiankun bag actually has an extra layer of restriction.

No one other than the owner can open it.

However, the master is dead, and there are plenty of ways to break the ban, which makes Zhu Ju look forward to what is inside.

"Whoosh..." Just as he put away the spoils, a gust of wind came and a middle-aged man appeared on the ground.

Judging from his clothes, he is an inner disciple of the Tianjian lineage.

"Brother!"

Zhu Ju stopped and bowed.

"Junior brother..." The middle-aged man looked at the corpse on the ground with astonishment on his face:

"Did you kill him?"

"Lucky." Zhu Ju said:
"He was already seriously injured, and I took advantage of him. Unfortunately, two of my fellow disciples from the Heavenly Sword lineage also died."

"There's no way. Casualties are inevitable in today's situation." The man put away his expression and said:
"My name is Tianjian Baoxin, what's your name, Junior Brother?"

"Zhu Ju." Zhu Ju asked:
"Who is this person?"

"His name is Fan Jie, and he is a disciple of Master Heisha." Bao Xin said:
"Master Heisha is a Taoist monk from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Junior brother was able to kill Fan Jie, so his strength must be extraordinary."

"Lucky." Zhu Ju laughed dryly.
"What a fluke."

"Brother, what is the character of the Black Demon Master? If I kill his disciple, will I be retaliated against?"

"Uh..." Bao Xin was stunned, then burst into laughter:

"Junior brother, you are worrying too much!"

"Master Heisha has lived for over two hundred years, and he has at least two hundred disciples, if not three hundred. What's the point of just one Fan Jie?"

"and……"

He looked up at the sky and said:

"Whether True Man Heisha can escape the disaster today is still uncertain. Perhaps he has already been killed by the elders of the sect."

"That's good, that's good." Zhu Ju couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that.

Bao Xin smiled, turned around and avoided Zhu Ju's sight, his expression slightly sank, and his eyes slowly closed.

"Brother Fan, I have already created an opportunity for your brother, but..."

'I have done my best in this matter!'

'It's not my fault!'

…………

Overnight.

The Five Poisons Sect, which had been passed down for hundreds of years and had thousands of disciples, had its headquarters razed to the ground by the Mingxu Sect.

One of the three giant boats was left behind to clean up the mess, while the other two broke through the air again and headed towards the distance.

direction.

It is not the sect’s headquarters.

It was not until this time that Zhu Ju and others realized that destroying the Five Poison Sect was just the beginning.

Mingxu Sect,
He wanted to take the opportunity to establish his inviolable authority in the Shiwan Mountains.

Shortly after.

The Eighteen Thieves of Yinshan, a well-known group of robbers known for their ability to drive away beasts and control ghosts, were all wiped out.

The bandits from Soul-Snatching Valley, Poison Dragon Abyss, and Wind-Horror Ridge were successively killed by the disciples of Mingxu Sect who descended from the sky.

……

Within seven days.

The three void treasure ships rushed forward for thousands of miles.

Of the seven Taoist monks of Mingxu Sect, except for one who stayed in the sect, the remaining six went out together.

Various powerful magic weapons demonstrate their power.

Seven days.

Kill hundreds of thousands of bandits and robbers!
The ground is full of blood!
The edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains was in a state of panic for a while, and even the Xiao family market opened the formation to prohibit entry and exit.

The bandits who used to roam around have disappeared one by one.

Mingxu Sect.

Become an existence that cannot be provoked.

(End of this chapter)