The third uncle always wants to elope

'Crack! '

Fang Shaoqian's neck was twisted abruptly, and his head maintained a strange arc, but he was not dead, and smiled sinisterly at the face with the double books in his arms.

"Buried with you?" Fang Shaoqian sneered, got out of Huai Shuangshu's hands, and said sarcastically, "It's up to you?"

The red mist kicked up the flying sand on the ground, and the violent wind blew people a little unsteadily, the face of the flying white shirt and double books became more and more seductive, and the dark and prey eyes quenched the poison, and others couldn't help but look terrified Cold.

Chang Xin: "Master, that Lord Guixian might have a demon in his heart. If we don't stop him, even we will be in danger."

Wu Renlin's face was sullen, but finally he let out a long sigh, "I...can't stop him."

Hearing this, Zhang Xin felt a little worried, turned his head, and looked at the battle situation in front of him.

The two of them didn't touch any weapons, they were fighting head-to-head with their internal cultivation. Fang Shaoqian's moves were cunning and weird, while Huai Shuangshu was more irrational and crazy than usual.

Fang Shaoqian's brows and eyes gradually turned cold. The most difficult thing in the world is that a repressed and restrained person becomes an unscrupulous mad dog.

Because besides being aggressive, this kind of person is smart enough...

Fang Shaoqian's fingers turned into claws to hold Huai Shuangshu's shoulder. Huai Shuangshu looked indifferent, and directly took off his arm, and the other hand hit Fang Shaoqian's chest in an instant.

Fang Shaoqian frowned, and hurriedly took a step back.

Although he dodged quickly, Fang Shaoqian still felt a pain in his chest. When he looked down, he found that there were also a few scars with deep bone visible on it.

This is not the way to go...

Fang Shaoqian thought in his heart, seeing the figure of Huai Shuangshu jumping over again, he suddenly had a plan in his mind, he turned sideways to avoid the attack of Huai Shuangshu, and then the black air in his hand rolled up the long sword on the ground , While attracting Huai Shuangshu's attack, he stabbed the long sword on the ground towards Huai Shuangshu's back.

"Master Guixian, be careful!" Wu Tomaoyu exclaimed suddenly.

Huai Shuangshu didn't panic, and turned slightly to avoid the long sword behind him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Shaoqian had already bullied him. His blood-red pupils reflected Fang Shaoqian's face, and his eyes seemed to be filled with blood.

He took Fang Shaoqian's palm abruptly, and Fang Shaoqian succeeded with the blow, and he relaxed for a moment. The next second, he saw Huai Shuangshu flashing past his eyes with a long sword, and then there was a sharp pain in his arm. Look, I found that my hand had been cut off by Qi Gen.

Fang Shaoqian felt a little hazy, this person's current moves are completely planning to die with him, being cruel to others, and even more cruel to himself, all relying on the bloody thought of killing in his mind, manipulating everything in this person action.

The Immortal Cultivation sect standing in the inner courtyard looked at the scene in fear, when suddenly a group of disciples of the Immortal Chong sect ran up the mountain, all of them were more or less injured.

The other disciples carried a person on their shoulders, their legs had already been cut off, and it was all the disciples next to him holding their last breath.

"Ren'an!" Wu Renlin's eyes widened suddenly, and he flew out from the inner courtyard.

"Master..." The two disciples next to him put Ren'an down, and Wu Renlin hurriedly caught him.

Wu Renlin's eyes were full of pain, all the emotions weighed on him as if he had stepped into twilight overnight, his throat trembled and he couldn't speak, "You..."

Ren'an shook his head, and said with difficulty: "Master, run away quickly, those demon troops have already gone up the mountain..."

Wu Renlin gradually fell silent, raised his eyes and asked the disciple next to him, "How many..."

Hearing this, the disciple of the Xianchong Sect had an ugly expression on his face, and he froze without saying a word. After a while, a disciple from the corner slowly stood up and replied, "One hundred thousand..."

These two words were like countless thunderbolts, which made Wu Renlin a little delirious.

Counting all the disciples of the Immortal Cultivation sect here, they can barely get together 1 people, how can they compare to the [-] troops in the Demon Realm.

"Master Zu..." Two lines of tears rolled down Ren An's eyes, he held Wu Renlin's hand tightly, and cried, "Senior Brother Yi Zhi and the others... they have already wiped out the entire army..."

What about Feng Yingying?

She and Yi Zhi are together, now...

Wu Renlin couldn't ask this question in the end, he just clenched his fists, raised his head slowly, and ordered in a deep voice: "...can't go."

He touched Ren'an's head, his eyes were rarely warm and decadent, "I...I'm sorry for you...but I can't go..."

If he left, the world of cultivating immortals must be the world of this demon world. It will be difficult to have a bright future in the future. The people of the secular world have all become innocent victims. Now they stay and fight to the death. Give the Demon Realm a heavy blow, and give the Immortal Cultivation World a respite. When the Demon Realm army makes a comeback, there will be a new batch of disciples filling these immortal sects.

The disciples of the Xianchong Sect who heard this already understood what Wu Renlin meant. They looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally knelt down, knocked their foreheads on the ground, and said loudly in unison: "The disciple is willing to live and die with the master!"

The heads of those sects didn't know, so they stood in the inner courtyard and waited and watched. It wasn't until the next second that they saw the army of demons rushing up from the mountain, that they finally understood.

... Today, I'm afraid I can't escape.

Wu Tomoma returned to Changxin's side, pretending to be relaxed and made a joke, "Brother, if you die here today, can you agree to my request?"

Chang Xin looked down at him, and said solemnly: "I won't let you die."

"I said what if? Senior brother, can you fulfill my request?" Wu Tomoma still looked at him persistently.

Chang Xin glanced at him in a daze, but didn't speak.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement!" Wu Tomato continued to speak to himself.

"If there is an afterlife...I want to see you again."

Chang Xin was startled when he heard this, and he couldn't understand what he meant. When he realized it, Wu Tomato had already rushed out, and his fluttering clothes looked like a moth rushing into the flames. Desperate to prove something.

"You can't kill me..." Fang Shaoqian smiled coldly, and said mockingly, "Don't waste any more time, hand over the Eternal Soul Lamp."

Huai Shuangshu didn't seem to hear his taunt, and the red mist turned into dozens of daggers and shot at Fang Shaoqian.

"I don't know what's good!" Fang Shaoqian felt a little impatient in his heart, and he didn't want to spend any more time with him. The black energy was released from his body, revealing a huge vortex in the air. The disciples of the magic soldier fighting sect gradually began to feel a little untenable.

Thinking of something long letter, suddenly shouted, "Steady your primordial spirits!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several disciples of cultivating immortals fell to the ground.

Seeing Huai Shuangshu looking at him coldly, Fang Shaoqian laughed and said, "Although your second uncle's skills are good, he has a fatal flaw. It also consumes quickly, you have been reluctant to give me a fatal blow for so long, you must have guessed that there is not much skill left in my body."

"However... I'm going to disappoint you..." Fang Shaoqian raised the hand that was cut off by Huai Shuangshu, and the severed arm on it has grown back, "I added a few steps to that exercise, this . ..”

"It can no longer be called a weakness..."

Fang Shaoqian's words did not arouse the slightest reaction from Huai Shuangshu, on the contrary, the moves in his hands became more and more fierce.

Everyone also discovered that the vortex in the sky can suck away people's primordial spirit. While desperately resisting the magic soldiers below, they had to deal with that weird vortex carefully.

Seeing that many souls of cultivating disciples were sucked in, Wu Renlin pondered for a moment, ready to join Huai Shuangshu and Fang Shaoqian in the middle of the battle.

'Boom! '

At this moment, a strange sound began to sound from the ground, and then the ground began to tremble, and long cracks were cracked in the ground. The crowing crow flew across the air, and the expression of the double book became more and more calm.

Fang Shaoqian looked at him vigilantly, and the surroundings became strangely quiet, revealing the dead silence that was about to come through the storm.

'Boom! ' There was another bang.

Countless howls of ghosts and wolves began to pour out from the cracks in the ground, the restriction of the Xianchong Sect was broken by Huai Shuangshu, and the roof was blown up in the air by the strong wind. It was almost noon, but the sky was also rolling with black clouds, like It's about to rain cats and dogs!

A very strange voice was faintly heard in the ears of the crowd, which sounded like crying, but also like laughter, like a man or a woman, like an adult or a child.

The expressions of those demon soldiers began to twist, and suddenly they knelt on the ground holding their heads and moaned.

Fang Shaoqian looked at him gloomily, and said with a smile, "It seems that you have left behind."

These demon soldiers are not born as demons, some have gone astray, and some are willing to fall into it, but they are no more intelligent than those monsters, so they all have a common weakness, that is, their hearts are weak. There is an insurmountable magic barrier, Huai Shuangshu used the voice from the bottom of the Wangchuan River to wake up the inner demons of these demon soldiers, and the threat to the disciples of those sects was much less.

Those sect masters and disciples also found out, but it's a pity that these voices are not only useful to those magic soldiers, but also extremely threatening to them cultivators. The surrounding disciples surrounded him, temporarily blocking the sound.

The fight between Huai Shuangshu and Fang Shaoqian in the sky became more and more intense, and only black and white figures could be vaguely seen, shuttling in the black vortex, light and shadow were like swords, weapons collided, and the sound of palms and winds came from inside. It was heard that both of them tried their best to support the last obsession in their minds, and neither of them wanted to relax.

Fang Shaoqian's body turned into a phantom and disappeared from Huai Shuangshu's eyes.

Realizing that Fang Shaoqian's figure was behind him, Huai Shuangshu's expression was indifferent, without looking back, the long sword brushed his armpit, and stabbed straight behind him.

The sound of the blade sinking into the flesh came from the ear, Fang Shaoqian had no pain on his face, staring quietly at the back of Huai Shuangshu's head, and said grimly: "I finally found it..."

"You are also wondering where the long soul lamp is..."

Huai Shuangshu was stunned when he heard this, and finally there was some waves in his eyes.

A dark light flashed in Fang Shaoqian's eyes, his fingers became claws, and a crazy smile was suppressed in his eyes.

"I'm here to tell you now..."

As soon as the words fell, Fang Shaoqian's hands had already touched the clothes behind Huai Shuangshu.

The body seemed to have sensed the danger, and quickly stiffened, but Huai Shuangshu felt relieved, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

At the critical moment, Huai Shuangshu was pushed away by a strong force.

Fang Shaoqian, who thought he had succeeded, raised his eyes and found that he was not carrying double books in his hand, but a magic soldier in a black robe.

"You!" Fang Shaoqian angrily pulled his hand from the man's chest and kicked him out of the air.

"Okay!" Fang Shaoqian slowly squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "It seems that I have underestimated you these years..."

There was a big hole in the man's chest, and he fell from the air, splashing dust all over the floor.

That face was still ugly, with a bit of a greasy look!

瞡魔...

Huai Shuangshu suddenly remembered that not long ago he asked Chang Xin if he had sent him a letter, but Chang Xin directly said no. clear...

...it turns out it was someone else.

"Young Palace Master, now is the time!" The long-lost address roared from Su Mo's mouth, awakening Huai Shuangshu's train of thought.

He finally realized that the long sword in his hand flew across the air and flew towards Fang Shaoqian's eyebrows.

Fang Shaoqian on the other end hastily took a step back, but it was too late, the long sword that was about to pierce his brow disappeared, and Huai Shuangshu had jumped behind him, and the long sword turned into a sharp sword wind, piercing through Fang Shaoqian's chest.