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Hearing Fu Quanliang's sharp shout, the man in green clothes at the head was slightly startled. After taking a look at Fu Quanliang, his smile gradually became playful:

Interesting...there is such a coincidence.

When he first entered Lingquan, he faced the Taoist realm and a group of Lingquan monks alone. The pressure was self-evident, and Fu Quanliang's fingertips could not help but tremble for a while.

Entering the Dao realm, this is already an existence at the level of an outer sect elder. To the original him, he is almost like heaven.

Although he was frightened in his heart, out of his trust in Chu Zheng, Fu Quanliang still had to stay calm at this moment.

Waiting for Chu Zheng to find an opportunity to take action, he beat all the people in front of him to death one by one.

Just like Jiang Cunhu back then.

I just said the information was wrong.

Sensing the aura fluctuations on Fu Quanliang's body, the man in green sneered:

How could Jiang Cunhu be killed by a monk at the seventh level of Yangli Realm? You are indeed a spiritual spring realm monk.

Xu Xinke retreated to Fu Quanliang's side, sweating on his back as well.

Everyone knows that the Phantom Spirit Sect and the Yeguang Pavilion are at war. These people, wearing the costumes of the Phantom Spirit Sect, are going deep into the hinterland of the Phantom Spirit Sect, and their intentions are certainly not small.

Your Mightiness……

Seal the mountain.

The man tilted his head and said, interrupting Xu Xinke's words, and looked at Fu Quanliang with cold eyes:

The Tianhe Sect died today.

Most of the Yeguang Pavilion monks immediately followed the order and jointly set up formations to lock the four sides. Their movements were familiar, and it was obviously not the first time they had done this kind of thing.

Chu Zheng remained motionless. Cold sweat broke out on Fu Quanliang's forehead. He turned around in his mind and immediately spoke loudly:

Senior, wait a moment, the Yeguang Pavilion and the Phantom Sect are at war, I can be the internal response...

As soon as these words came out, the man looked thoughtful, but after just one breath, he shook his head:

That's all, what's the use of keeping the grass on the wall at both ends of the head rat? If I take your head back, I can exchange it with Elder Jiang for two thousand spiritual stones. It's better than nothing.

Why is it only two thousand yuan?

Fu Quanliang ignored the previous words and couldn't help but reply that the spirit stone Chu Zheng had just spent could buy him two lives.

Now he is still a spiritual spring realm monk no matter what.

call out--

A piercing whistle exploded, and the flying sword flew into the air, slashing to the side of Fu Quanliang's neck in a snap of his fingers!

The man in Tsing Yi made a ruthless and decisive move. He already had murderous intent in his breath and was heading straight for the beheading!

clang--

A jade tablet appeared in front of Fu Quanliang, blocking the flying sword.

Fellow Taoist, wait a minute!

An old man quickly stepped into the main hall, his face was solemn, his aura was floating around him, and he had already entered the Tao.

Master Nanfeng.

The man in green recalled the flying sword and spoke slowly, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. It was obvious that he had never taken the old man seriously.

The flying sword was intact, and there was already a nearly inch-deep sword mark on the jade tablet, indicating a high and low judgment.

Master, they are from Yeguang Pavilion!

Seeing the arrival of Master Nanfeng, Xu Xinke spoke quickly, his panic calmed slightly.

Is it possible that you don't know this?

Master Nanfeng's face darkened: The war contract between Yeguang Pavilion and Phantom Spirit Sect states that it is strictly prohibited to harass other sects. If found true, Taixu Holy Land will severely punish...

This place is the realm of the Phantom Spirit Sect. Even if the incident happened, it was the Phantom Spirit Sect's fault. What does it have to do with us?

The man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly, and then suddenly said:

By the way, I haven't told you yet, I am the elder of the outer gate of Yeguang Pavilion, Lai Baojiang...

Hearing him announce his family name, Master Nanfeng's face became even more ugly. He was so presumptuous that he regarded them all as dead people.

Fellow Taoist, is there still room for change? Master Nanfeng still wanted to struggle.

You will commit suicide and I will leave you a complete corpse...

The expression on Lai Baojiang's face turned away, leaving only a look of coldness. Before he finished speaking, a strong strong wind suddenly blew in his ears.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically, and he was about to retreat, but his movements suddenly became much slower, and he could only give half of his body, one step too late.

A large spear pierced out from the void, with a sharp edge and bone-piercing coldness. Three feet of sharp light shot out from the tip of the spear. It instantly pierced Lai Baojiang's left shoulder, and then he picked it up and tore off his entire left arm.

His reaction was extremely fast, his flesh and blood squirming stopped the blood splattering everywhere, he pulled back and left the hall in just one breath.

It was only at this moment that the few Yeguang Pavilion monks who were still in the hall could barely react. Their expressions changed drastically, and they turned around and ran away.

Chu Zheng walked out of the void without any pause, his body was like a breeze, the second shot came first, within three breaths, he fired several shots, easily smashing the backs of several people's heads.

Immortal bone fragments exuding a shimmering light were mixed with brain matter splashing around.

Now, his strength is completely different from that of the Song Dynasty. A monk in the Lingquan Realm cannot withstand his blow at all.

Coupled with the fourth-level spear in hand, it is even more powerful.

Looking at the big gun in Chu Zheng's hand, Lai Baojiang's expression gradually changed, and he was a little unbelievable:

The ultimate magic weapon?! Who are you?

There are only a few magic weapons of this level in the hands of even the Divine Infant Realm monks.

Come here! Lai Baojiang shouted sharply, trying to recall Fengshan's disciples.

Although he suffered severe injuries, he remained extremely calm. The person in front of him was only at the Spiritual Spring Realm. Even if he was seriously injured, it would not be difficult to take down this person with the help of several fellow disciples.

When the time comes... this top-quality magic weapon will also fall into his hands.

However, there was dead silence in the mountains and fields, and there was no response at all.

They're all dead.

Chu Zheng stepped out of the hall slowly, waved his gun to shake off the blood stained on the tip of the gun, and said lightly:

I'm a businessman.

He has never fought against monks who have entered the Taoist realm, so naturally he must ensure a retreat first. Killing the few monks who blocked the road first is the best strategy.

Even if you are unable to defeat them, you will be able to advance and retreat freely.

Lai Baojiang's expression changed, and he stared at Chu Zheng. The flying sword lingered in front of him, and the magic power in his body circulated to the Dantian Daoji, and he had already made the intention to retreat.

His thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he began to think about how to escape. In terms of speed, the person in front of him would definitely not be able to catch up with him...

puff!

Before he could make any move, his heart felt hot. His face was sluggish, he lowered his head, and half of the wooden sword broke out of his chest. The broken end was as dark as fire.

Before he could react, there was a flower in front of him, and the wooden sword disappeared without a trace. Then, the side of his neck suddenly felt hot, and his vision started to spin, and finally sank into darkness.

Chu Zheng put away his spear and recalled the Tiangang Sword, gaining a general understanding of his own strength.

Even if he fights head-on, he will not be weaker than the monks in the early stages of entering the Dao realm, and may even be three points stronger.

I have been practicing for less than a year, and it is not easy to have this kind of skill.

clang--

The flying sword in mid-air was unmanned and fell from the air with a crisp sound.

Fu Quanliang ran out of the hall quickly, the pale color on his face still not dissipating, his legs shaking slightly, breathing heavily, as if venting his anger, he kicked away Lai Baojiang's severed head.

There is a blood mark on the side of his neck, which is still bleeding slightly. It was scratched by the sword energy just now, and his head will be cut off with just a trace.

After calming down for a moment, he picked up the flying sword beside him and began to clean the battlefield, removing the storage bags from the corpses one by one.

Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist. I don't know what to call you?

Master Nanfeng walked over quickly and bowed, his face full of gratitude.

If it weren't for Chu Zheng, Tianhe Sect would definitely cease to exist.

I am Fu Quanliang, and that person just now was my brother Fu Liang. These people just admitted their mistake.

Chu Zheng replied casually, without giving his real name, and then said:

I suggest that Master Nanfeng should take the Tianhe Sect to retreat for a while. There may be far more people in Yeguang Pavilion nearby than this group of people.

Thank you for reminding me. I will take my disciples to Phantom City and report this matter to Taixu Holy Land through Phantom Sect.

Master Nanfeng nodded repeatedly, he thought so too.

A moment later, Xu Xinke, who had disappeared just now, came in a hurry and presented a brocade box with both hands:

This is the kind of fire that Fellow Daoist Fu asked for. You don't need the spirit stone. Think of it as a thank you gift from my Tianhe Sect.

Chu Zheng didn't say much and put away the brocade box directly. Five thousand spirit stones was not a small amount, so it would be better to save it. He was not so generous yet.

After a while, Fu Quanliang strode over with a happy face and more than ten storage bags hanging on his waist.

More than a dozen corpses in Yeguang Pavilion were stripped naked, not even the cassocks on their bodies were left behind.

I'll do this at noon first, and there are three more shifts in the evening, so I have to wait until I get off work.