"Then, what is that..."

Li Qiuran looked at the magic image of the ghost king floating above Ye Wujin's head with horror, muttering to himself.

Bai Ruoshui was also shocked. The evil ghost figure was hideous and terrifying, and exuded a fierce and fierce aura, like a demon crawling out of hell, which made her feel chill!

"He seems to be an evil cultivator of the ghost realm..."

This idea came to their minds immediately.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Qiuran felt endless regret.

He knew that the ghost disciples could not be touched. They were all evil people who ate people and did not spit bones. These two people were disguised as if they were hypocritical, and they were actually ghost martial artists!

And at this moment, Li Shouting was so shocked that he was beyond shock.

"Two of you, this is all misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

Li Shouting waved his hand quickly and said, while retreating.

The sword finger he used before was the king's sword finger. In the case of sneak attack, it should be effortless to kill a Wuling Realm and seriously injured a Wuning Realm.

As a result, the result of this old and the young is unscathed.

This is too scary.

But he obviously thought too much, and the old and the young would not not hold him accountable just because of his misunderstanding!

A giant qilin claw with a ferocious blood light rushed from his left front!

A sword aura containing the ancient sword intent slashed from his right front!

I will not leave him any way out!

Li Shouting was shocked and directly activated the sword energy of King Wu and turned into a shield. He resisted the blood-in-the-root claws, and suddenly blasted forward with his right fist, and said anxiously: "Two of you, I am the elder of the Sword Yunfeng of the Holy Martial Sword Sect. All this is a misunderstanding. Stop it quickly!"

After saying this, Li Shouting thought the other party would be shocked by his identity and restrained it, but he didn't expect...

After the Blood Round claw, a giant black gold ghost pestle hit him hard.

The old man in black also waved his hand, condensed a big handprint of true energy, and slapped Li Shouting's face!

"ah!"

"ah!"

"No!"

"Save me, grandson!"

Li Qiuran, kneeling under the hills, was shocked like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture!

He saw that Li Shouting, the third elder of Jianyun Peak, was his grandfather, and the dignified King Realm sword cultivator, was completely tortured by the old and the young.

Bang-!

The Ming Cang Sword slapped again, causing Li Shouting's bones to collapse on his old face and flew backwards.

Li Shouting fell heavily under the hills and fell in front of his grandson Li Qiuran. His mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted, his nose was blue and swollen, which was a terrible sight.

This scene scared the sword cultivators around Li Qiuran and flew away in a flash!

Damn it’s all the same thing. Mr. Li’s grandfather and a sword cultivator in the king realm were beaten like this grandma.

They continue to stay here, and they have to wait for death!

"grandfather!"

Li Qiuran couldn't believe that all this was true.

Grandpa was beaten up too?

He was beaten to the point of being like a grandson...

"Li, Elder Li..." Bai Ruoshui covered her little mouth, her pupils trembled and trembled.

She would never have dreamed that the old and the young were such a strong and domineering person.

At this time, Ye Wuzong looked at them, as if he was talking to himself, saying, "A sword cultivator in the kingdom should have many hidden swords..."

Li Qiuran quickly woke up and pulled down the storage bag on Li Shouting's body, bowed and handed it to Ye Wuzong: "Two, don't kill us, I'll give you all my grandfather's treasures!"

Li Shouting was in his grandson's arms. When he heard that his grandson wanted to give all his treasures to others, his qi and blood were attacking his heart. While coughing up blood, he stared at Li Qiuran.

This is a loser!

"There is still room for conditions for death?"

Ye Wuzong and Ming Cang Jian flew directly down the hills. Ye Wuzong walked towards them with the Blood Rod Sword, saying with a smile.

He has given these people a chance.

Even completely ignored the farce.

It's a pity that they don't know how to cherish it.

Killing is common.

But Ye Wuzong doesn't like to kill some "serious pens".

I'm afraid that my sword will be dirty.

The Ming Cang Sword naturally doesn’t care about Ye Wuzong’s approach. As a human being, you should be a little more ruthless. Moreover, these people are not good men and women, and they are determined to kill them. This is just as Ye Wuzong said, the bond between the two sides is a dead enemy.

Fear enveloped Li Qiuran's heart.

He was frightened and a smell of urine spread out from under him.

Ye Wujin kept walking in front of him.

Li Qiuran didn't know where the power came from, so he put down his grandfather in his arms, turned his head and ran away desperately.

Extremely fast!

The Nine Prison Sword rushed over, as fast as lightning, stabbed Li Qiuran on his right shoulder, and the next moment, pierced directly!

Li Qiuran howled and rushed forward, and was nailed to the ground by a sword. He was not dead, but screamed in pain.

Ye Wujin ignored Bai Ruoshui and did not know that the woman had regarded him as an object that she could hook up with.

At this moment, he regarded it as a complete demon.

Ye Wujin squatted down, and in the terrified eyes of Li Shouting, his fingertips pinched his right arm bone and stroked him inch by inch.

A little perverted...

"You, what are you going to do..."

Li Shouting was shocked.

"You can't kill you, as long as you condense the sword spirit that satisfies me..."

Ye Wuzong stated.

But when this sentence fell into Li Shouting's eyes, he was so scared that he was completely out of his mind!

He screamed, "You are indeed an evil disciple! Get out of here, get out of here!!!"

"Sure enough, there is a mid-grade sword spirit."

Ye Wuzong raised his eyebrows, as if he had found something special on the five finger bones of Li Shouting's right hand.

Li Shouting pulled his hand back hard and shouted hysterically: "If you dare to touch me, Jian Yunfeng will not let you go!"

Ye Wuzong clenched his fist and directly broke Li Shouting's five fingers with one punch. The five fingers broke and twisted strangely.

"ah!"

Ten fingers connected to the heart, and the severe pain made Li Shouting scream and gasp!

Bai Ruoshui saw her pretty face covered in cold sweat. She only realized now that she had underestimated the cruelty of the young man in black.

On Li Shouting's arm, the true energy of the sword dissipated.

Ye Wuzong activated the sword spirit emperor bone, and an exquisite and small black sword appeared in the palm of his palm, absorbing the true energy of these swords.

Li Shouting was extremely desperate, his eyes gradually became resentful, and he stared at Ye Wuzong and cursed: "Little beast, you must die a good death!"

Suddenly, Ming Cang Jian raised his head slightly and reminded him: "Boy, someone is here!"

Suddenly, a fierce palm wind blew from the sky not far away and hit Ye Wuzong.

Ye Wujin's eyes condensed, and his palm instantly turned into a blood-tonk claw, blocking it on the right side. With a bang, the rocks around Ye Wujin exploded directly.

Bai Ruoshui was overturned.

Ye Wujin flipped a sideways and landed steadily. When he looked up, his eyes became colder.

There were two figures in the sky, one wearing a white robe and the other wearing a black robe.

However, both the white robe and the black robe look dirty and greasy, as if they were people walking out of the deep mountains and forests.

Ye Wujin looked expressionless and said, "Shouze people like to meddle in other people's business..."

There were three guards in the deserted deserted zodiac. At this time, two of them were alarmed. The air seemed to solidify. They were very powerful masters in the king realm, but they seemed to be a distance away from the War King.
To be continued...