With a loud "Boom!", Huangfuyang fell to the ground and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

The Immortal Spirit Sword also felt uncomfortable, and was also knocked back, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Grandpa! How are you? Are you okay!" Huangfujie shouted hurriedly.

"It's okay! You all spread out. This Immortal Yuanling Sword is very powerful, so don't get hurt by it," Huangfuyang said.

Just as he was talking, the Immortal Spirit Sword suddenly shot down, as fast as lightning and as fast as the wind. In the blink of an eye, it hit Huangfuyang's chest.

"Cang!" Huangfuyang used his long sword to block it, but the blow from the Xianyuan Spirit Sword was too powerful and overbearing, and he underestimated the blow too much. There were already cracks in the long sword in his hand, and his internal organs were about to be shattered.

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"Poof!" Huangfuyang spurted out another large mouthful of blood. This time, his vitality was seriously injured.

Seeing that his great-grandfather was seriously injured, Huangfujie said anxiously: "Let's all help and lock him up."

Everyone stood there motionless, as if it had nothing to do with them.

"You guys! Come here and help!" Huang Fujie felt unhappy.

We are not fools. Just now Chu Zheng was killed by a sword through his heart. They don't want to provoke this god of death again because they don't want to die young.

"You! Why are you all still standing there? Come here and help!" Huangfujie was anxious.

Huangfu Yang was no match for the Xianyuan Spirit Sword, not to mention that he had been seriously injured before. Although the injury was almost healed after ten days of breath adjustment, it was still not completely healed. At this moment, he suffered such a heavy attack again.

, it can be said that the injuries are getting worse; if you continue to fight, your life will not be long!

"You..." Huangfujie looked at the people who were still indifferent and refused to move even half a step. He was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

"Haha...you are not your great-grandfather, no one will listen to you here." Feng Yun sneered.

"You!..." Huangfujie said angrily.

Feng Yun said: "Forget it, everyone is not a fool. Can we lock this thing? We don't want to become the second Chu Zheng."

Huangfujie glanced at everyone and said angrily: "You! Do you all think this way?"

After waiting for a while, Feng Yun said: "Look, everyone has already acquiesced. In fact, you should be very clear in your heart. If it were you, I think you would do the same, right?"

"Hmph!" Huangfujie snorted angrily and said, "If you don't help me, I will save my great-grandfather myself."

Feng Yun sneered and said, "Please do as you please!"

Huangfujie rushed forward and cut him down with one sword. But as soon as he got close to the Xianyuan Spirit Sword, he was knocked away. The reason was for no other reason than that he was too weak and the Xianyuan Spirit Sword was too strong.

"Amitabha!" The old monk suddenly passed through the blocking wall of the Immortal Spirit Sword and entered the inner courtyard.

"Uncle Taishi!" Huiwu said.

"Master! Please save my great-grandfather." Huangfujie, who was vomiting blood, said hurriedly.

"Amitabha! Good! Good!" The old monk suddenly put his hands together, and immediately, a golden light burst out, knocking back the Xianyuan Spirit Sword that was attacking Huangfu Yang.

Everyone looked at the old monk with some surprise. They were surprised that the old monk's strength could actually repel such a powerful Immortal Spirit Sword.

The Xianyuan Spirit Sword seemed to be a little afraid of the Buddha's light. It stopped in the air and watched the old monk cautiously, not daring to move rashly.

"Amitabha! God has the virtue of a good life, and will forgive others when he finds mercy! Can you let them go?" said the old monk.

The Xianyuan Spirit Sword seemed to be psychic, and it made a killing motion in the air, as if to warn the old monk not to meddle in his own business.

"Amitabha! It's not easy for you to practice even this far. Why do you want to kill rashly?" the old monk said.

"Whoops!" The Immortal Spirit Sword suddenly struck at the old monk with great speed.

The old monk waved his palm, and with a "Cang!" sound, the Xianyuan Spirit Sword was knocked back. He himself also retreated several times, and blood flowed from his hands.

"This old monk is really powerful! He can actually block the blow of the Xianyuan Spirit Sword with his bare hands." The fighting spirit suddenly sighed.

"Brother Zhanhun, it seems our time has come." Feng Yun said.

War Spirit said: "Haha... Boy, you are right. The time is coming soon. As long as the old monk injures the immortal spirit, we can suck him over."

"Master, they worked together to take it down," Huangfuyang said.

"Amitabha!" The old monk suddenly struck out with another palm, and saw a huge golden palm hitting the Xianyuan Spirit Sword at high speed.

Xian Yuanling was not a character who gave in. He suddenly thrust his sword into the huge golden hand.

The penetrating power and strength of the Xianyuan Spirit Sword were indeed powerful, but this time he hit a wall; he was slapped to the ground by the old monk.

A strange cry came out, it was obviously that the Xianyuan Spirit Sword had been severely damaged and was screaming.

"The good opportunity is now." Feng Yun hurriedly used the 'Yuan Devouring Technique' and at the same time the seven-star reversal, the acupuncture point where the sword energy of Wan Jian Gui Zong rushed through was immediately released, and with a wave of his finger, a huge suction force, instantly,

It absorbed the immortal spirit.

At this time, the fighting spirit exerted its force, and in an instant, the immortal spirit that was caught off guard was sucked into his body.

Everyone was startled, and then turned to look at Feng Yun, with anger on their faces and more of murderous intent.

The person with the ugliest face was Huangfu Yang. He almost risked his own life, but now he was taking advantage of others. How could he feel better? He didn't rush to kill Feng Yun, so he could bear it.

Huangfujie roared angrily: "Cuntu, what do you mean at this time? You haven't done anything and you just want to create a unique immortal soul?"

Feng Yun smiled and said: "You can't say that? What do you mean I didn't do anything? Didn't I subdue him? I don't want him to kill our people anymore. I am doing this for your own good. Do you understand?"

"Stop quibbling here and hand over the Immortal Yuanling quickly." Huangfujie said.

"Yes! Hand it over!" Du Qing also said.

"Poof!" Suddenly, Feng Yun spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his face turned as pale as paper.

The others were slightly stunned, but then they thought about it and their expressions suddenly changed.

It’s all in my belly, and you still want to go out, please be quiet.

Feng Yun immediately took out a golden bell inside his body and covered the Immortal Yuanling inside.

Feng Yun took a deep breath and said: "Everyone has seen that I am using my own life to save your lives. If I release him, are you sure you can surrender him?"
Chapter completed!