In the city lord's palace, the members of the Bloodthirsty Sect were fleeing in all directions as if they were on the run.
From the time they broke into the banquet hall until now, only a few breaths have passed.
There were only a few of them, out of a dozen or twenty people, still alive.
Driving a disc-shaped magic weapon, Zheng Donglai had just soared into the sky.
A multi-colored sword light shot out from the banquet hall and chased after him.
Compared with him flying with a magic weapon, the speed of the sword light is at least several times faster.
Although he struck later, he arrived first. In just a moment, the sword light had already struck Zheng Donglai.
There was a 'poof' sound, and blood splashed everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, Zheng Donglai screamed and fell upside down from the sky.
The multicolored sword light flickered across the sky, turning into a slender figure wearing a green shirt.
This figure is undoubtedly Duan Changkong.
He stood in the void out of thin air. When his strength reached his level, people were swords and swords were people. As for his true body, he had already completely abandoned it.
From a high position, he looks down on all living beings.
His eyes fell straight on the street where Zheng Donglai fell.
Most of the street was densely covered with cracks. These cracks, extending from the position where Zheng Donglai landed, looked like spider webs.
The sword light that Duan Changkong transformed into, that sword strike almost cut him in half alive.
At this moment, he was already dead and could no longer die, and there was no longer any breath of life left.
As a person in the Sky Control Realm, he is indeed considered a strong person compared to ordinary practitioners.
But in front of Duan Changkong, the Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation, he couldn't even block the opponent's sword.
After confirming that Zheng Donglai was really dead, he turned his eyes and looked at another location in the city.
His eyes were deep and full of colorful light.
Through the thick earth, he seemed to see a ball of dirty blood flying towards the outside of the city at a terrifying speed.
After cultivating the seventh realm of manifestation, you already possess supernatural powers and can manifest your true form.
When a cultivator of the Wanjian Sect reaches this level, the true form that he manifests must be a sword.
Some swords have sharp characteristics, some swords have extreme speed characteristics, and some swords have air-piercing characteristics...
It's the same sword-shaped true form, but the magic it possesses will definitely be different.
The practitioners in the Bloodthirsty Sect are definitely different from the Wanjian Sect.
After they reach the seventh stage of manifestation, most of the true forms they manifest are just a ball of dirty blood.
At this moment, the dirty blood in Duan Changkong's sight was obviously transformed by Fang Qingshan.
Compared with Zheng Donglai, who had just died at his hands, Fang Qingshan was at a higher level and his strength was much stronger.
After seeing that something was wrong, he immediately turned into a ball of dirty blood and seeped into the ground.
When the Bloodthirsty Sect members broke into the banquet hall, Duan Changkong was not the only one inside.
The rest of the devils can be dealt with by Sun Qingfeng, Zhao Junyi and others.
His targets were mainly focused on the two leaders, Zheng Donglai and Fang Qingshan.
Now, Zheng Donglai has died under his sword, and his remaining target is Fang Qingshan.
When Duan Changkong's eyes fell on Fang Qingshan through the thick ground, Fang Qingshan seemed to have the same feeling.
The dirty blood that appeared in his true form seemed to have used some kind of overdraft method. At this moment, his speed increased sharply.
In just an instant, he passed through the underground and traveled outside Jinshan City.
"The true form is manifested, and it actually has the power of escaping from the earth. It's a bit interesting."
"However, with this little ability, it would be too naive to try to escape under the eyes of someone like me."
"The rainbow sword appears, shaking the ground, kill me!"
With a raised brow, Duan Changkong looked disdainful and sneered.
His body, standing out of thin air, twisted and changed.
The next moment, a multicolored giant sword with a length of more than a hundred meters suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.
This giant sword, with just a flash of light, had already appeared in the sky at a location several miles away from Jinshan City.
"Rumble...Rumble..." He slashed down with his sword and chopped it on the ground.
As if an earthquake suddenly broke out, the entire earth began to tremble violently.
Originally, this place was just a wilderness, but after the sword fell, a huge gap opened in the ground that was tens of meters wide. At a glance, this place had become a ravine.
Fang Qingshan, who turned into a ball of dirty blood and ran across the earth, was violently shaken out of the ground.
In the frenzied air flow struck by the sword, he was like a small boat in the stormy waves.
His body shape could not be controlled at all, and he was thrown here and there in the air current.
Originally, a large mass of dirty blood with a radius of several meters had been dissolved by nearly half in this moment.
His blood-stained true form could no longer be maintained, and he had to return to his human form.
At this moment, his face was pale, without any trace of blood.
His originally plump body seemed to have become much shriveled up at first glance.
You know, Duan Changkong's sword has not actually hit him yet.
Just the aftermath of the attack that affected him had already caused him to be seriously injured and turned him into what he is now.
The huge gap in strength between him and Duan Changkong was already clear.
If he was really hit by that sword, it goes without saying that Fang Qingshan would definitely be dead.
"If you can survive with one strike from me, you should be pretty good in the Bloodthirsty Sect."
"Under Duan's sword, an unknown person will not die."
"Tell me your name because you can take my sword. After you die, I will let you rest in your grave and won't let you abandon your body in the wilderness."
Above the sky, Duan Changkong, who had transformed into a human form again, looked down.
His eyes were neither happy nor sad, without any color. He looked at Fang Qingshan as if he were looking at a dead person.
"If you want to kill anyone with the surname Duan, why do you come up with so much nonsense?"
"My head is gone, but it's just a scar as big as the mouth of a bowl. Eighteen years later, Master Fang, am I a good man again?"
Knowing that there was no way to survive, Fang Qingshan was completely willing to risk his life at this moment.
He coughed out several mouthfuls of blood, raised his head, looked directly at Duan Changkong in the sky, and said angrily.
When he was at his peak, he turned into a ball of dirty blood and fled. He had already exhausted his potential, but he still could not escape from Duan Changkong's hands.
But now, his strength is gone.
In his current situation, he might not be a match for ordinary warriors in the secular world.
In front of a strong man like Duan Changkong, he had no power to fight back.
"Since you want to die, well, I will grant it to you!"
Duan Changkong's face darkened and he sneered.
Today's Fang Qingshan is no longer worthy of how much power he has to use.
He did not transform into a multi-colored giant sword, he just waved his hand, slashed out a bright sword light, and shot towards Fang Qingshan below.
"My life is at stake..." Facing this sword light, Fang Qingshan's face was filled with despair and he had already closed his eyes.
He joined the Bloodthirsty Sect at the age of nine and has lived for more than eighty years now.
Starting from an ordinary outer sect disciple, he worked step by step to reach today, becoming one of the elders within the sect, which can be regarded as truly stepping into the upper echelons of the sect.
Although he claimed that he would be a good man again after eighteen years, deep down in his heart, he was really unwilling to think about dying here.
But no matter how unwilling he is, what can he do?
The Duan Changkong in front of him is the Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation and the Supreme Elder of Wanjian Sect.
Facing such a supremely powerful man, he had no other way to survive but to wait behind closed doors and wait for death.
Just as Duan Changkong's sword light was about to fall on him, a faint sigh suddenly reached his ears.
A figure seemed to appear out of thin air, lying in front of him.
The figure raised his fist and punched the sword light that was slashing towards the sky.
After smashing the sword light into pieces, the supreme fist intention contained in that punch turned into an illusory fist shadow several times larger than a casserole, soaring straight into the sky.
Duan Changkong's expression changed, and facing the illusory fist shadow, he slashed out several swords in succession.
Standing in the void, he had no place to vent his power. Although he blocked the illusory fist, he completely destroyed it.
But his whole body was in an extremely embarrassed state, and he was so shaken that he turned several somersaults in the sky.
"The most powerful person in the demonic way? There is no one like you among the Bloodthirsty Seven Killings and Two Sects."
"Who are you, your Excellency? Are you determined to be an enemy of our Wanjian Sect?"
Finally standing firm and standing in the void again, Duan Changkong stared down at the person blocking Fang Qingshan and asked angrily.
That man was wearing nondescript gray robes and a ghostly mask that covered his face, making it impossible to see what he looked like.
The first time he saw this person, he had already thought of the powerful demonic master who had appeared in the small city in the New World reported by the people below.
"Fellow Taoist, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of your sect. Can you give me some face and let this person go?"
The person who took action was naturally Chen Hai.
He stood with his hands behind his back, pointed at Fang Qingshan, who had just opened his eyes and was looking at him with a puzzled expression, and said in a deep voice.
The moment something unexpected happened in the city lord's mansion, he had already rushed in.
When we came here, it was still a little time before dusk. Due to the delay on the road, dusk had arrived and night had begun to fall slowly.
Under the cover of night, ordinary people couldn't detect his whereabouts when he used Shadow Step.
For ordinary bloodthirsty sect members, even if Chen Hai saves them, it doesn't mean much at all.
Since he wants to show favor, the target he wants to choose must be the one with the strongest strength and the highest status.
Among the bloodthirsty clan members who entered the city lord's mansion, in the blink of an eye, only Fang Qingshan was left in front of them.
If he doesn't take action, he can only watch Fang Qingshan die in front of him.
Of course, he would show up at this moment and block Duan Changkong's sword.
The main reason was because he didn't feel much threat from Duan Changkong.