Chapter 159 Firefighter

"Kill!"

The Changsheng Sect disciples were full of murderous intent, and they attacked the people from the Demonic Dao Yipin Hall.

They were bullied at their doorsteps, so they naturally could not show any mercy!

Huang Wanqiu's eyes were cold, and she stabbed a sword into the throat of a person in the second level of the Purple Mansion Realm. Blood also dripped from her left shoulder.

A wound about several centimeters long appeared on her left shoulder.

But Huang Wanqiu didn't pay any attention to it. After pulling out the long sword, she slashed it with one sword, cutting a woman in the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm not far away into two pieces.

During this period, Master Pei Yuanqing's cultivation had fallen to the eighth level of the Purple Mansion Realm. He was drunk every day, and there was no sign of a great elder.

Huang Wanqiu was extremely hateful, and violent emotions grew in her heart.

The Demonic Dao Yipin Hall came to her door, and Huang Wanqiu just had a way to vent, so she naturally would not suppress her emotions.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a terrible roar came from the sky, and the ancestor Zhen Nanfeng was slapped away by the indifferent old man and fell directly below!

Accompanied by a violent roar, the ground was dusty.

At this moment, a sharp sword light followed closely and cut into the dust below.

Another violent roar came, and a gully stretched for hundreds of meters, directly smashing a row of buildings in Changshengmen.

"Ancestor!"

The people of Changshengmen were shocked, and many people's faces became ugly.

The ancestor is the Dinghaishenzhen of Changshengmen. If he gets into trouble, Changshengmen will be finished.

"Cough cough!"

A violent cough came from below, and Zhen Nanfeng flew up from below, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

In Zhen Nanfeng's hand, there was an extra shield, and his expression was unusually indifferent!

At this moment, a phantom stepped out from Zhen Nanfeng's body. This was his condensed soul.

Then two figures rushed towards the two people in the sky.

In a moment, the battle started again!

On Zhen Yaotian's side, his eyes gradually became cold, his body shook, and a split soul emerged from his body.

The two Zhen Yaotians rushed towards the two people, and their murderous intent became more and more terrifying.

"Eternal Life Sword Art, Ten Thousand Swords Kill!"

Zhen Yaotian shouted, his momentum surged, the long sword in his hand was raised, and sword lights slashed out from the long sword in his hand like a torrent.

This is the only local-level top-grade combat skill of the Changsheng Sect, the Longevity Sword Art.

Not many people can practice this combat skill, only the ancestors and the headmaster, even the elders are not qualified to practice it!

The face of the man fighting with Zhen Yaotian changed color, a scale armor appeared in his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and sprayed on the scale armor.

As the blood splashed on the scale armor, countless red lights instantly burst out on the scale armor, and then rapidly grew and blocked the man in front of him.

"Dangdang..."

Countless long swords bombarded the scales like dense raindrops.

The red light on the scales dimmed rapidly, and exploded directly in the man's horrified eyes.

Before the man could react, countless sword lights swallowed him directly.

Accompanied by a shrill scream, the man was directly beaten into a sieve by countless sword qi.

His Yuanshen flew out, with a face full of fear, and fled to the distance, as fast as lightning!

At this moment, the sound of wind and thunder suddenly sounded, and Ji Wuchang stopped in front of this Yuanshen.

Before this Yuanshen reacted, the storage ring in Ji Wuchang's hand emitted a faint blue light.

A terrible suction force came out from the storage ring, and before the man's Yuanshen reacted, it directly sucked this Yuanshen into the storage ring!

"Ji Wuchang, watch closely, this kind of Yuanying that has just exploded and has not been polluted is useful to me, I can devour them and increase the power of the soul!"

Ji Yaoyao's voice rang in Ji Wuchang's ears.

Ji Wuchang curled his lips. Only the strong ones above the Soul Division Realm could truly condense a Nascent Soul.

Below the Soul Division Realm, the soul that relies on the physical body is formed. It is not possible to condense a Nascent Soul, and naturally it is impossible to form a soul that can fight independently.

This time, he just took advantage of the headmaster Zhen Yaotian!

Zhen Yaotian looked at Ji Wuchang meaningfully, but then he looked at another person with murderous intent.

Ji Wuchang's soul swept over and found that Chen Boyu and Duan Junsheng were defeated by a fourth-level foundation-building person, and they were in danger.

Without any hesitation, Ji Wuchang raised the Netherworld Sword in his hand and slashed it with one sword!

A sword light directly cut off the man's head, which scared Chen Boyu and Duan Junsheng, and then they breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The two of them clasped their fists to Ji Wuchang at the same time, and then continued to kill the enemy, because now was not the time to thank him.

Ji Wuchang simply regarded himself as a firefighter.

Seeing Zuo Yan in trouble and being slapped away by a man of the third level of the Purple Mansion Realm, Ji Wuchang quickly flashed to his side!

"Cut the wind and thunder!"

Ji Wuchang's left hand was filled with thunder and lightning, and a translucent long sword formed by countless lightning appeared, and he slashed at the man.

A ray of sword light directly slashed into the man's eyebrows, and a trace of fear appeared in the man's eyes. On his body, there was endless thunder and lightning.

A line of blood appeared at his eyebrows, and his body was directly split into two halves, blood sprayed, and fell from the air.

Ji Wuchang took away the man's storage ring, and before Zuo Yan could speak, his body shook and disappeared directly.

Zuo Yan glanced at Ji Wuchang's departing back, his eyes were complicated. He knew that he had a long gap with Ji Wuchang.

This gap was even bigger than the gap between him and Zhen Miaoqing, and he probably couldn't catch up in this life.

Zuo Yan put away his complicated emotions, and then looked at the people of the Demon Dao Yipin Hall, with murderous intent!

"Kill!"

Zuo Yan shouted loudly, and chopped off a person of the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm with a sword.

In the other party's shrill screams, before the other party could react, his figure had already arrived in front of the other party, and a sword pierced into the other party's chest!

"Broken Jade Finger!"

Ji Wuchang shouted loudly, raised his left index finger, pointed it down, and rushed straight to an old man of the fourth level of the Purple Mansion Realm below.

"Looking for death!"

The old man shouted loudly, indifferently, and punched out, directly colliding with the finger pointed by Ji Wuchang.

With a loud bang, Ji Wuchang retreated more than ten steps, and the old man also retreated several steps, with a look of horror on his face.

"Step on the heart!"

"Dark Moon Kill!"

Ji Wuchang looked cold, took a step forward, and then slashed the old man with the Netherworld Sword in his hand, heading straight for the other's throat.

The old man felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it was about to break, and he could not help but retreat frantically.

With a sound of 'swoosh', the old man screamed again, and a blood line rose on his chest.

Ji Wuchang failed to kill this man with one sword, and slashed on the other's chest.

"Step on the heart, the second step!"

Ji Wuchang's eyes were full of murderous intent, without any hesitation, he raised his right foot and stomped hard in the air again.

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, the long sword in his hand fell off, and he covered his heart with both hands.

The sound of wind and thunder rang out, and the old man's head flew into the air!