Tu Shanjun punches to the flesh.

However, the body of the guardian immortal master is protected by golden light. Although it is not as good as the magic weapon tortoise shell, it can still withstand a large amount of damage.

On the contrary, Tushanjun's body was once again filled with wounds.

If the delay continues, they will be lambs to be slaughtered as soon as Li Qingfeng's magic power becomes ineffective.

We must find a way to break the situation.

Moreover, the worshiper from Liang Ducai always used the magic weapon bell to influence Tushan Jun.

The already disadvantaged battle was once again deflected.

"We must find an opportunity to kill one of them, as long as we break through the sixth level of Qi training."

Tushanjun is looking for an opportunity.

But he saw Wen Lichun attacking his back with every move, as if he wanted to kill Li Qingfeng.

In order to protect Li Qingfeng, Tu Shanjun had no choice but to give up his position and face the two of them head-on.

As I tossed and turned, the number of wounds on my body increased again.

The guarding immortal master frowned. He felt that this was too despicable, but he couldn't reprimand him verbally.

On the battlefield, useful moves are good moves, even if they are despicable and cunning, they will not care about many.

The most urgent task is to kill the ghosts and destroy the soul banner.

Wen Lichun hit his own little Jiujiu.

Why not use ghosts to destroy this disciple of the Five Spirits Sect?

Anyway, others don’t know what’s going on, so there is one less person to share the spoils with.

Although the Wuling Sect's Qi practitioners' belongings will be asked back by other sects, the fat man's belongings are still in the storage talisman.

Wen Lichun immediately decided to pretend that he was lacking mana, and the influence of the bell was also reduced.

In this way, the Wuling Sect disciples, who are the main force, will definitely bear the greatest pressure.

Maybe if he withdraws his hand even slightly, the whole situation will be reversed.

The guarding immortal master looked solemn, and the mana of the casual cultivator seemed to be insufficient.

Now that he is shouldering 70% of the pressure, the situation is not good.

Sensing an opportunity, Tu Shanjun suppressed the joy in his heart, fought back, and slowly moved closer to Wen Lichun.

Since a person with insufficiency of magic power has appeared, it is just a breakthrough.

"Suffer death."

Tu Shanjun, who also pretended to be depressed, took the lead in attacking.

Wen Lichun's eyes widened and he hurriedly activated his magic power.

Just ring the magic weapon bell.

He never thought that this ghost was also disguised.

Why not attack the guarding immortal master who bears 70% of the pressure, but attack him instead?

But he forgot that in battle, you have to pick the weakest persimmons.

The bell was blown away instantly.

At the same time, the ghost claw that freed his hand smashed Wen Lichun's head into pieces.

Grab the living soul from the fourth level of Qi training and throw it into the soul banner.

Tu Shanjun's strength suddenly broke through the sixth level of Qi training.

"Roar!"

The sharp screams and ghostly roars shook the place.

"Broken!"

The guarding immortal master immediately turned pale with fright, his face turned ashen.

After killing the Qi practitioner, this ghost broke through and became even more tyrannical.

"Bang."

Tu Shanjun slapped the guarding immortal master on the chest.

The protective golden light immediately went out.

The guarding immortal flew out and directly broke the pillars of the nave, causing the big roof above his head to fall down.

There was a bang.

The broken trees and rocks are scattered.

Dust is flying and smoke is everywhere.

Tu Shanjun supported his body and protected Li Qingfeng under his ribs.

All the weight is borne by one person.

Until it no longer collapses

But at this time, Tushanjun felt that the magic power that supported him was fading.

Reach out and explore the breath of the person under your ribs.

The body trembles slightly.

Li Qingfeng's face was peaceful, but there was no life left.

The only remaining spirit stone in his hand turned into powder and was still tightly held in his hand.

Until his death, he never forgot to provide his magic power to the Soul Banner.

Li Qingfeng, dead!

Tushanjun can see that his body is getting darker.

He is about to return to the Soul Banner.

"Ah!"

Ghosts roar and roar.

Yin Qi is entrenched and will not dissipate for a long time.

Tu Shanjun clenched his fists.

Hammer it hard to the ground.

Him.

I broke my promise.

He said he wanted to take Li Qingfeng out.

He said.

"Bata."
Chapter completed!