As the green sword roared, more than ten Qingming Sect disciples who had no time to dodge were directly pierced through the chest by the green sword and died tragically on the spot.

Seeing Jiang Ning killing the Qingming Sect disciples, the three late-stage foundation-building monks here immediately showed murderous intent on their faces.

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

The middle-aged scribe roared angrily, and the golden halo headed straight for Jiangning.

Another monk next to him, with a fat belly and a round waist, looked at Jiang Ning with a pair of triangular eyes, bloodthirsty in his pupils.

"This guy is interesting!"

"It's just a matter of condensing energy, but his cultivation is comparable to that of foundation building. Not bad! Not bad! It seems that he is the one who cut off one of Sun Tai's arms."

After the fat monk finished speaking, he opened his mouth and let out a breath of black air.

As soon as this black energy appeared, it immediately turned into countless buzzing poisonous insects.

The poisonous insect roared and flew towards Jiangning.

Faced with the attacks from these two late-stage foundation-builders, Jiang Ning retreated straight away... At the same time, he quickly used the Purple Flame Sword.
Chapter completed!