The leader of the demon cultivator narrowed his eyes and his tone gradually became colder.
"Oh? So you have rejected our kindness?"
Hearing this, Xu Jianxing stood up with his sword in hand. He didn't say anything, but spat in their direction.
"Pooh!"
The demon cultivator was angry, thinking that you, a small Xuanzhen realm cultivator, dare to be so arrogant, he couldn't help but said with a ferocious face: "What a good boy! You are a tough guy.
Later, I will see how I will tear your bones apart, crush your spiritual sea, and ignite your soul inch by inch! Let’s see if your mouth is still hard! Brothers, come on!”
Following his order.
The two demon cultivators around him immediately swooped out, stretched out two huge bloody claws, and grabbed Xu Jianxing.
Xu Jianxing's expression changed, and he quickly waved his spiritual sword to resist. However, he was the opponent of these two Jade Realm Demon Cultivators, and he was defeated steadily after a short while.
"Boom!"
His body hit a big tree hard, cutting the tree in half and falling down.
Lying among a pile of branches and leaves, he was covered in blood, his eyes were dull, and his breath was weak.
"Damn...damn..."
However, Xu Jianxing endured the pain and climbed up from the branches. He tried his best to hold a branch with trembling hands. The blood on his arms flowed down the branches and fell to the ground in drops.
At this time.
Three lines of blood mist appeared in front of them, and the voice of the demon cultivator sounded from them.
"How about it? If you admit now that the Litian Sword Sect is all hypocrites and really villains, then our promise will still count and we will spare your life."
At this moment, the blood on Xu Jianxing's face obscured his vision. He could only dimly see three black shadows in front of him, but he was unable to wipe it away.
"Get away...get out of here, you motherfucker..."
He used all his strength to say this, but with a bright smile on his face, he raised his trembling arm and pointed at the black shadow in front of him with a branch stained with blood, just like the spiritual sword in his hand before.
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"Good boy, since you want to die! I will grant it to you!"
When the demon cultivator saw this, he had no intention of playing around and was about to kill him, but suddenly he noticed something was wrong.
"What's going on? Why are you holding a branch? Where is your spiritual sword?"
Xu Jianxing tried his best to lift his heavy eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Yes... where is my spirit sword? I think it is on its way to the sect's headquarters now..."
"What?!"
The faces of the three demon cultivators hidden in the blood mist changed, and they shouted angrily: "How dare you play tricks on us?!"
"Teasing you?"
Xu Jianxing was finally unable to maintain his standing posture. He supported the branches with both hands and his body was limp, but he still did not fall down.
"You are too stupid...mindless...devil's trash..."
He smiled sadly. Even after he knew that he could not escape, he had been thinking about how to send the distress signal back to the sect's headquarters.
Just when the big tree fell, he finally used up his last spiritual power to send out the spiritual sword, and stood up in time, attracting the attention of the three demon cultivators.
By now, the master and uncle must have received his signal for help.
"Ah! Die!"
The demonic cultivators could no longer suppress the anger in their hearts. They were actually being played by the low-level cultivators who they regarded as playthings. How could they bear such humiliation? The first move was to kill them.
Feeling the fishy wind approaching him in front of him, Xu Jianxing still maintained a smile on his weak face. His sight covered by blood seemed to suddenly become clear, and several familiar figures appeared. They were his family members who were killed by the demon cultivator.
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"Father, mother, sister, you are here to pick me up..."
"boom!"
The bloody blade used by the demon cultivator struck Xu Jianxing fiercely, and the huge power lifted up the dust around them, shrouding their figures...
…
"Boom!"
On a mountaintop in the central forest, in front of a stacked array, an extremely fierce battle was taking place.
Wang Tiezhu was bitten by the spirit of a monster beast, and then he swung it violently and hit the ground in front of the defensive circle.
"Wang Tiezhu!!!"
Within the defensive circle.
Liu Weizhi looked at Wang Tiezhu who was very close and stood up angrily, but was held tightly by Ye Huanxi and Zhang Tingruo.
"Let me go! Can't you see he's dying?"
Liu Weizhi's face was covered with tears, she roared at the top of her voice, struggling to rush out.
Zhang Tingruo's face was gloomy, and Ye Huanxi's apricot eyes also shed a few lines of clear tears. Neither of them spoke, but they just held Liu Weizhi's arm tightly.
"Ahem!"
Wang Tiezhu spit out a few mouthfuls of blood clots, slowly got up from the ground, turned to look at Liu Weizhi in the magic circle, and shook his head slightly.
The dragon scale pattern hidden under his skin has become very dim, the red glow between his eyebrows has long since dissipated, and now his whole body is covered with deep visible bone scars.
After the spiritual power was exhausted, even the Taixuan Hunyuan Gong stopped functioning. He now relied solely on his own body to resist the attack of Lord Leng Ming.
Mid-air.
Lord Leng Ming, dressed in white, held the Thousand Soul Netherworld Flag in one hand and the blood-red Beast Soul Demonic Sword in the other, looking down at Wang Tiezhu with disdain.
"The strength of your body is actually comparable to that of superior spiritual weapons! If I hadn't been able to seize my body now, I would have replaced you!
But you don’t have to worry, after you die, I will refine your body into a ghoul and drive it to pick off the heads of your fellow disciples one by one! Hahaha!”
Looking at Lord Leng Ming who was laughing wildly in the air, Wang Tiezhu lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his trembling arms, and continued to assume a defensive posture.
He knew that he could not give up or enter the magic circle.
This seemingly strong magic circle could not withstand Leng Ming's several cuts.
So someone must be on the outside to contain it.
And except for himself, everyone else will still end up with nothing, so he must grit his teeth and hold on!
At this time.
There was an impatient look in Lord Leng Ming's eyes. He smiled coldly and said: "I don't have time to play with you anymore. After I finish you off, I have to absorb the spiritual power of those little ones in the turtle shell."
,So, just die honestly!"
He roared angrily, and waved the Thousand Soul Netherworld Banner and the Beast Soul Demon Sword in unison.
For a time, the sky was filled with dark winds and dark clouds.
Countless remnant souls and monster souls let out miserable cries, and finally gathered together, one after another, and rushed towards Wang Tiezhu on the ground with their heads down.
Looking at the remnant souls and beasts filling the sky, Wang Tiezhu smiled slightly.
"You really look up to me..."
Then, he turned to look at the magic circle. Behind the light curtains were Liu Weizhi's face full of tears, Zhang Tingruo's face full of resentment, and Ye Huanxi's face full of guilt.
