My cultivation script went astray

Without waiting for any reaction time, a fist wrapped in black mist came crashing over.

The Qingmu Sect disciple also reacted very quickly, and suddenly drew his sword and slashed. In a clang and sparks, he was severely injured and retreated. His body collapsed a wall, and he leaned on his sword and lay in the smoke and dust ruins.

"Ahem."

After a strong dizziness and tinnitus, he woke up and realized that he was being attacked by Chen Lang. Not long ago, he was still listening to his master's instructions and felt guilty and regretful for carrying out the plan to assassinate Chen Lang.

Now think about it, it's really ridiculous.

You deserve to be targeted by various sects.

He stood up, pointed his sword at Chen Lang, and his eyes gradually became cold and cold, "Don't you want to wait until tomorrow? That's just right, I don't want to either."

Bang!

Another punch came up, and this time the Qingmu Sect disciple saw clearly that it was not a fist, but a beast, with black thorns on its back, running towards him like a prehistoric beast.

What a nasty fire.

He raised his sword and hit.

A stronger explosion, accompanied by some strange beast sounds, spread in the Qin family. Chen Lang raised his right arm and opened his palm. One after another, black shadows flew out, like cannonballs, like beasts, like huge black bears, running wildly into the smoke.

"It's so noisy." Chen Lang withdrew his hand and blew the smoke in his palm.

However, the power is not bad. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord only helped to analyze the power of the Taoism of an ancient corpse, and he reached the power of the quasi-second level of the Sword Character Technique. An ordinary true essence release operation is a shocking attack.

No wonder the old men of the Qin family hid all the good things.

"You are so presumptuous. Do you think my Qin family is your territory?" Several other disciples came over, covering their swords with their hands, ready to fight at any time.

"We are discussing the Tao. You Qin family are so enthusiastic. I can't refuse. There is really nothing I can do." Chen Lang said.

"You are not discussing the Dao, you are killing people directly." The disciples watched, wondering why the elders didn't come despite the commotion.

"No need to reason with him! Brother, help me kill him!" A disciple of Qingmu Sect came out from the ruins. He was covered in blood, his eyes were full of fire, and he limped and killed Chen Lang with a curved sword.

Among the disciples, several people had flashing eyes. They had been told by the elders to do something similar before, and they had a mission to do. Now the situation had obviously changed, and they were thinking about whether to take action.

So Chen Lang took action.

Another round of bombardment, countless phantoms of obscene fire rushed out from the palm, attacking everyone indiscriminately, including those who showed their heads in the distance or not.

He fired cannons with his right hand and held a banner with his left hand to guard against the elders who might appear at any time, but the elders did not appear, but he saw the obscene fire beasts that he released suddenly exploded on the spot.

A sharp black arrow moved silently in the air, splitting his attack and aiming at the palm of his right hand.

Bang!

The black arrow shot at him, and a golden disc rose in the palm of Chen Lang's right hand to block it.

The Sansheng disk turned suddenly, and most of the destructive force was removed, but a small part still penetrated the arm. In an instant, the black spikes on Chen Lang's right arm flew away, and the flesh cracked, spreading from the arm to the shoulder. Half of his body and half of his face were almost broken like porcelain, with black cracks.

"Hit!"

A disciple whispered behind a broken wall somewhere, and the black tube in his hand was emitting green smoke.

However, he suspected that the power of this thing was not as great as the master said. Chen Lang seemed not to be dead yet. Was this a successful assassination or a failure?

Suddenly, he saw Chen Lang's double image, which shook slightly, so that some very thin black fragments fell to the ground.

"What hit?" Chen Lang's voice suddenly came from behind.

The disciple of Wuzhongmen was horrified, turned back suddenly, raised an incomplete right hand, aimed the palm at his top of the head, and then attacked without hesitation.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and everything rotated.

It was obviously a hidden weapon with extremely strong lethality. Chen Lang was seriously injured, but this did not make them feel better, because Chen Lang found that he should increase his strength against them.

A long time ago, Chen Lang learned a Lingyun step and developed the effect of clones. Although he rarely used it later, it was full after all. In principle, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could not be used in the discussion of the Tao, so he used the clone of this magical power by the way.

The effect of this time was particularly significant. He clearly felt that he had reached the end of this ordinary skill. It turned out that it was not a very high level, just a golden elixir-level magical power.

"Stop!"

An old man's scolding came. It was not long since the battle began, but to some people, it was longer than an era.

When the scolding sounded, there were more than 20 Chen Langs standing around, each holding a person in his hand, maybe someone who attacked him, didn't attack him, was planning to attack him, was watching the fun, or passed by.

But it didn't matter. Anyway, they might be his opponents in the discussion of the Tao. Since they would be opponents sooner or later, they would fight first.

"Elder Mu!" A disciple exclaimed, and the tremor came out of the beating.

He was still the best. Most of the people were completely stunned and speechless. Chen Lang used a completely unreasonable fighting style, using bloodline suppression and attacking so quickly that they didn't even have time to fight back.

"Why are the guests of the Heavenly Sword Sect going wild here?" said the old man.

"Let's talk about the Tao." Chen Lang replied, "I'll talk first."

"Put them down." The old man demanded.

Twenty or so Chen Lang raised his arms again and aimed at their tops of the head.

At this time, several extremely powerful but obscure divine thoughts swept over, and then Zhong Haoran appeared and sent a message to Chen Lang, and then the twenty or so shadows of Chen Lang suddenly blurred and were replaced by upright brushes.

Suddenly, all the brushes broke into pieces, as if they were cut by some sharp blades, disintegrated into fragments, and finally only many white hairs were left falling.

Chen Lang's clones gathered together and stood in front of Zhong Haoran. Many twisted lights followed closely, and the murderous intent was shocking. Zhong Haoran flicked his sleeves and poked the air with the brush several times, and then calmed down.

"Disciple discusses the Dao, why did the elder do this? Are all your disciples vases?" Zhong Haoran asked.

The old man said, "The discussion will be tomorrow. You should have received a notice. You are doing it here recklessly. This is murder."

"That's right."

Chen Lang took out the tubular prop that still had residual heat, "What is this? It is indeed used to kill people."

If the Sansheng Plate hadn't blocked it in time, it would probably be reloading now.

"Thunder Fire Needle!" Zhong Haoran's face was full of chills, and he looked at the disciples, "Who gave it to me? Who is the one who is making the move?"

This hidden weapon is extremely concealed when it is used. It is a one-time killing tool. It is normal to appear in the outside world, but it is very abnormal to appear in the hands of these invited disciples.

"That is my self-defense magic weapon! He forced me to do it." The disciple who was bleeding from his mouth and nose and was beaten particularly badly stood up and insisted.

"Are you still quibbling?"

"I used it, as if no one has yet to order something." Chen Lang didn't care about these. He looked at the old man, "Then can the discussion end now? I think they are quite weak. Do you need to send other people out? I will deal with them together."

"End? You think it's over after you make a move?" Several disciples of Wuzhongmen stared at him, their eyes were bruised, but their fighting spirit was soaring, and a strong aura was gathering. Chen Lang suppressed them for so long, and now it can be seen that Chen Lang is very weak and has run out of strength.

It's their turn.

Chen Lang glanced at it, and reversed the Sansheng disk in his right hand. The large wave of energy absorbed earlier continuously reversed the damage to his body, and the cracks on half of his body were restored.

"Come on."

This made several disciples standing there feel a little helpless.

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