Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

"King Qingxu Poison, why are you leaving?"

Fang Chen suddenly laughed.

Qingxu Poison King paused for a moment and looked at Fang Chen coldly: "Boy, you have no enmity with me, are you planning to stand up for the Taoist priests of Tian Qingguan?"

The hunchbacked man had been staring at Fang Chen when Fang Chen appeared. When he saw Fang Chen casually killing so many monks, he was extremely excited.

He really wanted to open his mouth to remind Fang Chen who he was, but Qingxu Poison King was right next to him, so he didn't dare. He was afraid that he would be killed by Fang Chen as well.

Fear, excitement, and complicated emotions made his expression a little distorted.

"It's not like I'm ahead of others, and I don't have any friendship with Tian Qingguan. I just heard that Qingxu Poison King's poisonous skills are unparalleled, and even foundation-building masters have been severely damaged?

I really want to try it to see if the poisonous power of Qingxu Poison King is more powerful, or if the sword in my hand is stronger. "

Fang Chen smiled.

A forced smile appeared on Qingxu Poison King's face: "Your Majesty, you misunderstood. That was just a rumor. The one I repelled was just a foundation builder who was already seriously injured."

His eyes kept falling on Xiao Jian, and the word "Jian Xiu" kept flashing back in his mind.

"How the hell did I meet these lunatics..."

Qingxu Poison King couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, feeling unlucky.

Although he has never actually met a sword cultivator, he has been practicing for many years and has heard rumors about sword cultivators.

Warlike, crazy, and vengeful, these words can almost be applied to sword cultivators.

He thought that Fang Chen had heard about his record and wanted to fight him. At this moment, he didn't care about the issue of face and tried to fool the opponent first.

"Zhuji who was already injured?"

Fang Chen sighed with some disappointment.

"That's right. Your Excellency has chosen the wrong person to compete with me. The poisonous skills I used are not meant for head-to-head combat."

The kingly way of clearing away the poison.

"Then I don't care. Since we have met, let's discuss and learn from each other."

Fang Chen said.

"you!"

Qingxu Poison King was furious. For the first time, he wanted to give in, but the other party refused to let go and insisted on sparring with him! ?

Anger continued to surge, and Qingxu Poison King's face became more and more gloomy. He suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, since you want to compete, how do you plan to compete?"

While he was talking, the colorless and odorless poisonous powder was already slowly drifting towards Fang Chen under the influence of his spiritual power.

The next moment, Qingxu Poison King's spiritual power suddenly surged, and the poison powder seemed to come to life, turning into a 100-foot wild python and charging towards Fang Chen fiercely.

boom--

Dust and smoke were rising all over the sky. When the dust fell to the ground, Li Huafeng was horrified to find that there was a ravine in front of him that was several feet deep, several feet wide, and at least a hundred feet long!

Not only that, but what made his scalp numb the most was that the soil on the ground had turned dark green, which was obviously a sign of being contaminated with highly toxic substances.

"That's it?"

Qingxu Poison King looked around, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face: "Hahaha, any sword cultivator is nothing more than this!"

"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master!"

Li Huafeng was extremely excited.

Fang Chen is finally dead! Death to pieces!

Just when Qingxu Poison King was feeling triumphant, he suddenly found that the little bastard beside him was missing, and his brows suddenly furrowed. Just now, he was fully focused on dealing with Fang Chen and did not pay attention to the movement around him.

"You little bastard, you still want to escape? Can you escape?"

Qingxu Poison King showed a ferocious look on his face.

On the other side, Fang Chen gently patted the hunchbacked man on the head: "Wait for me here and don't make a sound."

The hunchbacked little man looked excited and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing this, Fang Chen walked out of the dense forest again and looked at Qingxu Poison King calmly: "Qingxu Poison King, you won't just use this method, will you? Feel free to use any other methods."

"You're not dead!?"

A flash of shock flashed in Qingxu Poison King's eyes, but the shock was fake. He raised his hand again, and a giant python like before suddenly appeared on the ground and bit Fang Chen.

From the beginning to the end, the poisonous python he condensed just now has not disappeared, but has penetrated into the ground and is waiting to take action at any time!

Fang Chen did not choose to dodge this time, and the spiritual power in his body was continuously injected into the small sword. A flash of silver light flashed, and the poisonous python was instantly wiped out!

When it exploded, the highly toxic substances swept wildly in all directions, constantly corroding Fang Chen's spiritual shield.

The weeds on the ground and the ancient trees in the sky withered and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye after being contaminated with highly toxic substances.

On the other hand, the little sword, even though it was wrapped in the highly toxic substance, was still translucent and seemed to have no hindrance.

"My poisonous power can't corrode it!?"

Qingxu Poison King was a little shocked. At this moment, he was even more sure that the other party was a sword cultivator. The scene just now was probably the legendary sword breaking all methods!

He lost his will to fight and turned into a ray of light and escaped into the dense forest.

It's a pity that his speed is not as fast as Xiaojian's.

The moment he escaped into the dense forest, Qingxu Poison King's spiritual shield had been pierced by the small sword. He could feel the back of his head filled with chill, and then he completely lost consciousness.

"hungry!"

The little sword flew back and kept shouting.

Fang Chen smiled, and then it was time to collect the loot.

Each of the dead monks had a magic weapon on their body. They were all fed to Xiao Jian and touched around. Finally, Fang Chen got some elixirs of unknown origin and dozens of low-grade spiritual stones.

These casual cultivators are so poor that even Qingxu Du King doesn’t have a storage ring.

At the edge of the battlefield, Li Huafeng was lying on the ground, looking at his legs in horror. He ran a step slower. His legs were already contaminated with poison, which was spreading upwards.

"help me!"

He looked at Fang Chen in horror.

Fang Chen walked up to Li Huafeng, took a look at his current situation, and shook his head slightly: "I don't use poison, so I can't detoxify you. The person who can detoxify you is dead."

"Please, save me, I know I was wrong. As long as I can survive, I will never dare to be your enemy again!"

Li Huafeng begged.

"There is a way to save you. If you want to survive, cut off your legs."

Fang Chen smiled and said: "While the poisonous gas hasn't hit your heart now, when it reaches your stomach and head, you will be completely hopeless."

Li Huafeng was stunned and cut off his legs? Then wouldn't he become a useless person?

"Have you decided yet."

Fang Chen said calmly.

Li Huafeng gritted his teeth and whispered: "Please Mr. Fang Guogong chop off my legs."

"Okay, it's better to be respectful than to obey."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

The small sword dodged directly, and Li Huafeng's legs were cut off completely.

He suddenly howled miserably, stretched out his hand and touched himself a few times to stop the bleeding from his three wounds, and then looked at Fang Chen with incomparable resentment:

"You are so vicious!"

"Well... I accidentally cut a little too much, but at least you survived."

Fang Chen pondered.

After a pause, "I have to go back to Daxia. I'll see you again in the future."

After saying that, Fang Chen turned around and walked towards the dense forest, taking the hunchbacked man away with him.

Li Huafeng stared in the direction he left, and after a while he let out an angry roar.

Having lost his legs and being seriously injured, Li Huafeng could not leave here. He could only adjust his breathing in place, hoping to wait for the wound to heal before making any plans.

A few days later, an old Taoist priest slowly walked over. Li Huafeng was filled with surprise when he saw the visitor: "Master!"