Gao Leng's deadly enemy always wants to pursue me

Ying Ru pointed his sword at Wu Ling, "It has always been my regret that I failed to win you in the last duel. It can be seen that you are a principled person of the Demon Cult. So today I take the initiative to challenge you, which can be regarded as leveling The first step in the Shifang Pavilion!"

Pei Muxue was taken aback, "Brother, he didn't participate in any evil deeds!"

Whether Ying Ru is an unreasonable person who is black and white is really abnormal today.

He glanced at Chang Min's body from the corner of his eye, and turned his head coldly, "Junior Brother, you are still too young. People who grew up in the Devil's Cult are soaked in mud and black in body and mind. Last time he represented Shifang Pavilion to me Challenge, isn't that enough proof!"

"Brother Ying is right." Shui Wuya walked over clapping his hands, the cigarette stick trembling slightly between his fingers.

Wu Ling drew out his sword, "In that case, I will accompany you!"

Pei Muxue felt that both of them were murderous.

Xu Ziping quietly walked around to the back, walked up to Hu Yingyi's side, and stabbed down with his sword.With a flick of Wuling's hand, the sword fell to the ground, and Xu Ziping also fell down.

Ying Ru's sword edge flashed, and he made a move.

Chang Min's death made him extremely angry, as if he wanted to vent all his anger on Wu Ling, every time he struck, it carried great pressure.

The two went back and forth a few moves, Pei Muxue was about to forcibly interrupt them, a sneer came from far to near.

Wuren came back pacing, alone, without any other attendants, but a group of paper figurines followed behind him.

"Last time my son didn't complete the mission, so he spared your life and was punished to face the wall for several days. Do you want to help him atone for his crime today?"

Ying Rushi split a pasted paper figurine and said with a smile: "Pavilion Master, you are here. Over the years, how many people have wanted to kill you, and everyone's wishes will come true today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of Shanshui League disciples appeared everywhere, as well as the support of the elites of various sects. I don't know if they had been in ambush for a long time, or they just arrived, anyway, they came here in a dense manner.

Wuren said: "Don't call me Pavilion Master, Shifang Pavilion has just been disbanded, do you want to know why?"

He grinned grimly, and suddenly there were more paper figurines, and they rushed towards them in groups of three or four, as if they had the potential to resist thousands of troops.

Pei Muxue hesitated on the spot, and didn't react until a cultivator's sword passed him and fell on Wu Ling. He blocked the man's attack.

"Pei Muxue, you really have an extraordinary relationship with this devil! You simply..." The man said angrily, but before he finished speaking, his words froze.

A few paper figurines stood in front of him, with evil spirits on their bodies, if they were touched, at least a few pieces of flesh would be lost.

A silk ribbon flew over, and the paper figurine quickly turned into powder and fell to the ground. Pei Muxue resolved the crisis for him.

The man was at a loss for words, and finally turned his head away, holding his sword and rushing towards the other paper figurines.

Wuren stood there alone, while many paper figurines rushed forward to protect him in the center.

Pei Muxue stretched out her hand and drew a formation, several paper figurines were sucked in, the evil spirit dissipated and turned into powder.

The paper figurines will close again after splitting. Although the attack power of a single person is not strong, they are more difficult to deal with because of their large numbers.Other cultivators followed Pei Muxue's example, but the effect was not good.In such a short while, some people have already been infected with evil spirits and fell to the ground.

The disciples of the Shanshui League all set their sights on Pei Muxue, hoping that their little uncle could show his power.

Pei Muxue was going to inject spiritual power to enhance the power of the formation.At this time, Xun Gulan rushed over aggressively with the disciples from the Zhengqing Palace, "Wu Ling, hand over the Frost Bone Sword!"

Because of the formation, there was not a single paper figurine here, and the disciples of the Zhengqing Palace went all the way unimpeded, and all drew their swords at Wuling.

Pei Muxue maintained the formation and said, "Why don't you ask your old friend, Lin Mingzhe has already taken the Frost Bone Sword."

"He is the one who asked me to find the sword." Xun Gulan said coldly, making a gesture.

A group of disciples swarmed up, Zhao Yuxuan glanced at Pei Muxue, and said, "You are a well-known orthodox cultivator, why are you so entangled with this demon cultist? Don't blame us for being rude to him today."

Pei Muxue was helpless, while he stopped the paper figurines for these people, while watching them trouble Wuling, it was really hard.

Wuling stood beside Hu Yingyi, without saying a word.

"Actually, the Frost Bone Sword is in my hand." Pei Muxue said.

Xun Gulan turned around, "Then it will be easier, I hope you will return this sword, I believe you will not be unreasonable like the people of the Devil's Cult."

"This sword was 'given' to me by Lin Mingzhe. He has no reason to ask me to get it back. It's been a long time since you two have exchanged messages." Pei Muxue smiled.

"You!" Xun Gulan gritted his teeth, scanned his face, pondered the authenticity of the words, and suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily, "You guys, why did you put away the sword, such obvious people from the Demon Cult Standing in front of you, you intend to let him go?"

The disciples of Zhengqing Palace were shocked, and rushed towards Wuling with their swords in hand.

"Hu Yingyi lost a lot of blood, I'll send him away." Wu Ling said to Yu, and raised his sword.

Pei Muxue nodded, Wu Ling was too conspicuous staying here.

but……

Pei Muxue looked up at Wuren, Yingru had already confronted him, and the two were fighting like a raging fire.Some of the paper figurines have been wiped out by many cultivators, and the rest is only a matter of time.

Wuling jumped on the enlarged sword, and said softly: "Don't look at it, if he died here today, he might be happier."

Pei Muxue was taken aback.

Wu Ren raised his head and looked over, distracted for a moment, Ying Ru stabbed him with a sword.

Wuren just smiled, ignoring the sword, "Are you so eager to kill me? My son, if you let him go..."

Ying Ru turned his head slightly, glanced at Wu Ling, and said, "Don't worry, none of you people from Shifang Pavilion can escape today."

Wuren suddenly laughed, "There are a lot of people here today. Let me see, there are people from all sects. The paper man won't last long, but I still have a trump card. Do you know what it is?"

Yingru stabbed with another sword, "I don't know."

"Years ago, Jiyun was a fellow student of yours, and I had friendship with you. Do you really want me to announce that to the public today?"

Wuren sneered, Baiyanren stared at Yingrushi, and continued: "However, whether you like it or not, since we are facing each other today, we must make a clear and clear conclusion."

Ying Ru's expression remained the same, "You and I have always been in harmony with each other. Why should we end it? Even 20 years ago, we were no more than acquaintances."

Wuling Yujian flew up, looked at Wuren from a distance, and turned his head after a while.

Pei Muxue was a little worried.

Wuling shouldn't be involved in this fight, leaving is the best policy, if he helps Wuren with even one trick, he will immediately become the target of public criticism.But, after all, that was his only relative.

Will he be heartbroken?

Ying Rushi waved at a few disciples, and these people immediately chased after Yujian and stopped Wuling.

"Since the establishment of the Shifang Pavilion, it has burned, killed and looted many times, and committed many evils! Today, I will use the blood of my friend Chang Min to witness the demise of the Demon Cult!" Ying said, drawing a formation under his feet, trapping Wuren in it , a sword stabbed in the past with the momentum of killing.

Wuren couldn't move, so he summoned several paper figurines, stacked them together like a string, and were pierced by Ying Rushi's sword.

Ying Rushi snorted coldly, and threw a few spells, but the paper figurine was not blocked, but turned into a gloomy evil spirit, and attached Ying Rushi's body along the blade of the sword.

Wuren shook off the shackles of the formation, and said with a smile: "You have regressed after being the head of An Yi for so long."

Four or five paper figurines ran over and formed a circle, with a formation in the middle.But it's not an attack formation, but...

Wuren's voice resounded all around, "I have a grievance to sue."

They were having fun with the paper people, and the cultivators certainly didn't dare to stop, but soon the paper people turned into evil spirits, surrounding them.Everyone stopped.

In the air, Wu Ling threw off a few pursuers, and did not continue to fly away, standing there quietly, his shoulders were stiff and motionless.

Pei Muxue looked up at Wuling, this posture made him feel a little pity.

In the formation, several phantoms appeared.

Pei Muxue's eyes fell there, her pupils shrank.Without his command, the ribbon obediently wrapped around his wrist.

This is a three-on-one inhuman massacre.

A woman who is neither humble nor overbearing, wields a sword and confronts three tall and burly figures. She is obviously at a disadvantage, but she is not afraid at all.

She said something, but no one could hear it, even after 20 years, the formation could not transmit the voice.

Pei Muxue knew this person, it was his senior sister Li Jiyun.

He had also heard about the three men holding swords.One is Master Mi Bing's senior brother Yanyi, one is Xun Gulan's senior brother, and the other Pei Muxue is most familiar with is an elder of the Shanshui League.

These three people have one thing in common, that is, they were killed by Wuren.

Over the years, I don't know how many descendants of cultivators condemned Shifang Pavilion for this, and specifically picked the most powerful figures in the world of cultivating immortals to attack, which is simply outraged.

Everyone couldn't move, but even if they could move now, they still stayed where they were.

This was really beyond their expectations. These people usually had an upright face, but they didn't expect that they would kill a female cultivator so forcefully.

What surprised everyone even more was that besides these four people, Xu Ying had another person watching from the sidelines. He had struggled and felt unbearable, but in the end he suppressed it and turned into a deadpan expression.

This man is exactly what he should be.

After a lot of fighting, these people finally got tired of playing the game of cat and mouse, and Li Jiyun, who was covered in blood, turned around and fled, hiding in a house, which was the Book Collection Pavilion of the Shanshui League.

Pei Muxue stood there firmly, this was the truth about Wuling's mother being killed during her lifetime.

Such a miserable scene made everyone present silent, and looked at Ying Rushi from time to time, full of shock and hesitation.

Wuren looked at his wife in the formation quietly, and after a while stared at Ying Rushi and said: "You are also an accomplice in her death. You and those three people have the same purpose, and Jiyun stumbled upon your secret accidentally, and ended up like this." It’s like ending up like this. Any friendship from the same family is bullshit!”

After he finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

In this open space, only his laughter was heard, which was worse than crying.

Ying Rushi had a calm face, exactly the same as him in the phantom, and said word by word: "Can you cover up the crimes of the Devil's Cult and falsely accuse me by fabricating such an illusion?"

Wuling stood quietly, Pei Muxue could almost see his trembling shoulders.A moment later, his Yujian fell very quickly and stopped beside Ying Rushi, with a low voice and faint anger, he said: "I shouldn't have kept my hand that day!"

Ying Rushi's gaze shifted from Wuling to Wuren, and while trying to break free, he raised his voice, "I have never participated in the killing of Junior Sister Jiyun, but your evil deeds are obvious to all, so I send you off..."

Seeing that the war was about to start again, Pei Muxue gritted her teeth and flicked the ribbon.In an instant, the air was filled with tiny bright spots of spiritual light, which blocked the evil spirit controlled by Wuren and sealed everyone's movements.

It's just that the person in charge of the situation has changed this time.

Everyone's eyes were on him, and Pei Muxue walked to the center, "The scenes displayed by this formation should not be judged hastily. This involves the reputation of many ancestors in their lives. The best explanation for them is to thoroughly investigate this matter. Before the results come out, please rest for a while."

Shui Wuya said: "Junior brother is right, otherwise everyone here today will be puzzled, and starting tomorrow, this rumor, true or false, will spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals. It's not fair to those who are still alive."

Wuling raised his head, looking at Shui Wuya through the black veil.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and someone said: "Little uncle, can you let us go?"

Pei Muxue turned to Wuren: "I hope you can agree to this decision and come with us."

Wuren rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth for a long while before giving a cold snort, acquiescing.

Pei Muxue raised her hand, and the aura flew up from everyone, and it flickered and slowly disappeared.

At this time, several loud noises came from a distance, and then the ground shook.Many people failed to stand still and fell to the ground, so terrified that they forgot to stand up.

This thrilling sound like thunder is exactly the same as it was 20 years ago.

"Uh!" Ying Rushi groaned suddenly, and Wuren dug his chest with one hand.

There were drastic changes one after another, at this moment only Shui Wuya reacted, shook Wuren away with his palm, and then raised his sword.

Wuling stood in front of Wuren, Shui Wuya pointed his sword at him and said, "Get out of the way."

Wu Ling raised his head, standing still.

"You son of a bitch, are you looking down on me!" Wuren cursed, pushed Wuling past him, and slapped Shangshui Wuya with his palm.

Ying Rushi forced herself to stand up straight, "The truth is not clear, it is inevitable that you will attack me..."

Wuren lowered his head, looked at Ying Rushi's sword pierced into his chest, and said with a sneer, "You have been an upright gentleman for so long, this will eventually come to life and death, let me start it."