The Taoist Jinghua felt that his body was lighter, and everything left him, including the rings, Taoist treasures, clothes that he carried with him, and all valuable things, even if he could sell a copper thing in the mortal world!

It is perfect to describe his present moment by using Chi-tiao coming and going without any worries!

Li Ji ignored Gouwuche's sudden loyalty. He was not good at using spiritual treasures to fight enemies, and he didn't like this method. For example, Gouwuche, it was really convenient to use. He didn't have to worry about anything. He could deal with his opponent by himself if he was released. He didn't even delay his master being killed and reborn, but this was not the way of a sword cultivator!

The characteristic of a sword is straightforward. The more powerful you have, you can cut out the sword! It can give you an immersive feeling of fighting and intuitively feel the output of your own strength, just like someone who likes manual transmission but does not like automatic transmission in his previous life;

The character of swords is loyalty. They will never betray you for other reasons. Your life is its life! Your faith is its faith, and you will never pursue your own path because of other high-end things, such as independence, freedom, etc.

Therefore, Li Ji could not use this kind of thing as his combat tool, and he didn't want to go to his opponent inexplicably while using this tool.

It was still the flying sword. Facing the terrified Jinghua Taoist, who had only 40% of his magic power left, there was no pressure; although Shuiyue tried her best to stop and Jinghua ran away, this was the best opportunity for Li Ji, who let go of his hands and feet and tear off his gentle face, and he should not be missed!

Power and faith are no longer hidden! The result is that the Jinghua Taoist is reborn in succession after death. Every time he is reborn, he cannot block the attack of the flying sword. He even has no time to use the secret technique of escape, and is killed by the tracked flying sword.

Death, rebirth, death, rebirth, and fall into a vicious cycle! Every breath, such a cycle will be rotated. Shui Yue next to her was frightened and her scalp was numb, but she was powerless.

After being killed six times, Li Ji took a chance. The sword was divided into three branches, and a huge celestial phenomenon of Taoism appeared in the space, which not only allowed the people in the void, but also the monks in the square pot world to see clearly, and it was real.

The reactions of the two sides to this are completely different in the territory!

The people of Fanghu were shocked and suspicious, and they didn't know which side made a breakthrough in the highest level duel. They were both looking forward and worried, because of the glorious past achievements of the two ancestors. What they were worried about was that their opponents were the most terrifying pest in this universe.

The sword cultivators are much simpler, most of them are intuitive. They have a blind faith in the crow's attack. This confidence has accompanied them for hundreds of years and has never disappointed them! The other is the rational type, such as an elephant. He looked up and clearly determined that this was the celestial phenomena of the Yang God. The soul could not make such a big noise. Therefore, the matter was obvious. Fang Hu was dead this time, and no one could save them.

The only thing that made him a little dissatisfied was that it took a little longer, not Li Ji's style. He had been paying attention to this disciple. Even though he was completely behind in terms of realm and strength, he still thought that this was still that disciple.

He felt that there was something wrong with this disciple's direction!

Paper cannot cover the fire. Soon, the monks of Fanghu also understood that one of their two pillars had been eaten by the evil crows. The two beat one and the other ended up like this. Now, can there be a single-on-one turn around?

No one dares to predict, and no one dares to say it out, but their subsequent behaviors truly betray their psychology, fighting each other, running wildly,

Square pot collapsed!

The harvest season has come, and the large-scale massacre of high-level monks begins now. Once a person loses confidence and is dominated by the fear of death, his combat effectiveness can be exerted very limited.

The two Tiangang Beidou Formations that have been idle have begun to exert their power.

There is a sword formation above, a sword cultivator is in the middle, and a sword cultivator is rushing down in layers. The lower part of the sword killer is fishing in the troubled waters. The journey of escape is extremely difficult. This is the true face of the war in the sect. The role of high-level monks in it is irreplaceable!

There were also more than a dozen Fifth Ring monks watching the fun. They stood aside from a distance and were short of a flag: We are our own people, don’t be hurt by chance!

A Daqian Zhenjun whispered: "Is it that Jinghua who is leaving?"

Wushen Cup Taoist nodded, "It's him! He was killed nine times in total! His legs were found out. I could feel that there was an inexplicable power. It should be his acquired spiritual treasure, right?"

These true lords are also hidden and lying on the tiger. Their focus is on the void, but not in the realm of the group fights. Everyone is estimating how long they can last if they put themselves in their shoes, and the result is not optimistic!

A Gemini monk who also carries a spiritual treasure pointed out, "Fellow Jinghua's spiritual treasure has not been destroyed. I guess it was a change of ownership in the battle!"

Everyone was speechless, and a true master said dejectedly: "This is too shameless!"

No one pays attention to him, and it is also a skill to seize the spiritual treasure. I can only blame the master for improper sacrifice and refining. Who will blame him?

Daqian Zhenjun sighed: "I guess Fellow Daoist Li is probably not a pure sword cultivator. He has too many strange things in his ability, but it is not just a fast sword, but a heavy sword. Brother Qiancun, you have to be careful when you meet him!"

Qiangu smiled, "What am I careful about? My relationship with Xuanyuan is getting better and better. We are all friends. I have drunk wine with him several times in the mountain gate. I am quite easy-going..."

Everyone showed a shameless expression, but they also secretly woke up in their hearts. If the iron law of the cultivation world cannot defeat the opponent, then they will change from an opponent to an opponent!

It’s a pity that not everyone can understand the truth.

A Taiqing Zhenjun was still unwilling to accept it, "Senior Brother Shuiyue is still here, and the outcome of the future may be decided. Is it too early for you to make a decision?"

Qiangu said disdainfully: "Even the monks under the square pot know how to judge the situation, but brother Tai is still stubborn here?

Well, why not bet here, and use the thousand purple-clear as the bet, whoever wins and whoever loses?

A small gambling is a bad habit, and a big gambling is harmful to your body. Are you interested?"

No one said anything, including a few monks of the Three Pure Land, no one was stupid. Hope is the same thing, but the real difference is the same. Is there anyone who wins this universe gambling in Li Yuqiu?

The focus is only on how much time it takes. Maybe, you can also bet on whether the spiritual treasure of Water Moon will change hands. Fang Hu's fate has been decided, so their nominal alliance of the Three Pure Ones can't reach out at this time, so they can only watch their sword on the fifth ring and break it in their nest.
Chapter completed!