Chapter 2537                                                            �

The leading demon cultivator narrowed his eyes and his tone gradually became colder.

"Oh? So, have you rejected our kindness?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Jianxing stood up with the sword, without saying a word, but just spitted at them.

"Pooh!"

The demon cultivator came from the anger and thought to himself that you, a little Xuanzhen cultivator, dared to be so arrogant, and couldn't help but say with a ferocious look: "Good boy! He's a hard bone."

After watching how to peel your cramps and bones, crush your spiritual sea, and ignite your soul inch by inch! Then see if your mouth is still hard! Brothers, come on!"

With his order.

The two demon cultivators around him instantly rushed out, stretched out two huge blood claws, and grabbed Xu Jianxing.

Xu Jianxing's expression changed and he quickly waved the spiritual sword in his hand to resist it. However, he was the opponent of these two Jade Realm Demon Cultivators, and he was beaten to retreat step by step.

"Dong!"

His body hit a big tree hard, and directly cut off the big tree in the middle of his waist and fell down with a bang.

Lying among the piles of branches and leaves, his body was covered in blood, his eyes were dull, and his breath was weak.

"It's...haha..."

However, Xu Jianxing endured the pain and climbed up from the branches and leaves, trying to hold a piece of branches with his trembling hands. The blood on his arms flowed down the branches and fell to the ground drippingly.

At this time.

Three blood mists appeared in front of him, and the voice of the demon cultivator sounded from it.

"How is it? If you admit now that Li Tian Jian Sect is a hypocrite and a real villain, then our promise is still counted and you will never die."

At this moment, the blood on Xu Jianxing's face covered his sight, and he could only see three black shadows in front of him, but he was unable to wipe them.

"Get out...get out..."

He used all his strength to say this, but a bright smile appeared on his face. He raised his trembling arm and pointed at the black shadow in front of him with the blood-stained branches, just like the spiritual sword in his previous hand.

"Good boy, since you are determined to die! I will fulfill you!"

Seeing this, the demon cultivator had no intention of playing. He was about to take action to kill him, but suddenly found something was wrong.

"What's going on? Why are you holding a branch? Where is your spiritual sword?"

Xu Jianxing tried hard to lift his heavy eyelids and pulled the corners of his mouth, "Yes... Where is my spiritual sword? I think it is on the way to the sect's base now..."

"What?!"

The faces of the three demon cultivators who were hiding in the blood mist changed and they shouted in anger: "How dare you play tricks on us?"

"Play you guys?"

Xu Jianxing was finally unable to maintain a standing posture, supporting the branches with both hands, his body was limp, but he still did not fall down.

"You are so stupid...brainless...demonic trash..."

He smiled miserably. After he knew that he could not escape, he had been thinking about how to send the distress signal back to the sect's residence.

Just when he was pouring out with the help of the big tree, he finally used all his last spiritual power to send out the spirit sword and stood up in time, attracting the attention of the three demon cultivators.

At this moment, I guess the master and uncle have already received their request for help.

"Ah! Die for me!"

The demon cultivators finally couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts anymore. They were actually played with by low-level monks who they regarded as playthings. How could they bear such humiliation? It was a killer move when they took action.

Feeling the bloody storm that was constantly approaching him, Xu Jianxing still had a smile on his weak face. His blood-stained vision suddenly became clear, and several familiar figures appeared, which were his family members who were harmed by the demon cultivator.

"Father, mother, sister, you are here to pick me up..."

"boom!"

The blood blade used by the demon cultivator slashed on Xu Jianxing fiercely, and the huge power lifted up the surrounding dust, covering their figures...

...

"Dong!"

On the top of a mountain forest, an extremely fierce battle was taking place in front of a layered array of magic circles.

Wang Tiezhu was bitten by a monster's soul, then he swung it violently and smashed it hard on the ground in front of the defensive magic array.

"Wang Tiezhu!!!"

Inside the defensive magic circle.

Liu Weizhi looked at Wang Tiezhu who was so close to her and stood up angrily, but was firmly grabbed by Ye Huanxi and Zhang Tingruo.

"Let me go! He is almost dead, you can't see it!"

Liu Weizhi's face was covered in tears, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, struggling to rush out.

Zhang Tingruo's face was gloomy, and two lines of clear tears flowed out from Ye Huanxi Xing's eyes. Neither of them spoke, but just grabbed Liu Weizhi's arm tightly.

"Ahem!"

Wang Tiezhu spit out a few blood clots, slowly got up from the ground, turned his head to look at Liu Weizhi in the magic circle, and shook her head slightly.

The dragon scale patterns hidden under his skin were already very dim, and the red light between his eyebrows had already dissipated, and now his body was covered with deep bone-observing scars.

After the spiritual power was exhausted, even the Taixuan Hunyuan Gong stopped operating. He now relied on his body to resist the attack of Venerable Leng Ming.

In the air.

Venerable Leng Ming, dressed in white, held the Thousand Soul Netherworld Banner in one hand and the blood-red beast soul demon sword in the other hand, looking down at Wang Tiezhu with disdain.

"Your physical strength is actually comparable to that of the top spiritual weapons! If I hadn't been able to take over the 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 take off the heads of your fellow disciples one by one! Hahaha!"

Looking at the Lord Leng Ming who was laughing wildly in the air, Wang Tiezhu lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood foam, raised his trembling arms, and continued to pose in a defensive posture.

He knew that he could not give up, nor could he enter the magic circle.

This seemingly firm magic array could not withstand Leng Ming's several slashes.

So someone must be restrained outside.

And except for myself, the others still end up being defeated by a single knife, and I must grit my teeth and persevere!

At this time.

A look of impatientness appeared in the eyes of Master Leng Ming. He smiled coldly and said, "I have no time to play with you anymore. After you finish you, you have to absorb the spiritual power of the little boys in the turtle shell, so you can die honestly!"

He roared angrily, and the Thousand Soul Netherworld Banner and the Beast Soul Demon Sword waved together.

For a moment, the sky was filled with dark winds and dark clouds.

Countless souls and monster souls let out miserable cries, and finally gathered together, bowing one after another to rush towards Wang Tiezhu on the ground.

Looking at the remnant souls and beasts everywhere, Wang Tiezhu smiled slightly.

"I really look at me..."

Then, he turned his head and looked at the magic circle. Behind the light curtains was Liu Weizhi's face full of tears, Zhang Tingruo's face full of resentment, and Ye Huanxi's face full of guilt.

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