Volume 1, Chapter 196: Feng Shanke dies.
King Wu sneered, his old face showing a sinister and sharp look.
His energy is concentrated in the tip of the pen in his hand.
"Dongfang Qinghu... prepare to die."
As he spoke, his energy suddenly exploded.
With a "puff" sound.
A blood mist splashed up.
Dongfang Qinghu was stunned.
Feng Shanke was even more shocked.
Feeling the pain in his abdomen, he looked down.
I saw a pen with a faint luster breaking through my chest.
The white at the tip of the pen has now turned scarlet.
He looked up at Wu Yanwang in disbelief.
"you....."
There was still a smile on Wu Yanwang's lips.
The voice is cold.
"Master Feng, it seems that your reign as the thirty-ninth Saint ends today."
Feng Shanke gritted his teeth and struck out with a palm.
King Yan of Wu was forced to retreat.
With a stroke of the brush, blood drew a blood mist in the air.
Fengshan Kecang Queen retreated and covered her chest with one hand.
Blood gushed out.
Without any preparation, how could he withstand a blow from a Saint at such a close distance?
Besides, strictly speaking, he is not a saint, but only a semi-saint.
He roared and unsheathed the sword in his hand again.
The sword came out with tremendous force, accompanied by wind and snow, and killed Wu Yanwang.
“You really deserve to die…”
King Wu made a stroke of his pen.
A fire dragon appeared out of nowhere and blocked Feng Shanke who was coming to kill him.
He roared at Dongfang Qinghu.
"General, what are you waiting for?"
Dongfang Qinghu just came back to his senses from his shock.
Looking at the two people fighting in front of me,
He didn't have time to think, he pushed hard with his feet and suddenly bounced up.
The broadsword flashed white in the moonlight.
Cut it down with one knife.
Like a huge wave hitting me.
Feng Shanke blocked with his sword.
With a bang.
Smoke and dust rose up.
Where the sword and the knife intersected, a burst of fireworks splashed.
The tip of Wu Yanwang's pen moved again.
Thousands of raging sands appeared behind it and turned into its spears.
He used his pen as a weapon and attacked suddenly.
Thousands of sand spears followed closely.
"Feng Shanke, you will die today."
Feng Shanke's eyes were cold and his brows were furrowed, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Now he had been ambushed and seriously injured, and the two people in front of him were among the top ten masters of Beimang.
How can we be the enemy?
They had only exchanged a few moves.
He was already at a disadvantage.
He was blasted away by the two of them.
At this moment, he had already lost his previous charm, like a broken sword.
The hair is scattered.
The white robe had been dyed a bright red.
It blooms brilliantly in the moonlight.
As he mobilized his true energy, more blood gushed out of his chest.
At this moment, he needs to recover from this wound before there will be any hope.
But Dongfang Qinghu and Wu Yanwang would never do as he wished.
Almost the moment he stepped back, he was already attacked.
The flashes of swords and the shadows of sabers intertwined.
It was accompanied by the howling of raging sand and fire.
Feng Shanke suffered repeated defeats.
At this moment he could only pray in his heart.
Pray for reinforcements.
But what he didn't know was that the so-called reinforcements had already fled.
Even the little brothers he brought with him have turned against him.
At this moment, it is only a matter of time before Feng Shanke dies.
The two attacked more and more fiercely.
The moves are becoming more and more fierce.
Wu Yanwang seized the opportunity and took a step into the air.
In mid-air, he formed a seal with one hand.
The big brush in his hand was spinning wildly, making a buzzing sound.
He drank softly.
"Jingsha, burial together."
The words fell.
Countless raging sands suddenly gathered together.
He actually locked up the seriously injured Feng Shanke.
Feng Shanke's heart tightened and he struggled desperately in panic.
But to no avail.
He knew he was really going to die.
As the leader of a sect, he is one of the top ten masters of the Northern Gangs.
But I am going to die today.
He was very scared. He was afraid of death.
His pupils began to dilate.
Then a voice of prayer was uttered.
"City Lord Wu, let me go. I will listen to you from now on, just like before."
King Wu sneered and said nothing.
But Dongfang Qinghu had already come towards him with a knife.
The sharp broad blade flashed with cold light and dragged a murderous wind.
It is as fast as lightning.
Feng Shanke was desperate and sad.
"No........"
A flash of white light.
Dongfang Qinghu landed on the ground with a bang.
Blood slowly dripped from the blade.
At this moment, Feng Shanke, who was behind him, also had his head severed.
Roll to the ground.
His eyes were still wide open until his death.
That is unwillingness, but also despair...
Dongfang Qinghu put away his knife and said coldly, "Go downstairs and talk to my brothers."
King Wu Yan also put away his magical powers.
Feng Shanke's remains fell to the ground, blood gushed out, dyeing the ground beneath his feet red.
At this point, Feng Shanke died.
The thirty-ninth saint of the Northern Man, died suddenly.
Although he is not a true saint, a half-saint is also a saint.
Feng Shanke also became the shortest-lived saint in the Kyushu Empire.
And in the Fengyue Tinghai Sect, the biggest candle was extinguished.
At the top of the peak, the bell rang four times.
The long and distant bell sounded for four whole days before stopping.
Although it was late at night, all the disciples from the three halls and twelve sects of Fengyue Tinghai Sect were awake at this moment and stopped to look towards the top of the mountain.
This bell doesn't ring easily, but when it rings it means something big is about to happen.
But if it rings four times, it is the death knell.
If this bell can be activated to automatically announce the death, then the deceased can only be the clan leader.
Fengshanke.
They are confused.
Some were puzzled, some were doubtful, and some were terrified.
"The leader is gone..."
And at the same time.
Outside the South City, three dark shadows hurriedly ran out of the North Mang City.
Although the faces of the three were covered with black cloth.
But what could be seen in those eyes, under the moonlight, was a deep fear.
They were really scared, the cow was so scary.
It’s not so much fear as it is terror, the fear of the unknown.
Suddenly, a figure appeared behind them and came in front of them at an extremely fast speed.
The three were stunned when they saw the person coming.
His expression became even more flustered.
One of them asked in a hurried tone;
"Elder Li, why didn't you die......"
The man cursed without even turning his head: "Fuck you, I'm a Heavenly Master."
But he muttered in his heart that fortunately he acted prudently and sent out the blood puppet clone.
Possesses 70% of one's own strength.
Otherwise, I am afraid I will really die in Beimang City today.
I couldn't help but feel secretly relieved.
I was also cursing in my heart.
"Damn Wang Changsheng, with such a bull around, you let me die. What the hell are you thinking?"
If Li Gao were here, he would definitely recognize this person as his master.
Acting with extraordinary stability, just like today.
Who would have thought that it was just one of his clones.
Even the three people who had been with him all the way didn't notice it and actually thought he was dead.
Suddenly, in front of the four people, smoke and dust rolled up, thunder roared, and stars roared.
The four stopped.
One of them said, "It's the master of Tingchao Pavilion and Xu Ping'an."
The Heavenly Master said, "I know. Do you need to tell me?"
"Elder, what should we do? Do you need help?"
The Taoist priest didn't even think about it and said, "I'm not helping you. It's not safe. Let's retreat. Go this way..."
As he said that, he changed direction and went to the other side.
Although the one that just died was a puppet, it was a blood puppet, fed by his own essence and blood. Now that it is dead, it is natural that there will be some backlash against him.
The most urgent task is to escape from the northern gangsters safely.
Based on the principle that I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die.
Staying to help was out of the question.
He just wanted to go home.
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