The strong man of the Black Death Clan suddenly grinned, and everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"Not good, Master Qian, please retreat quickly!" Saint Qianling's face turned pale, and she looked at the Black Death people in disbelief.

Buzz! A buzzing sound came from the heaven and earth, and the strong man of the Black Death Clan disappeared again. A black lightning flashed between heaven and earth and suddenly appeared in front of Qi Laogui.

"Fuck you, I don't care who you are, just die!"

Boom! A huge wave that shook the world erupted from Qi Laogui's body, like a rolling river. The huge waves formed a river in the sky behind him, and rushed towards the Black Death Clan with a rumbling sound.

"You don't know what you can do!" The strong man of the Black Death Clan sneered, and suddenly stretched out his hand. A long, withered hand seemed to cut through space, leaving a series of black lights in its place. When it appeared again, it had already passed through Qi Laogui's chest.

Plop! Plop! A claw-like hand was holding a still-beating heart. It was covered in blood, and the beating was obviously getting slower and slower.

"No!"

Old Ghost Qi muttered to himself and turned his head blankly, almost turning half a circle, and watched in confusion as his heart slowly stopped beating.

This was the first time that Qi Laogui saw his living heart, and also the last time.

In just a single encounter, the two Mahayana stage warriors were dead, just like two defenseless children. Their deaths in front of the Black Death Clan warriors were so quick that it was hard to accept.

Qian Lao and Lu Qiju were both pale, and they watched in horror as Qi Laogui died at the hands of the Black Death Clan, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Plop! Hongqiu sat down on the ground with his buttocks. Scales on his face stood up, he shivered constantly, and beads of sweat kept dripping down.

After swallowing hard, Hong Qiu shook his head and slowly rubbed his butt backwards, muttering to himself: "It's terrible, it's terrible, I...I want to go home!"

Buzz! Every time a person was killed, a red line would appear in the black air wave on the body of the Black Death Clan member, and the whole person would look fuller.

Everyone then noticed in horror that both Fang Jielin and Qi Laogui's bodies seemed to have lost one third of their flesh and blood, and had turned into mummies.

"I didn't expect it to be so delicious. It turns out that slightly stronger human blood is the most delicious thing in this world."

A dark light flashed in the eyes of the Black Death Clan, and they looked at Elder Qian with a sinister expression.

Elder Qian's whole body trembled, he stretched out his hand, and a broad long sword appeared in his hand.

"Soul-slaying Sword!" Lu Qiju's expression changed and he looked at Mr. Qian in surprise.

Qian Lao smiled bitterly and muttered to himself: "I haven't used it for a long time, old friend. It looks like I have to fight with you again today, and it is very likely that this will be... the last time!"

Lu Qiju took a breath, then suddenly breathed it back in, and punched himself hard in the heart, causing a stream of blood to spurt out.

Boom! A surging wave of true essence and fire erupted from Lu Qiju's body. The terrifying air waves surged to the sky, and between the waves of thunder, there was a ferocious rumbling sound.

Behind Lu Qiju, terrifying thunderclouds seemed like a celestial phenomenon, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. The powerful aura of the Mahayana period suddenly erupted completely, covering the surrounding space with a turbulent and turbulent atmosphere.

"thunder?"

The Black Death Clan warrior who was staring at Elder Qian suddenly changed his expression, revealing a ferocious look of anger. He snorted coldly and said, "What I hate most in my life is the power of thunder. You... die first!"

Lu Qiju laughed loudly, as if he was crazy. He jumped up, and thunder dragons roared in the air, surrounding him. Dozens of thunder dragons roared, and he said to the strong man of the Black Death Clan: "It's not so easy to kill me!"

At this point, Lu Qiju turned to Qian Lao and said, "Brother Qian, I'll go first, and the rest is up to you!"

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you be so arrogant in front of a human cultivator like me!"

Boom! One after another, violent thunder rushed towards the strong men of the Black Death Clan, with overwhelming waves of energy, destroying the heavens and the earth.

Elder Qian also roared in anger, and a huge black light suddenly burst out from the Soul-Slaying Sword, covering the sky and the sun. The bright world seemed to have turned into darkness.

As he jumped up, Elder Qian turned around and shouted to Saint Qian Ling: "Qian Ling, take the others and leave here quickly, the sooner the better!"

Elder Qian was furious and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a light exclamation. His expression suddenly changed and he looked towards the strong man of the Black Death Clan.

The strong man of the Black Death Clan stared at Hua Youyue on the ground, with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes. After a moment, a hint of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Hua Youyue looked at the strong man of the Black Death Clan calmly, and only when a look of ecstasy appeared on the face of the strong man of the Black Death Clan did she frown slightly and slowly unsheathed the Moon Shadow Holy Weapon in her hand.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."

With a loud rumble, a violent thunder dragon rushed over from mid-air, and in the blink of an eye it rushed in front of the Black Death Clan's strongman, but was extinguished by the Black Death Clan's strongman with one hand! The terrifying thunder dragon did not even make a wail before it dissipated between heaven and earth.

Dozens of thunder dragons were strangled one by one in the hands of the strong men of the Black Death Clan, and the strong men of the Black Death Clan did not even turn their heads back, and walked towards Hua Youyue step by step.

"I didn't expect to see such an interesting soul here. Hey, there seems to be a trace of other aura on you. Let me take a look. It smells delicious. Little girl, after refining you, I may be able to recover to my peak strength. You..."

"You can try!" Hua Youyue's expression remained as calm as water.

Even when facing a powerful Black Death Clan member who could kill a Mahayana cultivator with a wave of his hand, the expression on Hua Youyue's face did not change much, except that the long sword in her hand suddenly emitted a ball of moonlight.

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One man, one sword, one proud character. With the sword in his hand, he holds the whole world! Qian Lao did not chop down with the long sword in his hand, but looked at Lu Qiju, both waiting for the best time to attack.

Obviously, there was something on Hua Youyue that attracted the strong man of the Black Death Clan, and he walked straight towards her.

Everyone gasped, looked at Hua Youyue in horror, then looked at the strong men of the Black Death Clan, and retreated one after another, fearing that they would be implicated.

What a joke, this guy in front of me is really scary.

Hua Youyue was just a cultivator in the Divine Wandering Stage. Facing the powerful men of the Black Death Clan, she had almost no room for resistance.

At this moment, Han Yan'er beside Hua Youyue suddenly moved. The long sword in her hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and she leaped up and rushed towards the strong man of the Black Death Clan.

"The Sun Shadow Shines!"

Han Yan'er's martial arts were as stubborn as her personality. She attacked suddenly without any warning, and even the strong men of the Black Death Clan were startled.

Boom! The sun's shadow fell on the Black Death Clan warrior, who staggered instantly, but looked at Han Yan'er as if he was unharmed. He stretched out his hand and immediately pulled Han Yan'er over, grabbing her throat.

Han Yan'er's face turned pale, and she looked at the powerful Black Death Clan member in horror.

Everyone gasped and looked at Han Yan'er in the hands of the Black Death Clan warrior in shock and suspicion.

Who could have thought that Han Yan'er, who had already entered the Dao of Yang Zhen at such a young age, would actually die at the hands of the Black Death Clan.

Yang Zhen?

By the way, where did that bastard Yang Zhen go? Why wasn't that bastard Yang Zhen with the two women at this time?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Hua Youyue slowly walked forward, and said calmly to the Black Death Clan warrior, "Let her go!"

“Hehehe!” The Black Death Clan warrior sneered, “An interesting spirit, an interesting Dao essence, interesting, interesting!”

As he spoke, the strong man of the Black Death Clan suddenly stretched out his other hand, slowly raised it up, and grabbed Hua Youyue.

Everyone turned pale with fear.

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded: "Quyou'er, you are numb, quyou'er, you dare to touch the woman of this slutty saint, are you tired of living?"

(End of this chapter)