I will become an immortal in this world

After hearing Fang Wang's words, Zhou Xue immediately said to Zhou Xingshi: "Put him on your back and I will protect you. Let's go!"

"But……"

Zhou Xingshi hesitated, his goal was to protect Fang Wang, and he didn't care about Fang Hanyu.

"Don't worry, he's very strong, hurry up and don't drag him down!" Zhou Xue said solemnly, her tone a little impatient.

Zhou Xingshi was urged by her and had to carry Fang Hanyu on his back. The two of them rushed towards the woods and quickly disappeared.

The middle-aged man standing next to the red sedan immediately waved his hand, and a dozen Qingchan Valley disciples immediately chased Zhou Xue and the others.

Fang Wang raised his left hand and placed it horizontally in front of him, with his index and middle fingers standing side by side. In an instant, three sword shapes formed around his body, and he immediately attacked the Qingchan Valley disciples.

The sword energy cuts through the air at extremely fast speeds!

The expressions of the Green Cicada Valley disciples changed dramatically. The disciples above the seventh level of the Qi-nourishing Realm evaded one after another. Those below the seventh level were directly pierced by sword energy in their throats, and their blood spilled into the sky. The remaining disciples tried to dodge, but their speed was not as fast as Jinghong Shen. Sword tactics.

In less than three breaths, a dozen Qingqi-nourishing Qing Cicada Valley disciples all died suddenly, and their bodies fell down.

Fang Wang's eyes were always fixed on the red sedan chair above the Gu worm. He secretly disdained: "The devil's path is the devil's path. I can't sit still and watch my fellow disciples die miserably."

The middle-aged man stared at Fang Wang, extremely angry. The Qingchan Valley disciples behind him spread out and surrounded Fang Wang. Everyone took out their own magical weapons or Gu insects.

Surrounded by hundreds of Qingchan Valley disciples, Fang Wang didn't panic at all. What he wanted to do was to contain the enemy as much as possible.

The curtain of the red sedan finally opened, and an evil man wearing black brocade clothes walked out. He had a handsome face, dark purple lips, and even the bags under his eyes. There was a faint poisonous air lingering between his eyebrows, and his long hair was entangled at the crown of his hair. Underneath, the hair crown is made of the body of a poisonous scorpion, which is extremely terrifying.

Li Hongshuang, the number one genius in Qingchan Valley, had already gained fame before entering the valley. His aura was completely different from other Qingchan Valley disciples.

The first time he saw him, Fang Wang thought he was looking at the elder of Qingchan Valley.

Li Hongshuang stared at Fang Wang, watching the three sword shapes return behind Fang Wang, standing suspended, and he asked: "Jinghong Divine Sword Jue, what is your relationship with Yang Yuanzi?"

Fang Wang was wearing a bamboo hat. When he looked up, the shadow of the bamboo hat made his face look extremely cold. Fang Hanyu's tragic situation made the murderous intention in his heart keep rising.

"Is Yang Yuanzi the only one in the world who knows the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique?" Fang Wang asked rhetorically.

If he had to delay Zhou Xue and the others, he would have already taken action.

Li Hongshuang raised his right hand, and a blood-red flag flew out from above his head, quickly grew in size, and then fell into his hand, taller than his entire body.

The blood-red flag has an image of an evil ghost printed on it. It is so hideous and terrifying that it seems to be alive. It opens its teeth and claws as the flag sways.

The natal treasure!

"Since you refuse to say it, I will force you to say it!"

Li Hongshuang said in a cold voice. As he spoke, he kicked the middle-aged man next to him. The Gu insect under his feet immediately pounced on Fang Wang without his instructions.

During the surprise attack, Li Hongshuang quickly waved the bloody flag, and billowing blood mist escaped, like long dragons killing in the direction.

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and his spiritual power exploded, condensing sword shapes around his body.

Jinghong Shenjian Jue, twelve swords!

He jumped up and used the flying sword to kill the Gu worms. The twelve sword shapes struck at a faster speed, drawing different trajectories in the air and scattering the blood mist dragons head-on.

The corners of Li Hongshuang's mouth raised, she jumped up, raised her left hand high, and slapped it down angrily, her spiritual power condensed into a giant black palm and pressed down.

Fang Wang suddenly threw the Qingjun Sword in his hand, and the Qingjun Sword turned into a blue rainbow and flew away as fast as lightning, shattering the black giant palm. Li Hongshuang subconsciously twisted his body to avoid the Qingjun Sword, but the hair on his temples A strand of black hair was cut off.

"High-quality magic weapon!"

Li Hongshuang's eyes flashed with sternness,

He was not deterred, but continued to kill Fang Wang.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them collided head-on. Fang Wang used his fingers as swords and controlled the twelve sword shapes to attack Li Hongshuang crazily. Li Hongshuang quickly waved the bloody flag, resisting the twelve sword shapes and launching an offensive at the same time.

What a sinister gas!

Fang Wang noticed that his twelve sword shapes were shrinking after being contaminated by poisonous mist. The poison could corrode spiritual power!

Li Hongshuang's offensive was fierce, and she was definitely the strongest opponent Fang Wang had ever encountered in terms of physical speed.

The bloody flag waved by, and his left palm shot out from under the flag, hitting Fang Wang's chest.

when!

Li Hongshuang was knocked back, and Fang Wang was also knocked back. In terms of the distance of retreat, it was difficult to distinguish between them.

"What kind of skill is this?"

Li Hongshuang frowned, his left hand trembled slightly, he immediately made a fist and suppressed it forcefully.

Following his gaze, Fang Wang's body was surrounded by a layer of gas visible to the naked eye, causing the surrounding space to shake.

"What a domineering spiritual power!"

Fang Wang was secretly frightened, but more importantly, he was excited. He was worthy of being the future master of Qingchan Valley.

After a fight, he had a rough understanding of Li Hongshuang's strength, and murderous intent could no longer be restrained, bursting out from his eyes.

Fang Wang raised the two fingers of his right hand upwards, and the number of sword shapes behind him began to increase.

Sixteen swords!

Eighteen swords!

Twenty-two swords!

Li Hongshuang was moved and felt a turmoil in his heart. He had a certain understanding of the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique, and Yang Yuanzi had not exceeded fifteen swords when he was in the Soul Shaping Realm.

He did not panic, and immediately waved his sleeves, and countless poisonous insects flew out of his sleeves. They were densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, forming an oppressive cloud over the woods.

Fang Wang condensed twenty-seven swords in one breath, and the twenty-seven swords surrounded him, making his robe violently flutter, as if it was about to break at any moment.

The more sword shapes there are in Jinghong Shenjian Jue, not only the number increases, but the power of each sword will also continue to increase. Once the twenty-seven swords are released, Fang Wang's sword power reaches a terrifying level, even those who are watching the battle. The Qingchan Valley disciples were also uneasy, and some were even retreating.

Fang Wang stared at Li Hongshuang and said coldly: "If you are only like this, you will have no future."

When Li Hongshuang heard this, he became furious and immediately raised the blood-colored flag high. Blood-colored lightning suddenly appeared from the dark cloud where countless poisonous insects gathered together, one after another, with powerful thunder.

Formation!

…

In the woods, Zhou Xue and Zhou Xingshi shuttled quickly, and they saw the corpses of monsters and monks along the way, which was shocking.

boom!

Hearing the deafening thunder behind him, Zhou Xingshi couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Can he really escape?"

That's Li Hongshuang!

Even though Fang Wang is a Tian Yuan Baoling, Li Hongshuang is also an Earth Yuan Baoling after all, and there is a huge gap in their cultivation levels.

The third level of the Spiritual Realm is against the ninth level of the Spiritual Realm. No matter how you look at it, it is difficult to win, not to mention that the opponent is the number one genius of the Demonic Sect!

Zhou Xue stared ahead and said without looking back: "Don't underestimate him. This kid always has a hidden card. Are you sure you know all his strength? Even if he loses to Li Hongshuang, it will not be difficult for him to escape."

When Zhou Xingshi heard this, he felt a little at ease.

yes.

He didn't know how strong Fang Wang was.

Fang Hanyu, who was lying on Zhou Xingshi's back, remained silent, but he was also sweating for Fang Wang in his heart.

…

boom! boom! boom……

Thunderbolts swayed down and ravaged the woods. A disciple of Qingchan Valley screamed in agony, and his whole body was scorched black. There were originally three to four hundred disciples of Qingchan Valley, but now only one-third remained, and they were all hiding in the distance. Looking at the battlefield with fear, Li Hongshuang's huge Gu was pressing down on a forest, burning smoke was rising from his body, and wisps of blood mist permeated the battlefield, adding a depressing atmosphere to the battlefield.

This thunder is not Li Hongshuang's formation!

After the hair crown fell off, the disheveled Li Hongshuang gritted her teeth and stared at Fang Wang, and said in a cold voice: "Who are you with the thunder technique in the sky? Could it be that you are Lu Yuanjun?"

Fang Wang was seen holding the Qingjun sword high, with the tip of the sword pointing at the center of the thunder clouds in the sky. Twenty-seven sword shapes surrounded him. At this moment, his momentum reached its peak and he was arrogant.

Fang Wang snorted: "Lu Yuanjun is nothing!"

He suddenly sheathed his sword and turned into a white rainbow to kill Li Hongshuang.

Bai Hong Escape Technique may not be just for escaping!

Li Hongshuang was furious, holding a bloody flag in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand to kill him.

In full view of everyone, he did not allow himself to fail!

Clang!

The two swords struck each other, sparks bursting out. The two looked at each other, with fierce killing intent in their eyes. Almost instantly, the two of them shot at the same time, and the magic weapon in their hands was so fast that afterimages appeared.

The twenty-seven swords of Jinghong Shenjue followed Fang Wang, attacking Li Hongshuang from all directions. Li Hongshuang opened and closed, the blood-red flag danced, resisting the twenty-seven swords, and the long sword in his hand displayed a set of fierce swordsmanship. Hands facing each other.

The billowing blood mist continued to spread, and the two figures continued to intersect, hitting the ground from the sky, their footsteps scraped the ground, and kicked up flying sand and rocks.

This scene made those Qingchan Valley disciples who survived frightened.

"How is it possible! Senior Brother Li can't take him down!"

"Who is he?"

"He must be from Taiyuan Sect, otherwise why would he save that Taiyuan Sect disciple? I didn't expect that Taiyuan Sect would have such a powerful person."

"Have you heard what Senior Brother Li said before? The technique of drawing thunder from the sky and the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique are both unique skills of the Taiyuan Sect. If you master one of them and practice it to great perfection, you can control the whole country. Unexpectedly, There are disciples who master two unique skills!”

"Could this person be the single-lineage disciple of Taiyuan Sect?"

Fang Wang and Li Hongshuang no longer cared to listen to the discussions of the disciples. They only had one thing in mind, killing each other.

Fang Wang wants to avenge Fang Hanyu, while Li Hongshuang fights for his own pride!

Li Hongshuang swung her sword fiercely, and the sword energy like a storm was filled with poison and struck Fang Wang. Fang Wang used Jue Ying Step and quickly evaded. His eyes condensed, and the sword shape condensed behind him again.

Five swords appeared at once!

Thirty-two swords!

Li Hongshuang's pupils shrank, with a look of horror on his face. Before he could speak, the speed of the thirty-two sword shapes around Fang Wang suddenly increased and became even more powerful.

Thirty-two swords attacked Li Hongshuang crazily. Li Hongshuang held two magic weapons and barely resisted. However, in less than three breaths, he was injured and became more and more passive.

Fang Wang threw the Qingjun sword fiercely, cutting through the billowing dust, and charged towards Li Hongshuang.

Even though he was caught off guard by the Thirty-Two Swords, Li Hongshuang still reacted very quickly and leaned back to avoid the Qingjun Sword. As soon as he stood up, the Thirty-Two Swords came at him from all directions at the same time.

Bang!

The sword in Li Hongshuang's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and he saw thirty-two sword shapes thrust into his body. Blood surged all over his body, and even a large amount of poisonous blood poured out of his mouth, which he could not contain at all.

He stared at Fang Wang, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes, and he said with trembling lips: "Jinghong... Thirty-two Swords... Who are you..."

Poof!

The Qingjun Sword suddenly struck from behind and cut off his head. His head fell to the ground, rolled several times, and was blocked by Fang Wang's right foot, his eyes still open angrily.