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Su Heng frowned slightly and poured his strength into the scabbard with a calm mind.

As the power surged like a flame, the simple black wood scabbard suddenly became blurred, and then lines of writing appeared, quickly passing by.

"call!"

Su Heng stretched out his hand and wiped it gently and breathed a sigh of relief.

At least it wasn't his hometown Baihua County that had a problem, but Meng Huan was in trouble.

A few days ago, Wu Chenghua, the second generation ancestor of the Wu family, invited Meng Huan to come as a guest to discuss the fight against the mythical battlefield. Among the Immortal Sects, Wuji Sword Sect is the strongest. Among the aristocratic families, the Jiangbei Wu family is second to none.

With the powerful alliance, this meeting is of great significance.

Meng Huan certainly knew that something was going on here in Jiangbeizhou, but he might be relying on his amazing cultivation, or he might have other considerations. Finally, I decided to leave and go alone. But now, Feijian passed the letter to Su Heng. It was obvious that the conversation between the two did not go well.

"Senior Meng Huan taught me the sword-forging technique and helped me solve my doubts, which helped me a lot. Now that he is in trouble, I can't just sit idly by and ignore it."

Su Hengheng came to have clear grievances and grievances.

In addition, he had planned to go to Wu's house in person.

Now when encountering such a thing, there is no need to hesitate at all. Immediately, he was ready to leave immediately!

But, before that.

There are still some first and last details that need to be dealt with a little bit.

"There seems to be a blood poison entrenched in your body, and you can't completely remove it?" Su Heng's eyes fell on Ke Yulan.

There was blood on her shoulders.

Although the injury healed, a large number of dark red tendons spread outward.

It gradually gets closer to the heart, like a crawling centipede. At first glance, it looks particularly hideous and terrifying on the fair skin.

"I don't know where this blood poison comes from. I have never seen it before." Ke Yulan whispered, "Master, could it be you..."

"Haha, you know how to hit snakes and follow them with a stick." Su Heng sneered.

As the saying goes, those who understand current affairs are heroes. Su Heng was not disgusted with Ke Yulan's cooperative attitude.

Uh-huh!

He waved his hand and unleashed a powerful force.

The gray power integrated into Ke Yulan's body, as if there were huge insects crawling under her skin.

The severe pain made Ke Yulan's face slightly distorted and she broke out in cold sweat.

But even so.

She still relaxed her body and did not resist.

After a while, all the blood poison in Ke Yulan's body disappeared. It was swallowed up and transformed by Su Heng's strength, but this part of the strength was not taken back by Su Heng. Instead, it hovered inside Ke Yulan's body, and then lodged in Ke Yulan's beating heart.

Ke Yulan only felt a gloomy cold air that lingered in her chest.

With every beat of the heart, it continues to spread outward.

As a demon boss.

Ke Yulan knew that this was some kind of restraint technique.

But how it works and what the outcome will be, Ke Yulan has no way of knowing.

Think of the illustrious reputation the other party has built in less than a year. Coupled with the exaggerated scenery that he had seen with his own eyes before, even if he thought about it with his toes, he could understand that it was betrayal or even just unsatisfactory. Its end must be tragic beyond imagination.

The biggest fear comes precisely from the unknown.

Ke Yulan took a deep breath and put back her messy thoughts.

She lowered her head, looked respectful, and whispered, "Thank you, Master, for healing me."

Su Heng looked high and reached out to pat her face casually, as if rewarding an obedient hound.

"You guys stay here and don't move. I'll come as soon as I go." Su Heng arranged it casually.

"Understood." Ke Yulan said.

When she raised her head, she saw that Su Heng had turned around and left.

With one step, the distance is tens to hundreds of meters.

After a few run-ups, he jumped heavily, and the entire hillside suddenly collapsed, sending smoke and dust billowing into the air. Su Heng's dark and burly body leaped from the ground, flying in the strong wind, and disappeared at the end of the sky in the blink of an eye.

"The vicious man has finally left. What's going on recently? The evildoers in Jiangbeizhou are rampant. It seems that they can't stay here any longer." A muscular man over two meters tall jumped out of the fire and came to Ke Yulan stood beside him and said, "Boss, if you don't take this opportunity, we can secretly..."

Wait for Su Heng to leave.

Ke Yulan regained her cool appearance as a demon master.

Snapped!

Her mountain-like dark eyebrows frowned slightly, and she slapped the man directly in the face, causing the latter's body to spin like a top.

Ke Yulan stretched out her hand, and another female disciple quickly handed over a clean towel.

"Didn't you hear the order given by the master just now?" Ke Yulan reached out to take it, wiped her fingers clean, and said coldly, "Re-summarize the contents on the scroll, arrange the route, and make an emergency plan."

"If this thing gets messed up, haha..."

In the Demon Elephant Gate.

Ke Yulan has accumulated great prestige.

She glanced coldly, and the remaining people hurried out to work.

Looking at the busy backs of these disciples and elders, Ke Yulan sighed softly. Although he has lost his freedom, it is good to find a stable supporter in troubled times. What's more, that person's experience is legendary.

perhaps……

She gently caressed her plump chest with one hand.

What happened today was a combination of misfortune and blessing. It was an opportunity that she could not ask for, maybe.

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"You're here?"

"I am coming!"

"You shouldn't have come..." With a sigh, the old man, who was as thin as a skeleton, slowly appeared in the shadow.

"Why can't I come?" Meng Huan took off his bamboo hat and hung it on the hanger beside him. "I can go to Zhongzhou or Changshengtian. Your old house in Jiangbei, is it a dragon's pond or a tiger's den? Why can't I come?"

He held a half-yellow grass leaf in his mouth. He didn't know where it came from. His beard was untidy on his chin, and he had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.

"It seems that you know that this invitation is a trap." A slightly dim sunlight sprinkled through the window.

It divided the whole room into two.

Wu Chenghua held the cane in both hands and stood in the shadow that seemed to be real.

And Meng Huan, who was elegant and elegant, stood in the bright golden sunlight, with a faint dust floating up and down around him.

"I'm not blind, of course I know there's something fishy here." Meng Huan sneered and took off the grass leaf in his mouth.

With a flick of his finger, accompanied by a "doo" sound, the withered yellow leaves, like a sharp blade, pierced straight into a protruding dragon pillar beside him. The grass leaves were still vibrating slightly, and a faint metallic hum came.

"You have practiced the sword-forging technique of the Wuji Sword Sect to perfection." Wu Chenghua's deeply sunken eyes were filled with a lingering envy.

He coughed lightly and said weakly, "It's good to be young. The young are formidable and enviable."

"It's not that I'm young, it's that you're too useless."

Meng Huan snorted coldly and said mercilessly, "You've lived for more than 500 years and become a piece of shit. For the so-called immortality, you abandoned your martial arts, betrayed your family, and betrayed tens of millions of people in Jiangbei Prefecture. You've done all kinds of evil to harm the people."

"When the Skeleton Monk soldiers went south, your Wu family opened the city gates and sat on the Diaoyutai. At that time, I had tolerated you for a long time."

"Now, haha..." Meng Huan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "For the sake of knowing each other for many years, I'll give you a chance to explain your last words."

"You knew there was a trap here, but you still came."

Being pointed at and scolded, Wu Chenghua, the ancestor of the Wu family and a powerful earth immortal above the sky, remained calm. On his face that had experienced vicissitudes of life, no emotional changes could be seen.

The corners of his mouth even raised a smile, and he said calmly, "I guess, in your eyes, I am like a rotten wood, which can be broken into two pieces with just a little force. There is no threat, is that right?"

"What else?" Meng Huan lowered his center of gravity and slowly reached out to touch the ancient long sword hanging on his waist.

"Under normal circumstances, it is indeed good, but--"

Wu Chenghua didn't have time to finish his words.

Swish!

Meng Huan's full-strength attack had already swept across at the moment when Wu Chenghua was distracted by his complacency.

The sword master who has cultivated to the earthly immortal realm can turn his whole body, even his thoughts, into a sword. The sword hanging on Meng Huan's waist was obtained from a secret realm in Zhongzhou. It has an ancient origin and is extremely sharp. It is indeed a rare magic weapon.

But this magic weapon is just an eye-catching cover on Meng Huan.

Before his fingers touched the hilt, Meng Huan had already slashed out with the sword that he was ready to strike.

An invisible sword energy swept through the void, distorting the sunlight. It was so fast that it was unbelievable, but there was no movement.

Only along the way, a few dust particles that rose and fell silently split into two, proving the terrible meaning contained in this sword.

Wu Chenghua's pupils contracted and he raised his cane to block.

But he was a step too slow.

Puff!

Scarlet blood spurted out, and a skinny head flew up.

"It seems that this is all you can do." Meng Huan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Earthly immortals are immortal, but Wu Chenghua is too old, and the cells in his body can no longer divide. With such a wound, he can basically be declared dead.

Turning around and leaving, but at this moment, Meng Huan suddenly stopped.

Boom!

There was a slight vibration from the ground.

The rustling sound was like a wave, sweeping from all directions. It was like countless vines were tightly leaning against each other and rubbing against each other.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the wall of the earthen fort exploded.

In the smoke and dust, countless blood lights shot out, densely packed like a violent storm.

A strong sense of crisis like a needle pricked almost on the surface of the skin. Meng Huan's face changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and drew his sword out of the sheath.

A series of translucent sword qi galloped across the sky.

The blood-colored vines suspended in the void first solidified, then deformed, and exploded.

But the blood-colored smoke clouds formed by these vines after they exploded were even more troublesome.

Meng Huan reacted quickly, and his strength was whistling, but he was still stained with some of it.

His clothes were covered with black smoke and pits, and then dark red blood spots appeared on his bronze skin, and a sense of powerlessness suddenly spread.

Meng Huan's heart sank rapidly.

The remaining parts of the walls collapsed with a loud bang, and the ground shook violently.

It was not until this time that Meng Huan realized that the bright sunlight had disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a blood moon rising high. In the blood-colored moonlight, a tall and evil figure was looking at him from afar.

"Pa!" Blood Sacrifice Demon God Ralph clapped his hands and smiled, "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is great."

Meng Huan ignored him, but turned around and looked behind him.

His pupils shrank slightly, and he saw Wu Chenghua bend down, pick up his head that had fallen to the ground, install it on his head, and then twist it violently.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, a pair of blood-red pupils stared at him straight.

"Really powerful!" Wu Chenghua grinned, smiling, "The leader of the Sword Sect is indeed worthy of his reputation. I didn't expect that I was almost cut off by your sword."

Wu Chenghua touched his neck and said grimly, "It's a pity that I have already shed my mortal body and returned to the peak."

"It's your turn now. Do you have anything to say before you die?" Wu Chenghua had a condescending expression, wanting to see expressions of shock, despair, etc. on Meng Huan's face.

Unfortunately, he was destined to be disappointed.

Surrounded by a demon god and a rejuvenated earth immortal.

Meng Huan raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was no fear on his face, but he seemed to have noticed something.

With his eyebrows flying with joy, he seemed unusually relaxed. He even sheathed the long sword in his hand with a "swoosh!" and stretched his body.

"So that's why you have the courage to come to see me alone, but unfortunately..." Meng Huan grinned and said, "Unfortunately, I predicted it, and you predicted my prediction."

"What do you mean by this!?" For some reason, looking at the casual smile on Meng Huan's face.

Wu Chenghua's heart, which had regained its vitality, seemed to be tightly grasped by the hand of the ancient god. Suddenly, a chill came over him, and he couldn't breathe or beat, as if frozen...

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