I practice the Tao by blind practice

Chapter 517
Inside the City Lord's Mansion, a group of members of the Bloodthirsty Sect were fleeing in all directions as if they were desperate.

Since they broke into the banquet hall, until now, only a few breaths have passed.

There are only a few dozen or twenty of them left, and they are still alive.

Controlling a disc-shaped magic weapon, Zheng Donglai has just soared into the sky.

A beam of multicolored swords shot out from the banquet hall, chasing after him.

Compared with his flying with the magic weapon, the speed of this sword glow is at least several times faster.

Although it came late, it came first. In just a split second, the sword glow had already struck Zheng Donglai.

There was a sound of 'puchi', and blood spattered everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Donglai let out a scream, fell headlong, and fell from the sky.

The five-colored sword glow turned into a slender figure in a blue shirt.

This figure was undoubtedly Duan Changkong.

He stands in the void out of thin air. With his strength, a person is a sword, and a sword is a person. As for the body, he has already completely abandoned it.

Condescending, he overlooks all living beings.

His gaze fell straight on the street where Zheng Donglai fell.

Most of the street is densely packed with cracks, and these cracks extend from where Zheng Donglai fell, looking like spider webs.

The sword light transformed by Duan Changkong, the sword cut, almost cut him in half alive.

At this moment, he is so dead that he cannot die anymore, and there is no longer any breath of life left.

As a Yukong Realm, compared to ordinary practitioners, he is undoubtedly considered a strong one.

But in front of Duan Changkong, the Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation, he couldn't even block the opponent's sword.

After confirming that Zheng Donglai was really dead, he turned his gaze to another location in the city.

His eyes are deep and colorful.

Through the thick ground, he seemed to see a ball of dirty blood flying towards the outside of the city at a frightening speed.

Cultivating the seventh level of manifestation, one already possesses supernatural powers and can manifest one's true form.

A cultivator of Wanjianzong, who has cultivated to this level, will manifest his true form, which must be a sword.

Some swords have the characteristic of sharpness, some swords have the characteristic of extreme speed, and some swords have the characteristic of piercing the sky...

The same true shape of the sword, but the magic it possesses will definitely be different.

The cultivators in Bloodthirsty Sect are definitely different from Wan Jianzong.

After they reached the seventh level of manifestation, most of the true forms they manifested were a mass of dirty blood.

At this moment, the tainted blood within Duan Changkong's line of sight was obviously transformed by Fang Qingshan.

Compared with Zheng Donglai who just died at his hands, Fang Qingshan is a big realm higher, and his strength is much stronger.

After seeing that the situation was wrong, he immediately turned into a ball of dirty blood and penetrated into the ground.

When the members of the Bloodthirsty Sect broke into the banquet hall, Duan Changkong was not the only one inside.

Sun Qingfeng, Zhao Junyi and the others can deal with the rest of the demon cubs.

His target is mainly locked on the two leaders Zheng Donglai and Fang Qingshan.

Now, Zheng Donglai has died under his sword, and his remaining target is Fang Qingshan.

When Duan Changkong's eyes fell on Fang Qingshan through the heavy ground, Fang Qingshan seemed to have the same feeling.

The tainted blood that manifested in his true form seemed to have used some method of overdrawing his potential. At this moment, his speed increased sharply.

In just a split second, he passed through the ground and had traveled outside of Jinshan City.

"It's a bit interesting to manifest the true form, and to have the supernatural power of escaping from the earth."

"However, with this little ability, it would be too naive to want to escape under the nose of someone like me."

"Rainbow sword appears, shake the ground, cut it for me!"

Frowning, Duan Changkong sneered with disdain.

His body standing out of nowhere twisted and changed.

The next moment, a multicolored giant sword with a length of more than [-] meters suddenly appeared between the sky and the earth.

This giant sword, just a flicker, has already appeared in the sky a few kilometers away from Jinshan City.

"Boom...Boom..." He slashed down with his sword, chopping on the ground.

As if an earthquake had erupted suddenly, the entire earth began to tremble violently.

Originally, this place was just a wilderness, but after the sword fell, a huge gap with a width of several tens of meters was opened in the ground. From a glance, this place has become a ditch.

Fang Qingshan, who turned into a ball of dirty blood and ran across the ground, was abruptly shaken out from the ground.

In the turbulent air current cut by that sword, he was like a flat boat in the stormy sea.

He couldn't control his figure at all, and was thrown and swung in the air current.

Originally, a large mass of blood with a radius of several meters had been melted by nearly half in this instant.

His blood-stained true form could no longer be maintained, and he had to revert to a human body.

At this moment, his face was pale, without the slightest trace of blood.

His originally plump body, at this glance, seemed to have shriveled a lot.

One must know that Duan Changkong's sword hadn't really hit him yet.

Just the aftermath of the attack, which spread to his body, has caused him to be seriously injured, and he has become what he is now.

The huge gap in strength between him and Duan Changkong was already clear at a glance.

If he was really cut by that sword, it goes without saying that Fang Qingshan would definitely die.

"You can take my sword without dying. In the Bloodthirsty Sect, your strength should be pretty good."

"Under Duan's sword, no one will die."

"Report your name for the sake of your being able to receive my sword. After you die, I will let you go to the ground and not let your corpse be abandoned in the wilderness."

Above the sky, Duan Changkong, who had re-formed into a human form, looked down.

His eyes were neither happy nor sad, without the slightest color, the way he looked at Fang Qingshan was like looking at a dead person.

"The one with the surname Duan, kill him if you want, where is there so much nonsense?"

"He lost his head, but it's just a scar the size of a bowl. After 18 years, Master Fang, I'm a good guy again?"

Knowing that there is no way to survive, Fang Qingshan at this moment has completely given up.

After coughing up several mouthfuls of blood, he raised his head, looked directly at Duan Changkong in the sky, and said angrily.

In his heyday, he turned into a ball of blood and escaped from the ground. He had already overdrawn his potential, but he still couldn't escape from Duan Changkong's grasp.

But now, he has no strength in his body.

In his current situation, facing ordinary warriors in the world, he may not be an opponent.

In front of a strong man like Duan Changkong, he was completely powerless to fight back.

"Since you want to die with all your heart, fine, I will fulfill you!"

Duan Changkong's face darkened, and he sneered.

Today's Fang Qingshan is no longer worthy of his use of power.

He didn't turn himself into a multicolored giant sword, he just waved his hand, cut out a bright sword light, and shot towards Fang Qingshan below.

"My life is over..." Faced with this sword light, Fang Qingshan was full of despair and closed his eyes.

He joined the Bloodthirsty Sect at the age of nine, and he has lived for more than eighty years.

Starting from an ordinary disciple of the outer sect, he has gone step by step until today, becoming one of the elders of the sect, which can be regarded as a real step into the high ranks of the sect.

Although he yelled that he would be a hero again after 18 years, but deep down in his heart, he was really unwilling to think that he was about to die here.

But no matter how unwilling, what can he do?
Duan Changkong in front of him is the Nine Realm Thunder Tribulation, the Supreme Elder of Wan Jianzong.

Facing such a supremely strong man, he had no other way to survive except to close his eyes and wait for death.

When Duan Changkong's sword light was about to fall on him, a faint sigh suddenly entered his ears.

A figure, as if appearing out of thin air, lay in front of him.

The figure raised his fist and punched the sword light that cut down the sky.

Destroying the dead, after smashing the sword glow, the supreme fist contained in that punch turned into an illusory fist shadow several times larger than the casserole, and went straight to the sky.

Duan Changkong's complexion changed. Facing the phantom fist figure, he slashed several times in a row.

Standing in the void out of thin air, he has no place to vent his strength. Although he blocked the phantom fist, he completely wiped it out.

But his whole body was extremely embarrassed, and he was so shaken that he turned several somersaults in the sky.

"The most powerful person in the evil way? There is no one like you in the bloodthirsty seven killings."

"Who is your Excellency who insists on being an enemy of our Wan Jianzong?"

Finally standing firm and standing in the void again, Duan Changkong stared at the person standing in front of Fang Qingshan, and asked angrily.

That person was wearing a nondescript gray Taoist robe, and a grimace mask covered his face, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

The first time he saw this person, he had already thought of the powerful man who had appeared in the small city of the New World that was reported by the people below.

"Fellow Daoist, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of the noble sect, can you save face and let this person go!"

The person who made the move was naturally Chen Hai.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he pointed to Fang Qingshan who just opened his eyes and was looking at him with a puzzled expression, he said in a deep voice.

As soon as something happened in the city lord's mansion, he had already plundered in.

When I came here, it was still a little before dusk. After a delay on the road, dusk had arrived, and night had begun to slowly fall.

Under the cover of night, ordinary people can't even notice his whereabouts when he uses the shadow step.

For an ordinary bloodthirsty sect, even if Chen Hai rescued him, it wouldn't make much sense at all.

Since he wants to show favor, the target he wants to choose must be the one with the strongest strength and the highest status.

Fang Qingshan was the only one left in the group of bloodthirsty clansmen who entered the city lord's mansion in the blink of an eye.

If he didn't make a move, he could only watch Fang Qingshan die in front of him.

Of course, he will show up at this moment to block the sword that Duan Changkong slashed.

The main reason was that he didn't feel much threat from Duan Changkong.

(End of this chapter)