Yang Bo stared in the direction of Song Xiaoyao, "Fellow Daoist Song, do you still want the wooden boat?"
Song Xiaoyao opened his eyes and glanced at Yang Bo. His already pale complexion became even more ugly.
Yang Bo is clearly provocative!
However, the sword fell on him, causing him serious injuries, and he was unable to fight in a short period of time.
Song Xiaoyao looked back at the monk beside him, "Fellow Daoist Fang, give it a try!"
"Fellow Daoist Fang, whom Song Xiaoyao called, is a late-stage cultivator in the Immortal Realm. When he heard Song Xiaoyao say this, his expression suddenly changed, "Fellow Daoist Song, with your strength, there is no way to deal with it, how can I win?"
Song Xiaoyao stared at the other party, "Fang Qingya, I order you to take action!"
"We must get something like that this time. If we can't get the canoe, how can we explain to the saint?"
Fang Qingya froze, and his expression changed drastically. The other party carried out the saint, and he had to obey, because before coming, the saint handed over the command to Song Xiaoyao.
"Disobeying Song Xiaoyao's order means violating the saint's will. Even if he escapes, the saint can kill him!"
Fang Qingya had no choice but to nod, "I'll take action!"
Fang Qingya stood up, faced Yang Bo's direction, and said angrily: "The person named Yang"
Before Fang Qingya could finish his words, there was a sword light in the sky that came towards him and killed him!
Fang Qingya could still clearly hear Yang Bo reciting the word "soldier".
With this sword strike, the sky and the earth turned pale. In front of his eyes, it was as if there was only this sword light in the world.
Seeing this scene, Fang Qingya suddenly became nervous. The green clothes on his body swelled up, and then he took out a blue copper coin from behind, and he threw the copper coin into the sky.
The green copper coin suddenly swelled up and turned into a shield, blocking his face.
Yang Bo slashed with his sword, and Qing Yi was immediately cut in half. The sword light fell on the copper coins, leaving a deep mark before dissipating.
Fang Qingya took back the copper coin and just glanced at it. His expression changed drastically, because he could clearly see that this sword cut off most of the copper coin, leaving only a thin layer sticking together.
Yang Bo stared in the direction of Fang Qingya, without any hesitation, and struck with his sword again.
"Everyone!"
"Soldiers!"
Yang Bo used two tactics in succession, and this sword was more powerful than the previous one.
Fang Qingya¡¯s face turned pale, the sea of ??samsara appeared behind him, and the Dharma minister in green rushed forward.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Qingya made a seal with his hand and said loudly: "How many times have the blue clothes been wrapped in white clouds?"
In the distance, a shadow walked out on white clouds and faced Tianluo Sword.
The sword cuts off the green-robed Dharma form and slashes towards the phantom.
This phantom punched him.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise in the sky, the sound was shocking.
The Tianluo Sword suddenly became smaller, Yingying flew back, and the shadow disappeared.
Yang Bo frowned, but without hesitation, he slashed with his sword again, still using Bing Zi Jue and Ji Zi Jue.
Another sword slash came, and Fang Qingya's methods had been almost exhausted. The reincarnation had just been cut off, and he was injured and unable to use it. He could only use the Taoist technique of "Wrapping White Clouds in Green Clothes Several Times."
Fang Qingya made the seal with his hand, turned around and looked at his fellow monks, "Everyone, help me!"
Fang Qingya was at a disadvantage with each of his attacks, and now he was even more in trouble. He could almost predict that he would not be able to withstand this sword.
At this time, Fang Qingya no longer dared to be one-on-one, he just wanted to avoid getting hurt like Song Xiaoyao.
The other monks in the Qingyi Sect have long been eager to end the situation. They were afraid that Fang Qingya would not let them take action.
Everyone in the Tianji team followed suit, "Time slows down!"
The Qingyi Sect monk¡¯s movements slowed down slightly.
Number 4 raised the sword in his hand and shouted: "One piece will cut through the nine heavens!"
A sword cut out, Guanghua was shot, and he didn't give up than Yang Bo's sword!
This sword immediately made the monks from the Tsing Yi Sect hesitate. They were afraid that No. 4 would be as powerful as Yang Bo, so they defended themselves one after another.
Yang Bo¡¯s sword light cut off the phantom in green clothes and cut off the shield Fang Qingya took out in a hurry. The remaining power struck Fang Qingya¡¯s body and sent Fang Qingya flying away!
A blood mark fell on Fang QingyaHis forehead was three inches deep, from top to bottom. If he had been stronger, he could have been cut in half!
Yang Bo glanced at it, opened his mouth and spit out a sword light, a silver dagger, slashed on Fang Qingya's neck, and instantly his head was missing!
A divine soul jumped out of Fang Qingya¡¯s body and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Among the crowd watching at the scene, someone quietly left and chased after him.
The soul of a monk in the late stage of the Immortal Realm is the best weapon spirit. If you can capture the soul and use it as a weapon spirit, you will definitely be able to take the Taoist weapon to a higher level!
At this time, No. 4¡¯s sword light fell on the opposite side and struck a piece of green clothing.
"Poof!"
Qingyi was damaged by three feet, and then the sword light disappeared.
The monks from Qingyi Sect were stunned when they saw this scene.
What's happening here?
They thought that when No. 4 was with Yang Bo, his sword light looked more brilliant. They thought that No. 4 was stronger. They even gave up rescuing Fang Qingya because of this, for fear that the sword light would fall on them.
Unexpectedly, No. 4¡¯s sword light didn¡¯t even destroy their magic weapon!
Everyone turned around and saw that Fang Qingya was dead and his soul had fled. They couldn't help but be filled with regret.
If everyone helps Fang Qingya, he will not suffer this disaster!
But, it¡¯s too late!
The monks from the Tsing Yi Sect were filled with resentment. They stared in the direction of No. 4, wanting to eat him!
Number 4 met the opposite gaze, full of doubts, "I didn't kill their senior brother, why do they hate me?"
"How do I feel? Their hatred seems to be placed on me. Shouldn't they hate Fellow Daoist Yang?"
Yang Bo laughed, ¡°They probably feel they¡¯ve been deceived!¡±
"I didn't expect that your sword did not meet their expectations!"
"They failed to save that man, of course they will hate you!"
Number 4 was helpless, ¡°I didn¡¯t do anything!¡±
¡°What a bad luck, I help you attract hatred every time!¡±
Yang Bo laughed and didn't care.
His eyes fell on the opposite side, "Everyone from Qingyi Sect, I believe you can see clearly what the situation is now."
"There are four of you left, there is definitely no way you can fight against the six of us!"
"I advise you to evacuate here now, otherwise you will blame me for being rude!"
The monks from Qingyi Sect did not dare to say anything. They helped Song Xiaoyao and were about to leave.
Yang Bo suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"
The monk from the Tsing Yi Sect turned around and asked, "What else do you have to do?"
Yang Bo stared at them and laughed, "I have no other intention, I just want you to keep the Qiankun bag!"
"You are all my prey, so you must have the consciousness of being a prey!"
"Keep the spoils before you can leave!" Everyone in the Tsing Yi Sect stared with anger, their eyes cracked! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com