"boom"

The explosion of trace antimatter bombs created an energy shock wave in the ruins of Qianxing Tower, shattering the entire ruins at Shan Qiuming's feet.

The body refiner holding a sword and humming a song was empty, but his body immediately reacted.

A spiritual power stomped on him, so he didn't fall down, but the last piece of ruins in front of him completely collapsed, like a demolition site that was pushed down and rebuilt.

"Dry!"

Lao Shan turned around and cursed:

"What are you two bastards doing? What should I do if I crush that playboy to death? I'm taking revenge, can I have snacks?"

The body refiner will feel hot.

Since his eldest sister, Shan Qiuli, was bullied by this slut, he has been holding back his energy.

There are only two of them left in the Shan family, and they are still bullied by others.

The feeling of not being able to take revenge is like a file, which is frustrating in Lao Shan's heart.

Almost become a demon.

He had already seen Fang Qingyun.

That little bastard is now getting up from the pile of ruins in a dirt.

Fortunately, it wasn't enough to crush him to death.

A smile floated on Shan Qiuming's face. His left wrist, which was holding the sword, moved his left wrist, fell on the ground for a moment, raised his left foot and chopped it hard on the ground.

The violent force burst out from the body that was tempered and tiring, blasted into the ground, and was delicately controlled by Lao Shan, pushing outward from the ground with him as the center of the circle like an impact ring.

All the ruins within thirty feet were smashed, and in the brute force followed by the strong wind, the surrounding area was completely cleared, artificially creating a stage-like battle area.

Finally it's time to take revenge, and I always have a sense of ritual.

"I don't remember I messing with you?"

Fang Qingyun crossed his arms and gathered with spiritual power to protect himself, making it difficult to counteract the powerful wind in front of him. After the surroundings were cleared, he lowered his palm and saw Shan Qiuming who was dragging his sword and walking towards him.

This playboy is not afraid.

He has seen big scenes in the past when he caused trouble.

He looked at the tattered big red robe on his body, raised his head and shouted at Shan Qiuming:

"Remind Master Ben, who did you come for?"

"I am an evil cultivator."

Lao Shan stretched out his thumb and pointed at himself, proudly speaking out his new identity, and replied with a smile:

"If there is any reason for the evil cultivator to kill people?"

"Most evil cultivators need reasons to kill people, fellow Taoists. They are just evil cultivators, not madmen."

Fang Qingyun said in a weird tone:

"And I will not talk about the title of evil cultivator when I meet those evil cultivators. This is not something to be proud of. You must be looking for someone to be unlucky.

Did I sleep with your wife? Or did you steal your childhood sweetheart? I did less of this matter. If you don’t say it, I will be a dead person if I die.

Just think it's OK."

"Yeah?"

Lao Shan rubbed his chin and said:

"This cultivator has not had much contact with evil cultivators, and you have seen through the origin. This is very troublesome. It seems that you have to cut your tongue first, then break your soul, and finally castrate you."

In this weird conversation, Yama Qiuming seemed to have had enough fun.

He moved his neck and exerted force under his feet, but no bricks and stones were broken. The violent force was now controlled by Lao Shan, and he could send and receive freely. When he gathered, his destructive power was even stronger.

There is no need for any secret method of shrinking the ground, nor does it see the Empty Spirit Spell. It pushes the body with brute force and disappears in an instant, appearing one foot in front of Fang Qingyun like a flash.

The burning heavy sword in his hand did not open and close, so he stabbed it with a simple and straightforward force without venting any force. It was as smooth as a swordfish that split the water flowed, and quietly stabbed Fang Qingyun's body.

The sword is silent, showing even more murderous intentions.

The protection set up by Young Master Fang with his spiritual power was like paper in front of this sword blade, and it would be crushed as soon as it was touched.

But a strangeness flashed in this guy's eyes, and it seemed to have some expectation. Not only did he not retreat, he rushed towards Laoshan's sword blade.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang"

Four crisp sounds sounded between Shan Qiuming's sword and Young Master Fang's heart.

The four shapes are extremely similar, with only slightly different details in the cloud-patterned swords opened from four directions and overlapping in front of the murderous intent.

Four sword energy that came from the same source was superimposed on the sword blade, blocking Laoshan's assassination sword at the intersection of the four swords, and removing the brute force superimposed on the assassination sword of the body refiner during the high-speed vibration of the sword blade.

It was like a sword stabbed into the quagmire.

The further you move forward, the more dispersed the force.

"It's in the way!"

A deep disappointment suddenly flashed in Fang Qingyun's eyes, who was determined to die.

How many times have this been!

Every time he causes trouble, causes revenge from the monks and is about to die, these four annoying ghosts responsible for protecting him will always appear just right and save his life.

Very annoying!

Can't you make a mistake once and let me die easily?

Alas, the man in front of him looked fierce, but facing the combined attack of Yunyue's four spirit swords, it is estimated that it will be difficult to achieve the battle tonight.

People in the world say it is easy to seek death and it is difficult to survive, but why does it turn over when you get to yourself...

"ha!"

Just when Young Master Fang was extremely disappointed, Lao Shan's tongue was filled with thunder, and his sword style was blocked and he was unable to assassinate him, so he immediately abandoned the sword and refused to use it.

His body was as flexible as ape. He took a step forward, clenched his fist with his left hand, and shot out a heavy cannon. He went straight and burst out in an instant, and was hitting the intersection of the four swords in front of him.

The force of the dragon roared and tiger roared was increased, and it was more than ten times heavier, opening the annoying four swords in an instant.

Again, under the surprise gaze of Young Master Fang, he held his claws in his right hand, shaped like lightning, and slapped Fang Qingyun's chest with one claw. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Young Master Fang's thin and tall body was torn apart by this claw.

He also used the spirit-breaking technique of the body refiner. Any spiritual power to support the body and magic weapon to protect it is useless.

"puff"

Fang Qingyun was beaten to the ground with one claw, and a mouthful of old blood was sprayed out, applying his pretty face like a clown mask.

"It hurts so much!!!"

He covered the torn wound and rolled on the ground, howling in pain, shouted at Shan Qiumin, who dripped blood from his fingers:

"Quick! Make up another claw and kill Ben Shao! Hahaha, I have caused trouble. After waiting for ten years, I finally waited for you. You are the nemesis of my young master. You have to peel off Ben Shao's skin and bones.

Very good.

Come on!"

Faced with this invitation, Lao Shan happily stepped forward, and with a move with his left hand, the rusty sword fell into his hand. He didn't say much, and he threw it casually, and a blazing flames ignited.

He blocked the four sword slaves rushing around for a while, then raised his left foot and slammed down like a war hammer.

As the blood and bones that made people sore teeth were crushed, Fang Qingyun's legs were crushed, almost forming minced meat, and blood was like a waterfall everywhere.

Under normal circumstances, the body of a cultivator in the Divine Cultivation Realm has been established. Even if the body is far stronger than that of a body refiner, it is not as fragile as that.

This delicateness is at first glance the realm that can be forced to be raised with spiritual medicine and treasures. It can fish in the dry pond and pull out seedlings to help grow, resulting in the cultivation of the Dharma body being the lowest.

It's okay to bully a little cultivator. If you really encounter a fight in the same realm, you will probably be cut open in less than a few rounds.

Such a tofu and shoddy god cultivation realm is often the favorite opponent of those powerful monks who want to fight beyond their level and become famous.

"It hurts."

Fang Qingyun's legs were stomped, and his whole body was trembling because of pain. The whole group was lying in a pool of blood, and the ground was filled with the broken flesh thrown out of his body.

It looks like a pig in a slaughterhouse waiting to be slaughtered.

His eyes were bloodshot, and it was obviously the pain was extremely painful, but his cheeks were still filled with a twisted smile, as if he did not regard the pain in front of him as a torture.

"Okay, hurry up!"

He said in a hoarse voice:

"Before the eighteen spirit sword immortals under the old immortals come, kill me. Those sword slaves must have set out now. At the speed of sword-hiding the light, I am afraid that the incense will arrive.

Come.

Hurry up and punch my head.”

"I'm busy and have no time. I'll suffer more!"

Lao Shan also wanted to go up and repair a punch, but was being entangled by the Four Sword Slaves who had sacrificed their lives to pounce on him. These four guys were probably sent by Fang Lu to protect Young Master Fang.
To be continued...