Hei Jing Shura is now the number one gold medal thug in Zhao Lingjun's hands. As soon as Zhao Lingjun finished speaking, Hei Jing Shura let out a strange smile.

A spear-like thorn suddenly grew on the ground around the Black Shra. After a low moan like a baby, these spear-like thorns broke through the air and shot towards Bai Wuchang, who was flying high in the air. The moment these thorns broke through the air, black flames began to emerge from it.

In an instant, it seemed like countless sharp arrows burning with black flames shot towards Bai Wuchang, and the scene was very spectacular.

However, Zhao Lingjun has no time to watch the spectacular magic of Heiyan Shura, because after Xiaobai nodded to Zhao Lingjun, he quickly ran over under the cliff.

"Are they there?" Zhao Lingjun ran a few steps and saw a big hole like a bridge under the cliff.

"Do you think a black Shura can deal with me?" Zhao Lingjun was surprised when he saw Xiaobai rushing into the big cave. But before Zhao Lingjun could reach the entrance of the cave, he heard Bai Wuchang's roar in the air.

Zhao Lingjun Li didn't want to pay attention to Bai Wuchang, but when Bai Wuchang's roar sounded, Zhao Lingjun suddenly felt a biting chill coming from behind.

When Zhao Lingjun turned around, he found that there was a short sword like white jade in Bai Wuchang's hand. The cold air from the short sword seemed to make the surrounding temperature drop a few degrees suddenly.

Bai Wuchang just swung his sword, and the black thorn rocket flying in the sky cast by the Black Shroud was suddenly covered with a layer of white cold mist and fell down one after another.

When these thorns fell to the ground, they made a sound like ice edges falling to the ground, and then turned into fragments all over the ground.

The power of this sword made Zhao Lingjun unable to help but gasp, but the Black Shrine Shura is now a puppet warrior who has no mind and only knows how to fight, so the Black Shrine Shura now has no idea what fear is.

When Bai Wuchang swept down all the black thorn rockets with one sword, Black Shura had already begun to cast the second spell.

A huge black skull appeared above the Black Skull Shura out of thin air.

The Black Shrine casts spells very quickly. But Bai Wuchang is faster than the Black Shrine.

After Bai Wuchang swept down all the black thorn rockets with one sword, he followed the opportunity to stab the Black Shrine Shura.

There was at least ten feet apart between Bai Wuchang and Hei Jin Shura in the air. However, the huge black skull cast by Hei Qiluo had just appeared above him. A white glow like substance emitted by the short sword in Bai Wuchang's hand had already reached the top of Hei Qiluo's head.

The huge black skull cast by the black screen Shura was suddenly shot into pieces by the white glow that was shortly carved from Bai Wuchang's hands. After shattering the huge black skull, the white glow hit the black skull.

"Jie Ao--" Hei Yi Shura had only time to scream, and a huge hole was broken by the white glow. Hei Yi Shura's body disappeared from his chest to his abdomen in an instant.

The black Shura just shook and fell backwards.

"Damn it."

From Zhao Lingjun turning back to Hei Jing Shura falling down, it only happened in an instant.

Before Zhao Lingjun could react, Bai Wuchang's second sword had already stabbed Zhao Lingjun.

Zhao Lingjun knew that if he was hit by the white glow, it would be a word death.

So Zhao Lingjun quickly rolled on the ground and avoided the white glow.

When Zhao Lingjun quickly jumped up from the ground, the white bone Netherworld Sword, which was like a door panel on the eight sides, appeared next to Zhao Lingjun again.

But in just a moment, Zhao Lingjun's eight-sided white bone Netherworld Sword only reached four sides.

Bai Wuchang just waved a sword and a white glow struck the four-sided Netherworld Sword into pieces.

"What kind of sword is this? It's so powerful?" When Zhao Lingjun drove his remaining four-sided Netherworld Sword to shoot at Bai Wuchang, he felt a chill rushing straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

It was only a few minutes since Bai Wuchang sacrificed the white short sword, but Zhao Lingjun saw that even the red rocks within a few feet of his own, a white cold mist began to appear.

"Haha." Bai Wuchang smiled wildly, and another sword shattered Zhao Lingjun's remaining four-sided Netherworld Sword.

"When can your Taoist power last?" After Bai Wuchang crushed Zhao Lingjun's four-sided white bone sword, he pointed his sword at the sky. Zhao Lingjun instantly used the thunder-guiding technique to draw a lightning bolt, which was actually rolled back by the white glow from the short sword in Bai Wuchang's hand, and exploded into countless blue arcs in the air.

When the blue arc disappeared, white snow began to fall in the red sky.

"Come on, eat my sword."

Bai Wuchang stabbed out with his sword, and a white glow swept towards Zhao Lingjun again.

A green fire lit up beside Zhao Lingjun, and Zhao Lingjun's figure suddenly disappeared into the green fire. The white glow spread Zhao Lingjun through her body.

However, when the white glow disappeared, Zhao Lingjun, who appeared in the same place, was not hurt at all.

"I didn't expect you to have such a defensive spell." Bai Wuchang looked at the Void Yin-Yang Sword in Zhao Lingjun's hand in surprise. But after a moment, Bai Wuchang's face was filled with a smug smile. "This spell must be very consuming. Your Taoist power must be lost very quickly now."

"I mean little. My spell doesn't need to consume much power at all." Zhao Lingjun changed the Void Yin and Yang Sword again and avoided another ray of glow. Although the white ray of glow was extremely powerful, fortunately it did not have the ability to break through the void. But when he said this, Zhao Lingjun's mouth felt bitter.

The Void Yin-Yang Sword is of course one of the most consuming magic spells. When using the Void Yin-Yang Sword, Zhao Lingjun can clearly feel his Taoist power is losing rapidly, but without using this kind of magic, Zhao Lingjun can't think of any kind of magic he has to block the white glow from Bai Wuchang's short sword.

Zhao Lingjun felt like he had cut open the artery on his hand and watched his blood gush out.

"Ha ha."

Of course, Bai Wuchang would not believe Zhao Lingjun's words. Even an idiot cultivator could come to know that this kind of magic is an extremely consuming magic power. Of course, it is impossible to see that such a treacherous person like Bai Wuchang.

"One sword, two swords, three or four swords, and they were shot into the void without seeing it." So Bai Wuchang was shamelessly attacking Zhao Lingjun in the air with the white glow on the short sword, making fun of Zhao Lingjun. "Why are your face getting paler and paler?"

"Is there any?" Zhao Lingjun looked reluctantly and smiled. "It's snowing, are you dazzled?"

"Oh, is that?" Bai Wuchang was filled with joy. Now Bai Wuchang felt that he was just a cat playing with a mouse, and Zhao Lingjun was the mouse being played with.

"It seems that my attack is not enough. Come on, let's have a few more swords." Bai Wuchang quickly stabbed a few more swords.

"Wait." After several white lights flashed by Bai Wuchang, Zhao Lingjun sat down on the ground with panting, "Don't play anymore."

"What's wrong?" Bai Wuchang looked at Zhao Lingjun proudly. "No?"

"Let me go, I am a big man, where can't you?" Zhao Lingjun, who had a pale face, pointed behind Bai Wuchang. "Look at what's behind you?"

"Hahaha, you used this move again. Do you think I will believe you?" Bai Wuchang held the short sword and smiled like a slut. "You think I'm stupid."

"You are just stupid." Zhao Lingjun smiled and said to Bai Wuchang.

"How is that possible?" Bai Wuchang looked at the three thorns burning with black flames that suddenly popped out on his chest, and turned his head in disbelief.

“How could it be alive?”

Bai Wuchang looked at the black Shura standing behind him, shakingly, with flesh and blood growing rapidly on his chest, and his eyes full of incredible expressions.

"Of course my little brother wouldn't die so easily." Zhao Lingjun looked at Bai Wuchang.

The place where Bai Wuchang was shot in his chest was already melting like hot cream.

"It's a pity that you're about to die." Zhao Lingjun sighed.

"I..." Bai Wuchang's eyes were blood red, and the three black thorn rockets on his chest seemed to have made Bai Wuchang's power disappear without a trace in a moment. But Bai Wuchang still reluctantly raised his hand, trying to stab Zhao Lingjun with another sword.

But before Bai Wuchang's hand was lifted up, Zhao Lingjun had already disappeared from the spot and appeared below Bai Wuchang.

A green flame suddenly swept across Bai Wuchang's whole body from bottom to top.

After being seriously injured, Bai Wuchang's movements were no longer as fast as usual, and Zhao Lingjun's attack had exceeded Zhao Lingjun's limit.

In the flames that even the soul could burn in the Void Yin-Yang Sword, Bai Wuchang let out a shrill scream and turned into a green fire ball.
Chapter completed!