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Text Chapter 619: Knocked down from the mortal world

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    The moment Nanhu Woodcutter and others lost their magic weapon, they began to run wildly around.

    Although they knew very well that Fang Ling would definitely chase him, it didn't matter. They didn't need to run past Fang Ling.

    What they want is just to outrun their companions.

    As long as they outrun their companions, they are the winners; as long as they outrun their companions, they win.

    Running past their companions instead of running past Fang Ling, for them, things are actually that simple.

    But it¡¯s also so cold.

    Five Nascent Soul Ancestors flew to five directions in an instant, with heaven and earth as four, plus one who fled underwater, trying to hide in the rolling river.

    Fang Ling looked at the fleeing monks and slightly raised the corner of his mouth. He snorted coldly and activated the magic formula in his hand. Five high-purity thunder swords flew out from his sleeves and headed towards the flying monks.  The monks chopped straight away.

    The Shangqing Heavenly Thunder Sword, coupled with the sword pattern of Jinghong Jue, almost became a ray of light.

    When Nanhu Woodcutter felt in danger, the sword light was already in front of him, and he was not given any other chance.

    "Why am I in such a miserable state? It's just that I can't defeat Fang Ling. Why haven't I escaped from my companions? It's really unfair."

    He wanted to fight back, but Fang Ling no longer gave him this chance. Before he could take action, the sword light had already cut off his head.

    The Nascent Soul that flew out looked at Fang Ling with some reluctance. Although he had left some tricks on his Nascent Soul, he knew at this moment that even with the tricks left on his own Nascent Soul, it would be difficult to escape.

    He can do it.  Just look at this world with great nostalgia and take one more look.

    This look.  He saw that the bodies of Lu Ying and others were also chopped into two pieces, and even saw a companion's Nascent Soul being chopped into pieces.

    This kind of discovery.  There was a trace of relief in his eyes, although he didn't know whether he should feel such relief.

    But no matter how you say it, you have finally achieved the goal of living and dying together.  Although this kind of living and dying together made him feel a little astringent.

    Bitter astringency.

    Han Zhengqun and others looked at all this in confusion. Although many people felt that this was not true, the corpses of the Nascent Soul ancestors told them.  This is a fact.

    Dead, the Nascent Soul Ancestors who were still standing high in front of them a few days ago, looking down on the common people, are now dead.

    When the demon tyrant Fang Ling flew out of the cave, many disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect had already recognized Fang Ling.  At that time, many people were secretly happy, thinking that their sect's opportunity for revenge had arrived.

    But I didn¡¯t expect it.  Things turned out to be like this.

    They thought that the ancestor of Yuanying, whom they regarded as a backer like the Great Wall, died just like that after just a few encounters.  It's simply impossible, but the fact is the fact.

    When Fang Ling withdrew the Shangqing Tianlei Sword and looked at Han Zhengqun.  Han Zhengqun did not take action or retreat.  Instead, he took a step towards Fang Ling and said in a deep voice: "I told Uncle Lan Taozi back then that keeping you here would be a disaster!"

    Fang Ling looked at Han Zhengqun and didn't say anything. He then heard Han Zhengqun continue: "Now that the matter has come to this, what do you want to do?"

    The words "What do you want to do" came out of Han Zhengqun's mouth, and Han Zhengqun stopped saying a word, as if he was a man to be killed by a knife, and I was a fish.

    In fact, in Fang Ling's eyes, their entire Banjiang Sword Sect is no different from fish.

    "What do I want? I told you very clearly just now. Master Han can't even remember this, right?" Fang Ling looked at Han Zhengqun, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes.

    "Since Brother Fang Dao said that there will be no more Banjiang Sword Sect in the world, then I declare that from today on, all of you will no longer be disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect!"

    "I will expel you from the Banjiang Sword Sect. There is no more Banjiang Sword Sect in this world. You all must leave the Canglan River!"

    A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Han Zhengqun's eyes. He pointed at the disciples who rushed out after him and shouted decisively: "After today, there will no longer be a blocking sword sect in the world!"

    "Master, we would rather live and die with the sect than betray the sect and live in vain!" A young disciple, after hesitating for a moment, came out excitedly and shouted loudly to Han Zhengqun.  said.

    As soon as his words came out, seven or eight more disciples knelt on the ground. Although they did not speak, their determined expressions said everything.

    Han Zhengqun felt uncomfortable as he looked at the several disciples kneeling on the ground.  But?When his eyes fell on Fang Ling, who had no emotion whatsoever, his heart became cold.

    Without any hesitation or contemplation, Han Zhengqun patted his Small Universe Bag, and a sword light rushed out.

    After the sword flashed, seven or eight heads fell directly onto the vast Canglan River. Even the soul of the foundation-building monks was chopped into pieces before they could fly out.

    The blood was still flowing, but Han Zhengqun's expression was extremely calm. He said coldly: "There is no longer a sword sect that can block the river in the world. Everyone, please leave the Canglan River immediately!"

    "Otherwise, their fate will be your example!"

    How many people in this world don¡¯t care about their own lives?  Therefore, many people chose to leave before hesitating.

    "It's just that when these disciples left, they didn't walk very fast. They staggered and even hesitated.

    And Han Zhengqun looked at the disciples who were leaving, still a little uneasy in his heart. Although he had just followed Fang Ling's words, what if Fang Ling felt that he had tricked him and killed all the disciples?

    Then there is no other way!

    Every thought made Han Zhengqun feel uneasy.  It wasn't until the first disciple rushed to the Canglan River that Han Zhengqun felt relieved.

    Meng Qing looked at the disciples leaving, and he admired Han Zhengqun a little more in his heart. Although Han Zhengqun killed several loyal disciples with his own hands, which was a bit cold-blooded, but after judging the situation, he realized that this was the Banjiang Sword Sect after all.  the best choice.

    Their opponent is Fang Ling, a person who leaves them with no power to fight back. Facing such a strong man, sacrificing a few and preserving the majority is their best choice.

    But despite admiration, Meng Qing pondered for a moment and decided to put the interests of Patriarch Fang first. He bowed and saluted: "Ancestor, if you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, it will eventually become a disaster."

    "Ancestor, please think twice!"

    When Han Zhengqun heard Meng Qing's words, his heart trembled, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

    He knew very well that at this time, the life and death of everyone in the Banjiang Sword Sect depended on Fang Ling's thoughts. If Fang Ling insisted on killing them, then whatever Han Zhengqun said would be in vain.

    "And once Fang Ling doesn't want to kill them, no matter how much Meng Qing stirs up trouble, it's just nonsense and has no meaning at all.

    Looking at the departing disciples, Fang Ling waved his hands and said, "Since Master Han said that there is no more Banjiang Sword Sect in the world, and they are not disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect, I will naturally let them go."

    Meng Qing wanted to persuade him again, but Fang Ling waved his hand to indicate that he had made up his mind and did not need him to point fingers or say anything more.

    Meng Qing knows that those who can become the ancestors of Nascent Soul are those with strong minds. As long as they decide something, they will generally not change it.

    Although Meng Qing was somewhat dissatisfied with Patriarch Fang's decision, in the end, Meng Qing decided to shut up. After all, it would not do him any good to make Patriarch Fang unhappy.

    At this time, Han Zhengqun felt not only sadness but also joy. Although there was no more Banjiang Sword Sect in the world, he felt that what he did today was worthy of all the ancestors of the Banjiang Sword Sect.

    At this critical moment, all the disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect can survive, and the Banjiang Sword Sect will still have seeds in the future. This is enough for the Banjiang Sword Sect!

    But thinking about himself, Han Zhengqun felt a sense of sadness in his heart. He knew that no matter what, he, the leader, could not escape.

    No matter how tolerant and generous Fang Ling is to the Banjiang Sword Sect, he will never let him, the leader, leave alive.

    So he was prepared to die on the Canglan River from the very beginning. He had lived in the Canglan River for a full three hundred years, and he had nothing to regret if he could die here.

    "Ancestor Fang is true to his word. I admire you. Since there is no more blocking the Jiang Sword Sect in this world, I will go one step ahead." As Han Zhengqun spoke, the flying sword flew out again, but this time it slashed towards  It was himself.

    Fang Ling did not stop him, but in an instant, Han Zhengqun's people, including his golden elixir soul, were all turned into powder.

    The last leader of the Banjiang Sword Sect committed suicide on the Canglan River.

    Those disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect who arrived at the bank of the Canglan River looked at the dead Han Zhengqun, their eyes filled with evil intent.

    After all, their leader died for them.

    Meng Qing looked at those hateful eyes and felt a little scared. Just when he was thinking about whether he should persuade Fang Ling, he saw Fang Ling wave his demon control flag, and the demon control flag suddenly flew into the void.  .

    ?"Han Zhengqun expelled you from the Banjiang Sword Sect. Naturally, I will not take your lives. But there is one thing he seems to have forgotten to do. That is, since you are not members of the Banjiang Sword Sect, the method of the Banjiang Sword Sect,  Leave them all to me!"

    As soon as he finished speaking, countless black rays of light flew out from the black demon control flag rising in the void, rushing towards the monks of the Blocking River Sword Sect.

    The black light flashed, and several disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect wanted to resist, but before they could take action, the black light rushed to them and swallowed up all the true energy in their bodies.

    In the blink of an eye, the black light rushed into the thousands of disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect.

    "Ah! My cultivation, my cultivation is gone!" A disciple of the Banjiang Sword Sect collapsed weakly on the ground and shouted loudly.

    As he fell to the ground, more disciples of the Banjiang Sword Sect fell to the ground. They screamed, they were sad and angry, and they were desperate.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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