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    Huang Wusheng is in his forties. He is dressed in an earthy yellow robe. At first glance, he looks majestic and unusual.  At this time, there were more than a dozen foundation-building monks under Fang Ling standing around him. Although these people looked at Huang Wusheng with a defensive attitude when Fang Ling came, Huang Wusheng's eyes did not pay attention to them at all.  .

    Just like a tiger never pays attention to the monkey playing around him, these foundation-building monks will also not fall into Huang Wusheng's eyes.

    When Fang Ling led Yang Jiu and the Black Scorpion Lady, Huang Wusheng's eyes were like two cold stars, falling straight on Fang Ling's body.

    "Are you Fang Ling?"

    Huang Wusheng said this sentence straightforwardly, and when he said this sentence, the corners of Huang Wusheng's mouth raised, obviously with a sense of looking down from above.  Huang Wusheng's attitude made Fang Ling feel very uncomfortable.  He sneered and said, "Yes, I am Fang Ling. What brings you here?"

    "What's the matter? Don't you know?" Huang Wusheng stepped forward arrogantly and said coldly: "All of the more than 120 female monks of the Ten Thousand Flower Sword Sect were harvested by others and died. This matter  Fellow Daoist Fang won¡¯t say he doesn¡¯t know, right?¡±

    Although he had been prepared for it for a long time, Fang Ling still felt angry when he heard Huang Wusheng's aggressive questioning.  He knew that this was a conspiracy, an excuse, and the purpose was to put this shit basin on his head.

    ¡°After he, the evildoer, is slain and slain, this fairy stone mine will naturally become a trophy for the slayer.  Thinking about the fate of those monsters in his memory, the violent energy in Fang Ling's heart suddenly increased by five points.

    "I just don't know. If Brother Huang Dao has nothing else to do, leave as soon as possible. This place is now the forbidden area of ??our Qianzhu Sect. If you stay here without any reason, you will be killed without mercy!"

    Fang Ling's words made Huang Wusheng feel very unhappy.  He practices Taoism in the world, and ordinary evil demons should carefully explain to him at this time that he did not do this.  Unexpectedly, this Fang Ling would directly issue an order to expel him.

    "Fang Ling. All the female monks of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Sect died under the sorcery of Chi Shen Sect, and if you want to break through the defense of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Sect, you must at least have the cultivation level of Master Jindan. You  With such flashing words and various excuses, I think the person who attacked the Wanhua Sword Sect and took away more than a hundred female monks is really evil!"

    Huang Wusheng's words made Yang Jiu and Lady Black Scorpion feel cold in their hearts.  The two of them had basically not left Fang Ling's side for a while, so they knew that Fang Ling had no time to do this.

    And Huang Wusheng covered the matter on Fang Ling's head as soon as he came up. It seemed that even if Fang Ling jumped into the sea, it would be difficult to clean up.

    "Huang Zhenren, we have been with Fang Zhenren all the time. We can testify that Fang Zhenren has never been to the Ten Thousand Flower Sword Sect." Yang Jiu hesitated and said in a deep voice.

    Huang Wusheng glanced at Yang Jiu coldly.  His eyes fell on Fang Ling's face again.  He said calmly: "I'm a raccoon dog, just based on your words, do you think I will believe it?" At this point, he looked at Fang Ling and said: "Fang Ling, if you want to prove your innocence, then come with me.  trip."

    The so-called "take a trip" does not mean that Huang Wusheng and Fang Ling went out for a walk.  At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on Fang Ling's lips.  He looked at Huang Wusheng and said calmly: "What if I don't?"

    "No, that means there is something evil in your heart; no, that means you did this thing; no, then don't blame me for the sake of the common people in the world and the revenge of those innocent souls who died, I will kill you who kills innocent people indiscriminately.  The devil!" Huang Wusheng said this, his eyes were like sharp swords, and he stared at Fang Ling.

    The murderous intent pouring out of Huang Wusheng's body chilled the surrounding Foundation Establishment monks.  However, they all looked at Fang Ling worriedly at this time. Although Fang Ling defeated Wei Shang, what he had to face now was Huang Wusheng, one of the three men who blocked Jiang.

    Fang Ling was very calm. He did not speak immediately. Instead, he waited for half a quarter of an hour and then said leisurely: "Who do you think you are!"

    After saying those upright words, Huang Wusheng felt proud for a while.  He felt that no matter what he said, he had already pushed this demon into a corner, making it difficult for him to retreat.  Although he knew that this matter would definitely not be solved in a few words, but once these words were thrown out, it would definitely make the demon from Qianzhu Cult opposite him three points shorter.

    But he didn¡¯t expect that what greeted him was such a sentence.  Such a very rude statement, who do you think you are!  The other person said this in a low voice, but it was like a slap on his face.

    Huang Wusheng, as one of the three sons of Banjiang, is usually subject toIn spite of people's respect, even the ancestors at the level of Nascent Soul never said such insulting words to him.  But now, he heard it.

    Who are you!  This sentence was very ruthless, but it was more dismissive, and it did not take Huang Wusheng into his eyes at all.  This was unbearable for Huang Wusheng.  There was fire in his eyes, and a strong murderous intention arose in his heart.

    He looked at Fang Ling and said coldly: "What did you just say? Have the guts to say it to me again!"

    "Are you deaf? You didn't even hear this clearly. Didn't I already say it? Since you still want to listen, let me say it again. What I just said is, who are you! This time, remember it for me  Okay." When Fang Ling said this, he said coldly: "Get out of here now, I can spare your life, otherwise, this place will be your burial place."

    "You monster, you cruelly killed hundreds of disciples of the Wanhua Sword Sect, and yet you are still here uttering arrogant words. How can I, Huang Wusheng, let you be so arrogant here today?" As Huang Wusheng spoke, he pinched the magic formula in his hand.  Moving, four cyan sword lights flew out from his Small Universe Bag and slashed towards Fang Ling.

    These four sword lights were as fast as lightning, flying out of the space, and the murderous aura of the sword lights instantly enveloped a ten-foot-square area in the middle.  Fang Ling paid more attention when he saw that Huang Wusheng wielded four flying swords.  Generally speaking, the flying sword wielded by the Golden elixir monk is one, so that it is easy and convenient to wield.  The person who wields a set of flying swords not only needs a strong mind, but also has other means.  With thoughts flashing in his mind, Fang Ling patted his small universe bag and took out the demon control flag.

    At the moment when the sword light was about to rush towards him, Fang Ling gently waved the demon control flag, and four black haloes of light rushed towards the four sword lights.

    The halo formed by the mysterious female body instantly entangled Huang Wusheng's sword light.  Huang Wusheng, who had not paid much attention to Fang Ling, a person who had just entered the golden elixir, suddenly felt as if a huge amount of power had been added to his four flying swords, allowing him to control the flying swords for a moment.  It became extremely difficult.

    "Humph", he sneered softly, and Huang Wusheng quickly pinched the magic formula in his hand. In an instant, the four sword lights suddenly gathered together in the void, and the billowing green light turned into a water cloud. Looking from a distance, it looked like a  wave.

    Huang Wusheng's change is the Canglang Jue, a great sword technique of the Banjiang Sword Sect.  The method used is to turn reality into fiction and create creatures out of thin air.  Although this sword technique and the sword condensation technique are both extreme, when it comes to power, they each have their own merits.

    In order to perfect this method, Huang Wusheng stayed in seclusion for fifty years.  The purpose is to use this method to become famous all over the world.  If it weren't for Fang Ling's mysterious black energy being so weird, Huang Wusheng wouldn't have been willing to use this method so early.

    From Fang Ling's perspective, he was surrounded by rolling waves.  The light in the water was overwhelming, and in the turbulent water light, it seemed that there were fish swimming one after another, following the waves, and rushing toward Fang Ling.

    These swimming fish are not fish, but swarms of sword rays. Once these sword rays gather, they can smash the people in the shoal of sword rays into powder.

    On the distant mountain ten miles away, two Jindan monks were standing.  The two of them were taller and shorter. The taller man among them smiled softly and said: "Junior brother Huang has worked really hard these years. It is not easy to use the Canglang Jue to transform sixteen swordfish!"

    The short man next to him sneered and said: "Kung Fu pays off. Senior Brother Huang has practiced so hard, but he still wants to compete with Senior Brother for the top spot of the Three River Blockers? Although his Canglang Jue is divided into  I have acquired sixteen swordfish, but it is impossible to combine the four swords into a giant kun."

    Having said this, the short man said with a little pity: "Since the founder of our sect created the Canglang Jue, no one in our sect can defeat the four swords in one. What is the story of that giant Kun sweeping the world?  Is it true?"

    The tall man still had a smile on his face, and said at this time: "Sweeping the world is indeed a bit too much. But the power of the four swords to create the giant kun is definitely not small. After all, every swordfish is the full strength of the sword.  Strike, the giant kun formed by the combination of four swords is the power of sixteen swordfish gathered together."

    "Think about it, how powerful this kind of power is!" The tall man said this, and then said with emotion: "It's a pity that no one has ever practiced this sword art to such a level, otherwise Canglang would  Jue is definitely the number one sword technique in our sect.¡±

    The short man nodded and said: "Senior brother is right, this Fang Ling can make Senior Brother Huang use all his skills to press the bottom of the box, which is really extraordinary. But I just don't know how many swordfish he can catch."

    ¡°No matter how many words, today he will be buried in Junior Brother Huang¡¯s Canglang Art!¡± As soon as the tall man said these words, a trace of coldness rose up in his whole body.

      Although the short man felt that the matter was not that simple, he still responded: "Senior brother is right. From what I see, senior brother, is this Fang Ling the one who wiped out the Wanhua Sword Sect?"

    "It's not important. What's important is that he's dead!" The tall man chuckled and then said quietly.  (To be continued)

    ps: With two more monthly passes, our mountain god can be among the top 100. Can today¡¯s ten more tickets be exchanged for two monthly passes?  Please encourage me brothers!
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