The "Qinglong Arm" has already lit up a dazzling dragon pattern, but it is not hitting Lu Xuanji, but hitting his back.

At this moment, Zuo Xuan's mind was in a daze.

"Why... Junior Brother Cao... Have you betrayed the Dao Alliance?" Zuo Xuan asked loudly withstood the piercing pain.

"hehe."

"Cao Bao" smiled strangely and took two steps back.

A colorful glow emanated from behind his head, surrounding him like feathers.

In the rays of the sunset, the figure, appearance and breath of "Cao Bao" are constantly changing.

A moment later, a man in a civilian appeared in the glow of light. His facial features were slightly immature, not like an old monster who had been practicing for thousands of years, but like a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Seeing this, Zuo Xuan suddenly woke up, covered his wound, and staggered back a few steps.

"You...you thief actually pretends to be a person from my Taoist sect!"

"Hahaha!"

A Fei stretched out his muscles and laughed, "Old Gui Zuo, this is your fault. Can't we let our Confucian League use some means?"

After saying that, he pinched the magic trick in his hand and sacrificed the "Blood Lan Divine Sword".

"It seems you have never heard of the 'changing scholar'... It's right, our lineage is all single-passing, and no one has achieved the right result for tens of thousands of years. My master, my master's master, all have only the Golden Elixir Realm.

…”

While shaking the flying knife, A Fei approached Zuo Xuan.

At this moment, Zuo Xuan's eyes were extremely frightened.

He originally thought that this was another battle of winning by more, but he didn't expect that he was the one who was besieged!

Just now, he focused all his attention on Lu Xuanji and activated his magic power to the extreme. He never expected that "Cao Bao" would attack from behind.

That punch directly broke his defense and shattered his internal organs and meridians a lot.

Without the support of magic power, the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Chaozong" gradually disappeared, and thousands of evil ghosts turned into nothingness.

Lu Xuanji walked slowly out of the dark clouds, his face calm and he could not see any joy or anger.

Although he was a member of the Confucian League, he was not interested in the hatred between the Tao and Confucian schools. At this moment, he was more like a bystander, who chose to help A Fei just because of his interests.

Ah Fei's face was excited, and there was a desire for revenge in his eyes.

"Zuo Laogui, you said something right just now. Dao, the Confucian sects have deep blood hatreds, and today the new and old hatreds are just settled together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and nine "Blood Lan Divine Swords" flew out at the same time, stabbing Zuo Xuan, who was already seriously injured.

Zuo Xuan looked frightened and his body flashed. He finally avoided the six flying knives in front, but was stabbed into his body by the three behind.

The essence and blood flowed backwards in an instant!

"ah!"

Zuo Xuan let out another heart-wrenching scream.

He knew that he had no chance of winning, so he activated the escape light without hesitation, trying to escape from the nearest exit.

brush!

A sharp sword light broke through the air, and it was extremely fast.

Zuo Xuan was already a frightened bird. When he noticed the murderous aura, he immediately sacrificed all his defensive magic weapons.

I saw a ghost banner, a treasure mirror and a treasure pagoda.

The three treasures emit different brilliances, connected to each other's aura, forming a thirty-six-layer barrier!

This is the treasure that Zuo Xuan put in the box and his last method.

Although Lu Xuanji's sword light was sharp, it still could not penetrate all barriers and stopped in front of the penultimate barrier.

Zuo Xuan took advantage of this opportunity and flashed again and again, and soon arrived at the nearest exit.

But just as he was about to escape from the tree hole, ripples suddenly appeared in the void in front of him, and then a figure appeared out of thin air.

It’s Lu Xuanji!

His face was cold and he didn't use any magic. He just stretched out his two fingers and pointed them like a sword, which instantly pierced Zuo Xuan's protective light and pierced his eyebrows.

"ah!"

Zuo Xuan let out a desperate scream, the divine light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his body fell from mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining six "Blood Lan Divine Swords" also rushed over, interlaced in mid-air, cutting Zuo Xuan's head off.

His soul and true spirit were also shattered by the "Blood Lan Divine Sword".

At this point, the strongest inheritor of the Dao Alliance "The Heart Sutra of Ghost Control" fell like this...

A Fei looked into the air from afar, and as Zuo Xuan's body fell down, a feeling of revenge arose in his heart!

But what followed was another inexplicable sadness...

People cannot be resurrected when they die. Even if he kills all the people in the Dao Alliance, he cannot resurrect Fang Xi, Fang Ping and the others.

"Fang Xi...have you seen it?"

A Fei looked into the distance and murmured to himself: "Everything I'm doing now is for the Confucian League. I'm right, right?"

No one responded to him, Lu Xuanji just looked at all this indifferently.

The matter has developed to this point, and he has no need to explain. Even if Ah Fei can give up his hatred, Han Bo and the others will not let go of the monks of the Confucian League.
Chapter completed!