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Chapter 957

I didn't know when that person appeared, but as soon as I saw the civet cat, I seemed to know his identity.

This person should be the person that everyone is most afraid of, and that is Wang Haoyu's brother Wang Wuji.

The only person who can control such a ferocious evil creature as a civet is Wang Wuji in the entire Henan East Branch.

At this moment, Wang Wuji's eyes were looking towards Master Yangqing. The distance was a bit far, so I couldn't see his expression clearly, but the direction he was facing was towards Master Yangqing.

While Master Yangqing was having a heated fight with Wang Haoyu, the man standing on the tree suddenly took action.

His body fluttered and he jumped down from the big tree.

As soon as he moved, the spear in his hand flew out first.

The spear made a buzzing sound in mid-air, and rushed all the way, first heading towards an old Taoist from Shangqing Palace, who was the one closest to Wang Wuji.

The scary thing was that when the old Taoist saw the spear flying towards him, he subconsciously raised the magic sword in his hand and wanted to sweep the spear away.

It's just that the force of the spear was too fierce, and it actually knocked the magic sword out of his hand. The spear passed directly through his heart, came out of his body, and continued towards Master Yangqing's body.

Shooting away in the direction.

At the same time, Wang Wuji passed by the old Taoist from Shangqing Palace whose body was penetrated by a spear, and the old Taoist's body fell to the ground.

Wang Wuji grabbed the spear stained with warm blood, and in one leap he came to Master Yang Qing's side, and suddenly shot him.

The spear is like a dragon, killing everyone.

Master Yangqing felt the terrifying aura carried by the spear. He shook the fly whisk in his hand and swept towards the spear.

When the whisk wrapped around the spear, the force carried by the spear had not subsided, forcing Master Yangqing to take several steps back.

When Master Yangqing removed the power from the spear, one of his sleeves was torn to pieces by the strong energy from the spear.

After gaining a foothold, Master Yangqing was shocked: "You...you are Wang Wuji!"

"Yes, I am Wang Wuji. I heard that the Qiqiao Heart-locking Sword of Master Yangqing of Shangqing Palace is very powerful. Mr. Wang came here today to learn from it." Wang Wuji held a spear in his hand and pointed at Master Yangqing.

This man looked to be about seventy years old, with almost white hair and a goatee.

With a cold face and a calm demeanor, he has a certain demeanor.

Apart from anything else, the spear in his hand is indeed majestic, with a golden dragon embossed on the barrel.

Master Yangqing frowned, suddenly dropped the fly whisk in his hand, and pulled out a sword from his back.

When facing his younger brother Wang Haoyu, Master Yangqing did not pull out the long sword because Wang Haomin's cultivation was not yet at the point where he could draw the sword, but at this time Wang Wuji made him feel full pressure.

, had to use the means of pressing the bottom of the box.

"Brother, this awesome old man has some real abilities and is difficult to deal with. Let us two brothers work together to destroy him." Wang Haoyu looked at Wang Wuji and said.

Wang Wuji did not respond, but rushed straight towards Master Yangqing with his spear. The two of them immediately fought quickly. The spear collided with the magic sword in Master Yangqing's hand, making a clanging sound and sparks flickering.

The two of them fought fast, and their momentum instantly reached its peak. I saw two series of deep footprints left where they had fought.

After a while, Wang Haoyu also joined in, fighting with two spears and swords. After more than ten rounds, Master Yangqing quickly fell into a disadvantage.

The sloppy Taoist priest who was shaking the corpse-controlling bell couldn't help but panic when he saw the two brothers dealing with Master Yangqing together.

I saw Wang Wuji take action just now. His cultivation level is definitely not inferior to that of Master Yangqing. Even Master Yangqing may not have a chance of winning on his own. Coupled with his younger brother Wang Haoyu, Master Yangqing is probably more likely to be in trouble.

"Several Taoist priests from Shangqing Palace, hurry up and help Master Yangqing. These first-level soldiers and crabs will be handed over to us." The sloppy Taoist priest shouted at the old Taoist who was fighting with those who were sharing the helm in East Henan.

Following the sloppy Taoist priest's previous actions, the situation has stabilized. The more than twenty corpses he brought out broke into the crowd, causing chaos among those in the east Henan branch. These little Kalami are definitely not

Our opponents.

But once Master Yangqing is defeated, none of us will survive.

The three old Taoists quickly rushed towards Master Yangqing.

The formation formed by those three veterans was quite powerful. They did not deal with Wang Wuji, but the three of them worked together to intercept Wang Haoyu.

In this way, it can also help Taoist Yangqing relieve a lot of pressure.

Seeing Master Yangqing and Wang Wuji fighting one on one, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

We can't do much to deal with such masters. At present, we can only continue to eliminate the effective forces of the East Henan Branch.

There were two to three hundred people in this large group. Under the attack of our group, sixty or seventy people had already fallen into a pool of blood.

The most lethal ones were the invulnerable corpses controlled by the sloppy Taoist priests with corpse-controlling bells. They killed countless corpses along the way.

Then Sister Na and the ghost couple also worked together to kill a lot of them.

The little Yingling was not idle at this moment, jumping from one person's shoulder to another's shoulder, his belly was bulging, and four or five people died in his hands.

It was also very easy for me to deal with the little Kalami who were in the Ludong branch. The peach wood nails and the power of ice soul worked perfectly together, and twenty or thirty people died in my hands.

Just when we were about to kill half of the people in Ludong's helm, an accident happened again.

The civet cat suddenly appeared behind an old Taoist who was besieging Wang Haoyu. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he threw him to the ground, bit the old Taoist's neck in one bite, and dragged him towards the grass.

And go.

If one of the three people is missing, the sword formation formed by the three of them will be greatly reduced.

Seeing their companion being dragged toward the grass by the civet cat, the other two veterans were filled with grief and anger and chased after the civet cat.

Naturally, Wang Haoyu would not miss this opportunity and chased the two veterans with a spear in hand.

But before he could even take a few steps, the elusive Kassan suddenly appeared behind him and stabbed him in the back with a fierce sword.

Wang Haoyu grunted in fright, and shot back.
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