"Qingxu Du King, why are you leaving?"

Fang Chen suddenly smiled.

The steps of the Qingxu Poison King paused and looked at Fang Chen coldly: "Boy, you have no grudges and grudges with me. You are planning to stand up for the Taoist priests of Tianqingguan, right?"

The hunchbacked villain stared at Fang Chen when Fang Chen appeared. When he saw Fang Chen killing so many monks casually, he was already so excited.

He wanted to remind Fang Chen who he was, but because the King of Qingxu Du was by his side, he didn't dare, because he was afraid that he would be killed by Fang Chen.

Fear, excitement, and complex emotions made his expression a little distorted.

"It's not enough to stand out. Tian Qingguan and I have no friendship. I just heard that the poisonous skills of the Qingxu Poison King are so powerful that even the foundation-building masters have been severely damaged?

I really want to try it out. Is it because the poison skills of the Qingxu Poison King are powerful, or the sword in his hand is stronger."

Fang Chen smiled.

A strong smile appeared on the face of the King of Qingxu Poison: "Your Majesty misunderstood. It was just a rumor. What you are repelling is just a foundation building that was seriously injured."

His eyes kept falling on Xiao Jian, and the words "Sword Cultivation" kept flashing in his mind.

"Damn, why did you meet these lunatics..."

The King of Qingxu Du couldn't help but curse in his heart, feeling unlucky.

Although he has never really met a sword cultivator, he has practiced for many years and has heard rumors about sword cultivators.

Warlike, crazy, and revenge are almost all used on sword cultivators.

He thought Fang Chen had heard of his record, so he wanted to fight him. At this moment, he ignored the problem of face and fooled the other party first.

"The foundation building that was injured?"

Fang Chen sighed in disappointment.

"Yes, you are looking for the wrong person to compete with me. The poison skills you used are not going to fight head-on."

The kingly way of clearing the emptiness and poison.

"Then I don't care. Since I meet, I'll talk."

Fang Chen Dao.

"you!"

The King of Qingxu Du was furious. For the first time, he wanted to admit defeat, but the other party actually insisted on competing with him!?

The anger continued to surge, and the face of the Qingxu Poison King became more and more gloomy. He suddenly smiled and said, "Okay, since you want to compete, I wonder how you plan to compete?"

As he spoke, the colorless and tasteless poisonous powder was already slowly floating towards Fang Chen under the urging of his spiritual power.

The next moment, the spiritual power of the Qingxu Poison King suddenly increased, and the poison powder seemed to have come alive, and turned into a hundred-foot-foot-long mad python and rushed towards Fang Chen.

boom--

The dust and smoke floated up all over the sky. When the dust landed, Li Huafeng was frightened to find that there was an extra gully in front of him that was several meters deep, several meters wide, and at least a hundred meters long!

Not only that, what made his scalp numb the most was that the soil on the ground had turned dark green, which was clearly a sign of extreme toxicity.

"That's it?"

The King of Qingxu Poison looked around and suddenly showed a strange smile on his face: "Hahaha, what kind of sword cultivator is that's it!"

"Congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master!"

Li Huafeng was extremely excited.

Fang Chen was finally dead! He died to pieces!

Just when the King of Qingxu Poison was proud, he suddenly found that the little bastard around him was gone, and his brows frowned. Just now, he was focused on dealing with Fang Chen and did not pay attention to the movements around him.

"Little bastard, still want to escape? Can you escape?"

The face of the Qingxu Du King showed a ferocious look.

On the other side, Fang Chen gently patted the hunchbacked villain's head: "You are waiting for me here, don't make a sound."

The hunchbacked villain looked excited and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing this, Fang Chen walked out of the dense forest again and looked at the Qingxu Du King indifferently: "Qingxu Du King, you won't just use such means, right? Do you have any other means to use it?"

"You're not dead!?"

A trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the King of Qingxu Poison, but the shock was pretending. He raised his hand again, and a giant python that was the same as before suddenly emerged from the ground and bit Fang Chen.

From beginning to end, the poisonous python he condensed just now did not disappear, but crawled into the ground and waited to take action at any time!

Fang Chen did not choose to dodge this time. The spiritual power in his body continued to inject into the small sword. A silver light flashed by, and the poisonous python instantly disappeared!

When it exploded, the highly toxic substances swept wildly in all directions, constantly corroding Fang Chen's spiritual shield.

The weeds on the ground and the ancient trees in the sky have withered and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye after being contaminated with highly toxic substances.

On the other hand, Xiaojian is still transparent under the wrapping of highly toxic substances, and there seems to be no obstacle.

"My poison skills cannot corrupt it!?"

The Qingxu Poison King was a little shocked. At this moment, he was even more sure that the other party was a sword cultivator. The scene just now was probably the legendary sword breaking all the methods!

He lost his fighting spirit and turned into a faint light and fled into the dense forest.

Unfortunately, his speed is not as fast as the Little Sword.

The moment he escaped into the dense forest, the spiritual shield of the Qingxu Poison King had been penetrated by the small sword. He could feel the back of his head full of chills, and then he completely lost consciousness.

"Hungry, hungry!"

The little sword flew back and kept shouting.

Fang Chen smiled, and the next time it was time to collect the spoils.

Each of the dead monks had a magic weapon on them, and they were all fed to Xiaojian. After touching them, Fang Chen finally got some pills of unknown origin and dozens of low-grade spirit stones.

These casual cultivators are too poor, and even the King of Qingxu Poison does not have a storage ring.

On the edge of the battlefield, Li Huafeng was lying on the ground, looking at his legs in horror. He ran a step slower, his legs were already heavily poisoned and spreading upwards.

"Save, save me!"

He looked at Fang Chen in horror.

Fang Chen walked to Li Huafeng, looked at his current situation, and shook his head slightly: "I don't need poison, so I can't detoxify you. The person who can detoxify you is dead."

"Please save me, I know I'm wrong. As long as I can survive, I will never dare to be an enemy of you again!"

Li Huafeng begged hard.

"There is a way to save you. If you want to survive, you will chop your legs."

Fang Chen smiled and said, "When the poisonous gas has not yet attacked your heart, when it reaches your stomach and head, it will be completely helpless."

Li Huafeng was stunned and chopped off his legs? Then wouldn’t he become a useless person?

"Have you considered it?"

Fang Chen said lightly.

Li Huafeng gritted his teeth and whispered: "Please cut off my legs."

"Okay, it's better to obey your orders than respect."

Fang Chen nodded with a smile.

The little sword flashed directly, and Li Huafeng's legs were cut off at the same root.

He suddenly screamed, reached out and lit it a few times, stopping the bleeding of the three wounds that he kept bleeding, and then looked at Fang Chen with great resentment:

"You're so vicious!"

"This... accidentally cut a little more, but you at least survived."

Fang Chen pondered.

He paused, "I have to go back to Daxia, and see you again if you are destined to be there in the future."

After saying that, Fang Chen turned around and walked towards the dense forest, leaving the place with the hunchbacked villain.

Li Huafeng stared at the direction he left, and after a while he let out an angry roar.

Losing his legs and being seriously injured, Li Huafeng was unable to leave here, so he could only regulate his breathing on the spot, hoping to make plans when the wound heals.

A few days later, an old Taoist priest walked over slowly. When Li Huafeng saw the visitor, he was surprised and said, "Master!"
Chapter completed!