Chapter Ninety-eight Finally Killed Him

  But all of this was seen by Wang Xuanyang.

  Wang Xuanyang didn't hesitate and urged his treasured sword forward, transforming it into a beam of sword light that shot out.

  Feeling the terrifying threat of the sword energy, Weng Buchi could no longer bear it and suddenly flipped over and got up, dodging and evading. This movement once again pulled on the wounds on his body, causing him to inhale a mouthful of cold air in pain.

  Although he dodged the sword light, Wang Xuanyang would not give him a chance to breathe.

  Sword light shuttles back and forth, launching a frenzied attack.

  Weng Buqi didn't dare to resist at all. He knew how terrifying that treasured sword was, and it could definitely break through the talismanic defensive barrier on his body and pierce him through.

  In this way, the injury became more and more serious, and the consumption of spiritual power became greater and greater.

  Weng Buqi finally couldn't dodge and was stabbed in the shoulder by a sword, bringing up a burst of bloody mist.

  Then his waist, arms and legs were all pierced by swords, Weng Boqi had become a bloody man.

  At last he fell heavily to the ground, and a sword was thrust through his back.

  Blood gushed from his mouth, he raised his head and stared stubbornly at the fog, his face filled with resentment.

  He never thought he would die at the hands of a low-level Bomb Soldier.

  Tap tap tap...

  A faint rustling sound came over, and Weng Qi struggled to lift his head. He saw a blurry figure emerging from the fog, gradually becoming more solid, until he finally got a clear look at a young face with a cold expression.

  "Didn't think so, did you? In the end, it's going to be you who dies?"

  Wang Xuanyang sneered.

  If it weren't for him repeatedly doing harm to himself, how could he possibly go and kill him? Those who do many unjust things will inevitably bring about their own downfall. This is something that Weng Buqi brought upon himself.

  Otherwise, with his identity and status, his future is boundless.

  "I, I, good, hate, ah!"

  Weng Buqi spat out blood from his mouth and managed to utter a few words with great difficulty.

  Suddenly, his eyes burst out with intense hatred, blood red all over, "Even if it's you, I'll make you accompany me in death!"

  In an instant, his entire body burst out with intense water light, and he suddenly charged towards Wang Xuanyang.

  This was his final burst of strength, unleashing a counterattack.

  If you look closely, you will find a hint of cold light hidden in this water light.

  The water has seeped into the bones.

  Weng Buqi's intentions are sinister, even if it means death, he wants to drag Wang Xuanyang down with him.

  However, Wang Xuanyang had already anticipated that Weng Buzhi would make a desperate last-ditch counterattack. The talisman on his body flashed with light and was immediately struck by the water light, surprisingly shattering into pieces like a bubble-like illusion.

  This is a phantom rune.

  A phantom can be created.

  Originally, this phantom was difficult to deceive Weng Buqi, but in the midst of this fog, his spiritual power was affected. Moreover, with Weng Buqi on the verge of death, his consciousness had been greatly impacted. Adding to that, the desire to kill Weng Buqi was strong, so naturally, he struck as soon as he saw Wang Xuanyang.

  No!

  Weng Buqi saw the shattered illusion and still didn't know he had been deceived. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and then lost consciousness once again.

  However, Wang Xuanyang, being cautious, urged his treasured sword to make a sudden and violent slash, almost cutting Weng Buqi into two segments.

  Wang Xuanyang's figure emerged from another direction.

  He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, having finally killed Weng Boqi.

  It's really not easy!

  Wang Xuanyang walked to the front of Weng Buzhi's corpse, with a complex mood, muttering to himself: "Weng Buzhi, you've gone down to hell. If there's anyone to blame, it's yourself. You and I didn't have any grudges, but you kept forcing me again and again. From now on, the enmity between us ends here!"

  After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but let out a deep breath, and his eyes flashed with determination. This experience made his heart more mature.

  This is a growth.

  Weng Baogui has been killed, next is the scene.

  He searched Weng Baogui's body.

  Due to the lack of a Mustard Seed Ring, there weren't many items on him, all stored in a small pouch. A few bottles of medicinal pellets, which were used for daily cultivation and spiritual recovery, some talismans that were basically not top-notch. For Wang Xuan Yang, it was better than nothing.

  Apart from this, there is nothing else. After all, when one goes out, the real treasures are probably all left within the sect, unless one possesses a Mustard Seed Ring.

  Unfortunately, it's a must-have, extremely precious.

  In the Buddhist tradition, only true transmission disciples are qualified to receive the Sravaka precepts for free.

  Otherwise, it would require a lot of contribution points and symbol coins to buy.

  Suddenly, Wang Xuanyang's spiritual power swept out, and his face revealed a hint of surprise. He immediately stretched out his hand to grab something, and a sword aura rolled out, quickly producing a nail the size of a finger on his palm.

  Needless to say, this is Weng's token.

  Wang Xuanyang's spiritual power was effortlessly left on the nail, and immediately the sword energy poured in, instantly stirring up the nail, which suddenly shot out with astonishing force.

  And this nail is almost silent and stealthy, most suitable for a sneak attack.

  It's obvious that Weng Buqi just used this nail to launch a sneak attack on himself, if he hadn't used the Phantom Seal, he would have been poisoned.

  Wang Xuanyang looked at Weng Buzhi's corpse, his sword energy stirring, digging a hole in the ground, then pushing Weng Buzhi's body into it and burying him. After all, they were fellow disciples, he couldn't let him lie exposed in the wilderness.

  After doing all this, Wang Xuan Yang came to the still slightly ** Scorpion Tail Poison Leopard and stabbed it with one sword, thoroughly ending the Scorpion Tail Poison Leopard.

  Then he put the corpse of the scorpion-tailed leopard into the Qīng Tiān Jiè, the corpse of the strange beast was all treasure.

  He also picked up the broken tails, and the sharp ends can be used as materials for refining talismans.

  "Ah, it's finally over."

  Wang Xuanyang let out a light breath, and Weng Buchi's hidden danger was completely resolved.

  But this matter absolutely cannot be let known to people outside of the clan, after all, Weng Qi is also a person with background, and there are elder-level masters among his seniors in the clan.

  "What should I do next?"

  Wang Xuanyang was very curious about the situation in the basin.

  However, he knew it was extremely perilous inside.

  I don't know if the battle in the basin has ended yet?

  He believed that Xingjian Sheng and his fellow disciples should be able to take care of that Black Wind Old Monster.

  Should we leave now?

  But this way, this task is probably going down the drain, and no contribution value can be earned.

  Forget it, let's just leave first!

  Just as Wang Xuanyang was about to leave the mist and return to the ground, he suddenly felt the transmission talisman vibrating.

  He hastily took it out and looked at it, startling in his heart. There was a message from Xingjian in the transmission token.

  "Little brother, leave Heifengyuan at the fastest speed, a shocking change will occur on Heifengyuan!"

  Wang Xuanyang sensed a strong sense of anxiety in his senior brother's voice and couldn't help but feel a sudden jolt throughout his body.

  At this moment, the ground began to shake slightly.

  Obviously, the vibrations previously confined to the basin have begun to spread.

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