"Hmph... It turns out that you, Chu Tianming, had already known the trick to reach the cliff, but he deliberately did not say it out and asked us to die!"

"Even if you compete with us, you can clearly remind us that there is danger of death, but you don't say anything and watch us die!"

"It's really vicious and vicious!"

For a moment, there were continuous sarcasm and scolding.

But Chu Tianming ignored these whispers. He was too lazy to raise his eyelids, and he still said lightly: "I have given you a chance, but you are not sure about it."

This is confusing.

But Li Zhao heard endless murderous intent.

At this moment, all the hairs on his body suddenly exploded and stood up. He subconsciously drew out the sword behind him and used his instinctive consciousness to perform a sword technique that he had already engraved into his bones.

"Lightly - 'Lightly clouds flowing'!"

A sword was horizontally across the body, which seemed gentle, but was a real unique skill of the Light Sword School of the Hejian Sect.

Just the moment he used the "light cloud flow", a trace of ink flashed past him like an abyss, and then an irresistible force acted on his sword, bending his sword directly.

Just as his sword was about to break, the ink scars dissipated and the power passed away like a tide, allowing him to breathe for a moment.

This time, it seemed that he had taken all his strength, so that he could only kneel on one knee and insert the sword into the ground to support himself so that he would not fall.

Just as he was gasping for breath, he saw from the corner of his eyes that the fellow disciples surrounding Chu Tianming were all falling to the ground weakly.

There was an abyss-like ink mark on each of these people's chests, and they were all killed by one blow!

On the other hand, Chu Tianming slowly withdrew his hand holding the pen.

Li Zhao was shocked and looked at Chu Tianming as if he had seen a ghost.

At the same time, he secretly thanks to his practice of "Qingyun Liu", he was able to react between life and death and block the ink mark!

If he doesn't block it, he will become one of the souls of Chu Tianming's men!

The water flow appeared silently, sweeping away the corpses all over the ground. The scene was silent, leaving only the blood that had not yet dried up and Li Zhao who was gasping for breath, indicating the battle here before the cup of tea.

Chu Tianming glanced at Li Zhao lightly, but did not continue to take action.

Li Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, he saw a stream of water that appeared from somewhere, wrapped around him...

"No, get out of here, get out of here! I'm not dead yet!" Li Zhao waved his hand violently, trying to get rid of the water flow, but the water flow was like a maggot on his tarsal bones like a shadow.

In a panic, he suddenly noticed that blood was flowing from his body at some point. At the same time, the vitality in his body began to dissipate at an extremely terrifying speed.

He fell to the ground in depressed state, and his pupils began to dissipate.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, looked at Li Zhao, shook his head, and sighed: "It's such an obsession, it's so strong that it's enough to revive..."

He glanced at Chu Tianming and muttered, "Or, is it because he took action too quickly? It's almost time to get Li Zhao didn't realize his death?"

At this moment, he became a little afraid of Chu Tianming.

He didn't understand what happened to that ink hen. He felt that his Taoist body should be able to withstand it, but he was a little confused about the strange speed of Mo hen. If he had a mental calculation and was unintentional, he would not be sure to escape.

After Chu Tianming's attack, there was silence around him, and many living people were secretly glad that they did not attack him.

Chu Tianming put away the Guihao Pen and Wuyin Cao Emperor, dusted the ashes on his body, and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, the cliff shook, which shocked everyone. Then, a huge cliff disappeared out of thin air under everyone's gaze!

Chu Tianming was slightly stunned, then shook his head helplessly, then turned around and walked out of the Haoshan Mountain.

And in his palm, a tiny hair suddenly appeared.

"Do you want me to take you away?" Chu Tianming felt Haomao and muttered, "The study has declined and the Wenzong is declining. It seems that it has lost its meaning to stay in Haoshan... Forget it, let's take you away and find you a new master with 'literary spirit'."

Chu Tianming never thought of taking away the hair. Because he lost this hair, the Haishan lost a cliff. From now on, the Haishan will be in name only.

But the hairy hair is spiritual. Since he insisted on leaving, Chu Tianming gave it a new owner. After all, the Lanting Book Saint left it, which was more or less a bit like inheriting the "literary spirit".

Chu Tianming left, no one dared to take the word "secret treasure" in front of him, and no one wanted to seize the Mist Hidden Grass Emperor from his hands.

The trip to Qiushan came to an end, and the rest of them felt it was boring, so they left one after another.

Suddenly, Lin Feng felt a sense of emotion, and a light flashed in his eyes, "Oh... he actually came too?"

He stood up and slowly walked out of the mountain with the flow.

Shaoqing, Chu Tianming walked out of Haoshan.

Just as he walked out of the Haoshan Mountain, a beam of light fell from the sky and fell straight in front of Chu.

The light column hit and shook the mountain mist that had already become thin suddenly. Many disciples who followed Chu Tianming out of the mountain were shocked by this momentum and took a few steps back. Then, with a little horror, he turned his gaze to the light column.

Chu Tianming narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he saw a figure slowly stepping out of the light column.

"We are really enemies, and the road is narrow... Chief Chu."

As a sarcasm sounded, the figure gradually revealed his figure.

"Is he..." Some disciples who followed Chu Tianming out of the mountain were secretly shocked, and they looked closely, and then their hearts were shocked.

"This evil star is here too?"

Among the younger generation of Daoye, there is only one person who can be killed by evil stars.

The visitor was the chief disciple of Panlong Mansion, one of the best in the younger generation of Daoye - the Spirit Beast Holy Son.

The gaze of the Spirit Beast Son locked Chu Tianming, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if the hunter had finally caught his prey that he had been hunting for for many days.

Chu Tianming glanced at him lightly, then said, "If you want to be my enemy, I'm afraid it's a little short of it just by you."

When the Spirit Beast Saint Son heard this, he was not angry. Instead, he grinned and smiled, saying, "You will know immediately whether I am qualified enough, but before that, I was curious about what good things you got from this mountain."

Chu Tianming said lightly: "There is nothing good, it's just a grass."
Chapter completed!