Li Chengkong shouted softly again: "Du!"

The soul-suppressing god edict spread out again.

Everyone who was taking action suddenly stopped, but as disciples of the Holy Temple, they were all infused with Li Chengkong's breath.

These breaths are hidden everywhere in the body and are insignificant.

At this time, when I encountered this soul-suppressing divine edict, these vague auras suddenly activated and instantly jumped, stimulating the brain.

They were awake immediately.

It is a line ahead of the disciples of Wankong Sect, and this line is the line of life and death.

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The sound of blood gushing out, and even the sound of surging waves hitting the hull could not hide the sound.

Li Chengkong nodded with satisfaction.

Song Yuzheng said: "Are you cheating?"

Li Chengkong smiled: "Do I really watch them die?"

"This is not a long-term way." Song Yuzheng shook her head: "If you form dependence, you cannot stimulate their full strength. You cannot break through the limit and improve."

Li Chengkong said: "This time I will be a drill, and I will not show up next time."

"That's right." Song Yuzheng smiled: "It's better to be cruel."

Li Chengkong looked at her slantedly: "You want my subordinates to be less and less, and my strength is getting weaker, right?"

"It's nothing." Song Yuzheng waved his jade hand: "I wish you the stronger your strength, the better. You can destroy the Wankong Sect and save me from taking action."

Li Chengkong shook his head and smiled.

He understood Song Yuzheng's thoughts, she was ambitious and wanted Dayun to dominate the world.

Whether it is ambition, to eliminate disputes in the world, or to the peace of the people, they all regard themselves as thorns in their eyes.

"Bang!" The old man in white suddenly exploded, and his body turned into a bunch of dust and was blown away by the sea breeze.

But before the explosion, he had already pressed Chu Nanyun's chest with a palm.

Chu Nanyun stabbed the old man in white one step ahead, but failed to stop the old man from hitting his chest.

The old man in white suddenly accelerated his palm, so fast that Chu Nanyun had no time to change his body skills, so he could only get a palm.

"Puff!" He flew two feet out of the air, fell heavily into the sea, and was immediately swept into the surging waves.

Song Yuzheng was surprised: "Is this going to die?"

"It's not that easy." Li Chengkong disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he entered the sea, pulling Chu Nanyun back to the ship.

Chu Nanyun was soaked, her face was pale, and her eyes were dull.

Li Chengkong slapped him with his palms, then pointed his fingers, shook his head and said, "What a vicious and domineering power."

The old man in white was really powerful when he fought to the death. Chu Nanyun would lose half his life even if he didn't die.

Chu Nanyun had Li Chengkong's Tianji finger, his eyes quickly brightened, and his body's breath gradually became stronger.

Li Chengkong no longer provided support and flew out from time to time to catch the fallen disciples of the Holy Temple in the air.

With the secret of heaven in mind, it is hard for them to die.

They were fed by Li Chengkong in advance, and they were very familiar with the tricks of the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword and were not beheaded.

Moreover, they paid special attention to the movement of the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword, and would rather suffer other injuries than beheaded.

They will not die if they are injured by other swords, but if they are cut off in their heads, they will not be able to survive. They can only go to the wonderland to prepare for resurrection.

This is what they don't want to.

Seeing that the situation was over, the remaining disciples of Wankong Sect were willing to die calmly and used the method of losing both sides to pull the cushion.

Unfortunately, the disciples of the Holy Temple were also trained to guard against this move, and they had difficulty avoiding it, and even those who could not avoid it survived.

Although they killed them, the disciples of the Holy Temple did not feel excited, but felt that they were in a complicated mood and had a faint sense of admiration.

Because they can be resurrected, they are afraid of death, but they are just a thought of gain and loss, and they know how strong the fear of death is for ordinary people.

So seeing the disciples of Wankong Sect go to their death calmly, calmly and unrestrainedly, and inexplicably reverence.

Li Chengkong glanced at their low expressions and said lightly: "I feel I can't bear it anymore?"

"Master, they are quite powerful, they are more free and easy about life and death, and are better than us."

"That's because they regard their lives as children's play and kill people like numb." Li Chengkong said: "They kill themselves and kill others even more happily. Each person bears hundreds of lives!"

Everyone's faces were slightly somber.

"Being ruthless to others and being ruthless to yourself. Such people are indeed worthy of admiration, but the best way to admire them is to send them home!"

"Yes!" everyone said in a deep voice.

Li Chengkong shook his head: "You performed so badly this time. Just imagine, if I were not here, what would happen if you met them?"

Everyone's faces were gloomy.

Their cultivation is not as good as the other party, but this cannot be a reason for poor performance.

If you fight against the enemy in close combat, there is no strength or weakness, only life and death.

This time, without the help of the leader, they would never be able to ask for it. The final outcome would probably be reversed.

"You think about it carefully, how to deal with it next time you encounter it." Li Chengkong said: "No matter how many drills are, it is better to have a real battle. I will not take action again next time, you will be responsible for it alone!"

"Yes." Everyone shouted with a loud bang.

They were agitated, why did they ask the leader to take action personally? Then what else do they have to do!

Li Chengkong nodded with satisfaction: "Go back and rest."

Everyone returned to the cabin and sat cross-legged and used their skills, but they were more or less injured, with varying degrees of gravity.

"By their own destruction of Wankong Sect?" Song Yuzheng said.

Li Chengkong nodded.

"If I weren't saying depressed words, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it." Song Yuzheng shook her head.

Li Chengkong smiled: "I think it's okay."

Song Yuzheng said: "I have seen the bravery of the disciples of Wankong Sect, but you disciples don't care so much about life and death, they are lazy."

Li Chengkong glanced at the disciples around him and smiled, "Yu Zheng, aren't you afraid of offending them?"

"What am I afraid of offending them?" Song Yuzheng glanced at him: "They are not my Dayun Zimin, they are your disciples of the Qinglian Holy Sect."

Li Chengkong said: "Okay, thank you for your frankness."

"It seems you don't believe in evil." Song Yuzheng said: "I want to see how much they can have left!"

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "Everyone, Your Highness, this Ninth Princess, is not optimistic that you can destroy the Wankong Sect."

A young disciple said, "Master, we will let His Highness Ninth Princess know the power of the disciples of the Holy Clan."

Li Chengkong said: "Then let's take advantage of your skills and think about the situation you are fighting carefully, how to improve it, and... practice hard, practice hard!"

"Yes." The disciples of the Holy Clan on the three boats responded with a loud bang.

They were so unhappy that they were so despised by the beautiful Ninth Princess, and they wanted to destroy the Wankong Sect and show her now.

Li Chengkong nodded with satisfaction.

Song Yuzheng's red lips were still disdainful, which made the disciples of the Holy Temple even more excited.

After they turned around and returned, Li Chengkong asked them to continue practicing, and he sent Song Yuzheng away.

He is ready for the second wave of attacks.

Wankong Sect will never give up. This time, it will send 300 people. After being destroyed in one fell swoop, it will be even more violent next time.

It is even possible to launch a large-scale operation, directly dispatching thousands of people.

This depends on the news from the Dragon Palace and the news from Chiyan Island. The elder of the Tianren Sect has already gone to Chiyan Island and is about to arrive in the past two days.

If too many people are dispatched, then you can only ask Jiuyuan Dragon Palace to help and send out the Three Yuanshen Sect that has been preparing to dispatch.

Ten days later, the news came, and the worst happened. Wankong Sect had dispatched 3,000 people, and they were all top experts in the sect.
Chapter completed!