大荫蒂女人毛茸茸

The long sword carried on the back of the man in black instantly unsheathed, his emotionless features now donned with killing intent.

The long sword was lifted by an invisible force, darting across over ten yards in the blink of an eye, piercing through Fu Quanliang\'s left shoulder, then flicked upward, nailing him to the horizontal beam in front of the house.

The dancers inside the house had never witnessed such a scene and were scared out of their wits, screaming continuously.

"You\'re at the seventh layer of the Nourishing Power Realm yet spout such grand words,"

the man in black sneered coldly. "You insulted my Immortal Sect, and today I will make sure you regret what you have said!"

"Just don\'t let me die too quickly,"

Fu Quanliang gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his gaze shifting around, trying to spot Chu Zheng\'s figure.

However, all he saw was emptiness, not a single person in sight.

"Heh..."

Fu Quanliang let out a bitter laugh. If he were Chu Zheng, he wouldn\'t choose to risk taking action either.

A cultivator at the Spirit Spring Realm has mana at their command within their body, can wield magic artifacts, travel through the skies, and their combat power is worlds apart from that of the Nourishing Power Realm. In the eyes of mortals, they are true Superior Immortals.

Chu Zheng could best him, but not necessarily the man before him.

The man in black slowly approached Fu Quanliang, saying solemnly,

"Remember, the one who kills you today is Jiang Cunhu from the Night Light Pavilion."

Before his words had ended, a figure suddenly squeezed out from a corner of the courtyard, silently leaping up, flicking his fingers, unleashing countless sharp darts and flying blades, pouring down like a torrential rain, aiming straight for the man\'s back.

Bang, bang, bang!

A series of dull, thunderous explosions erupted one after another, shattering the green stone slabs in the courtyard. Clumps of earth and broken stones instantly filled the entire courtyard, kicking up dust and dirt.

Chu Zheng\'s gaze turned icy, he took a deep breath, then exhaled forcefully. Under the enhancement of Qi, the breath instantly turned into a raging wind, roof tiles were lifted layer by layer, and the dust and smoke cleared in an instant.

Jiang Cunhu was squatting amidst a chaotic courtyard, surrounded by a shimmering barrier.

The barrier was pitted and had numerous cracks. Jiang Cunhu\'s black garments were nearly in tatters, barely covering his body, and he was covered in blood.

Scattered beside him were countless dart needles, which under the sunlight\'s reflection, glinted with a pale blue light, clearly coated with deadly poison.

In the instant he attacked, Chu Zheng had imbued these hidden weapons with Qi, making them incredibly sharp, aiming for a one-hit kill. Now it appeared to be effective.

Jiang Cunhu fixed his stare on Chu Zheng, stuffed an elixir into his mouth without saying a word, not moving at all. The wounds on his body writhed, expelling streams of black blood, and his breathing became smoother and smoother.

The poison that could ordinarily kill a Great Grandmaster upon contact with blood seemed minor to him; after being struck so many times, he was almost unharmed within moments. Chu Zheng frowned at such tenacious life force.

"You little thief..."

Jiang Cunhu\'s eyes were cold as ice, but before he could finish speaking, the area above his head suddenly darkened, and an iron mace descended as if a mountain was crashing down, hammering toward his spiritual center.

Chu Zheng had no intention of wasting words with him. He operated his Qi Circulation, absorbing the Essence of the Great Sun, his body\'s Yang energy surged, visibly enlarging his body, almost revealing a dragon and tiger\'s silhouette. The iron mace in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds, its swing bringing winds roaring like thunder, utterly terrifying.

Crack—

With one strike of the mace, Jiang Cunhu\'s protective shield shattered, and he turned pale with shock. He raised his hand to call back his flying sword, but it did not return.

Glancing sideways, he saw Fu Quanliang\'s fierce expression, with both hands gripping the sword hilt, forcing the flying sword into his own body. Despite being wounded by the sword light, flesh parting from bone, he refused to let go, rendering the flying sword unable to break free.

"Damn it! You..."

Boom!

Jiang Cunhu\'s angry roar was hammered back into his chest by Chu Zheng\'s mace, his body fluttering like a piece of torn cloth, soaring through the air, smashing through two thick walls before finally crashing heavily onto the ground.

Chu Zheng took a few steps to catch up and reached out toward Jiang Cunhu.

[Jiang Cunhu (First Order): Body still carries poison, heart muscle pierced by broken bones in chest, nearly killed on the spot by you, can be restored (0/30).]

This state, even more dreadful than Song Yun\'s before, was as if he were halfway through the Ghost Gate Pass.

Chu Zheng used one repair attempt to hang onto Jiang Cunhu\'s life, then turned to look at Fu Quanliang.

The Flying Sword embedded in his shoulder had already stopped struggling.

Chu Zheng got up and rushed to Fu Quanliang\'s side, pulled out the Flying Sword, and immediately stopped the bleeding through the panel. Then he stuffed an Essence Yuan Pill into Fu Quanliang\'s mouth as a cover-up, and casually healed some of his wounds.

"You do it."

With one foot on the slightly trembling Flying Sword, Chu Zheng tossed the Iron Mace to Fu Quanliang, signaling him to finish off Jiang Cunhu\'s life.

Killing these people from the Immortal Sect still required caution, as the great grandmasters there might have some secret technique for tracking people. Having Fu Quanliang take over was more than suitable.

After all, the Iron Mace was a mundane weapon and could not bear excessively strong forces. The blow Chu Zheng dealt to shatter the light shield had already caused the Iron Mace to bend and deform.

Fu Quanliang silently took the bent Iron Mace, his face expressionless. He slowly stood up and walked to Jiang Cunhu\'s side.

Smack—

He slapped Jiang Cunhu hard across the face.

"Wake up!"

Smack—

"Wake up!"

After receiving several slaps in quick succession, Jiang Cunhu, who was on the brink of death, gradually regained a trace of consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a face stained red with blood.

Fu Quanliang cracked a smile and slowly raised the Iron Mace, the grin on his face looking somewhat ferocious:

"Remember, the one who kills you today is Fu Quanliang."

Thump!

The Iron Mace came crashing down heavily, then was raised again, and fell once more.

Not until Jiang Cunhu\'s upper body was smashed into a bloody mess did Fu Quanliang barely stop.

All the pressure accumulated in his heart over these days was vented out. For a moment, he felt somewhat drained, and couldn\'t help but collapse to the ground, sitting there dazed.

Watching this scene and sensing that the Flying Sword under his foot had become still, Chu Zheng finally picked it up.

[Wind-riding Sword (First Order): Among first-order weapons, it belongs to the high quality. Despite decades of slaughter, its master\'s careful nourishment left it without a single flaw, capable of amplifying a first-order being\'s mana by thirty percent.]

After pondering for a short moment, Chu Zheng had some calculations in mind.

Qi Cultivators also possessed the Art of Object Control. He could use the Flying Sword, but didn\'t feel very secure using it.

Not far away, Fu Quanliang came back to his senses, his voice tinged with surprise and doubt, "What did you use just now to conceal your traces?"

Concealing one\'s form directly, he had only heard that some secret treasures could do it, and had never seen it before.

"Invisibility Technique, do you want to learn it?" Chu Zheng casually replied.

"Yes."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Fu Quanliang\'s eyes, "Will you teach me?"

"Of course not."

Chu Zheng shook his head, "But I have something else to give you."

"What is it?" Fu Quanliang was taken aback.

"Life-link Seal."

Chu Zheng spread his palm open, Yuan Qi manifesting visibly, forming a talismatic pattern, and remotely slapped it into Fu Quanliang\'s brow:

"From this moment on, if I live, you live, if I die, you die."

"What if I die first?" Fu Quanliang\'s face turned pale.

"I\'ll burn more paper money for you, so you can still have a good life down there."