Chapter 322 Cooperation

No one expected that Qushanhe could completely deter all the souls.

Hai Fengtao was unwilling to admit defeat, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't even move a finger all over his body. He had some regrets in his heart. At that time, why did he let the blue-robed man of the Wudang faction leave?

Wudang is good at kendo and has a fierce offensive, while Lanhaizong is soft and strong, and the rest of the sects are relatively moderate, and there is nothing particularly prominent.

If there is a person of the Wudang faction now, there may be a chance to refute this line. Qu Shanhe's face is in front of Hai Fengtao, full of mocking.

"Kill me. Lan Haizong can't be destroyed by your little dark soul."

Qu Shanhe shook his head and said, "This is not good. You have to witness the demise of Lanhai Sect in person, otherwise it will be meaningless for me to come this time."

"You..." The sea breeze was furious, and his eyes flashed with a feverish light. He couldn't wait to swallow the mountains and rivers. For him, nothing was more important than the Blue Sea Sect. It was even more uncomfortable for him to watch the demise of the Blue Sea Sect.

Without the power of the old manna, the whole sky island could no longer withstand the magic power of the Qushan River, and suddenly hit the ground. The mountains near and far began to break, and the aura contained in it quickly melted and disappeared.

The cultivation holy land created by the Blue Sea Sect for tens of millions of years quickly disappeared.

As soon as the void of Qushan River was caught, the second and third floors of Lanhaizong began to collapse, and all the souls who thought were safe flew upside down.

Under the pressure of the mountain stone, the weak soul was directly smashed to death, and there were endless screams and scolding.

"It's too noisy." Qu Shanhe's fingers were gentle, and shaking shadows appeared behind him.

However, in the time of half a column of incense, the dark soul man in a black robe reappeared and began to rush to kill without any scruples, turning into the energy in the dark soul man's body.

Song Wei was so angry that she broke free from the shackles of Qushan River and rushed towards Qushan River.

Hai Fengtao understood in a trance that this dark soul is not a normal race. No wonder the cultivation level is high, but it seems that the strength is not strong, and they all look indifferent, as if there is no other expression. They are clearly the split of Qushanhe, but they just exist in a wonderful way.

But is Qushan River the real dark soul?

"Little girl, be obedient, or I won't be polite." Qu Shanhe casually blocked Song Wei's offensive and imprisoned her again.

"Hmm! I coexisted with Lanhaizong. Today, either the dark soul died or I, Song Wei, died. I have lived in the Blue Sea Sect since I was a child. For thousands of years, I seldom go out. My feelings for this sky island are not comparable to ordinary people.

"Well said, Uncle Song, coexist with Lan Haizong." Otu gritted his teeth and barely squeezed out this sentence. Under the oppression of Qu Shanhe, any subtle movements became a great burden.

"We are willing to coexist with the Blue Sea Sect." In response, this momentum slowly gathered together, and there was a faint tendency to fight against Qushan River.

Qu Shanhe smiled and said, "I wanted to let you live a little longer, but now it's not necessary."

"Forbidden!"

The powerful magic power covered the Blue Sea Sect, and its head was covered with a haze. The sea breeze smiled miserably. This ending was unexpected. From the beginning, it was full of confidence that it has been trampled under his feet, but only took a few hours.

Otu reluctantly glared at the sky, and the rest of the souls were either frightened or calm. Under such magical power, no one had the ability to escape.

"The secret of ten thousand swords!"

Suddenly, countless sword shadows flashed. Looking from the sky, it was like a rain of swords, dense. The man in green robe rushed over at the critical moment.

The ten thousand sword formula of the Wudang School gathers the great success of the attack and breaks through everything in the world.

In an instant, the magic power of Qushan River collapsed.

"Dark Soul, this is not yours. Go back to where you used to live."

Qu Shanhe sneered and said, "I'm afraid it's not enough for you. Even if it's the peak, it's not the same as death."

"What about adding us!" Zhao Haoran stepped in mid-air, step by step, hundreds of feet away. When the words fell, he happened to stand not far from the Qushan River. Xiaobai's body shape returned to his original appearance and followed Zhao Haoran, which was quite majestic.

For Zhao Haoran, Qu Shanhe will never forget. Except for the vicissitudes of gray hair, it doesn't seem to have changed much. "Very good, it's all here, so let me solve it together to save trouble."

Otu rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe that this was still Zhao Haoran. His breath was vast like the whole soul martial arts continent, which was unfathomable. Even Haifengtao did not have such a realm of cultivation. No wonder he successfully disrupted Haiya's wedding and killed countless soul people.

However, Otu has always believed in Zhao Haoran from the bottom of his heart. No matter how long he has not seen him, no matter what his status is, a person's temperament can never be changed.

Song Wei squeezed her mouth and trembled slightly. This is her only apprentice. Now her cultivation has reached the point where she looks up, but this is not what she cares about. Zhao Haoran can't be a dark soul spy at all, otherwise he would not compete with Qu Shanhe at this time. Everything is no longer so important.

He did not betray Lan Haizong, which is more important than anything else. Song Wei looked at the young face and read the maturity from his face for the first time. In recent years, he has become different from before and is no longer that stupid mountain village boy.

The man in green robe looked at Zhao Haoran and remembered the premonition many years ago. He knew that the original decision was right.

In the crisis of the Wudang faction, there was a turning point in the whole soul martial arts continent. The ruthless Taoist died. The man in the green robe was sad, and it was difficult to tell the right and wrong for a while.

Those dark souls were connected with Qu Shanhe. Dozens of people directly surrounded Zhao Haoran. Qu Shanhe almost killed the green-robed men of the Wudang faction first, and then solved Zhao Haoran.

Thinking about Zhao Haoran's behavior at the beginning, he has begun to have the courage and temperament that a strong man should have. It is really a great mistake to regret that he did not successfully kill this person at the beginning.

In a corner not far away, the gourd in Lei Teng's hand fell to the ground, the wine was scattered, and the tears in his eyes also flowed out. He couldn't explain why he cried bitterly. He saw Zhao Haoran, as if he had returned to the era of drinking and discussing soul art together.

In the hundred-year big match, the scene of desperately saving himself is still flashing. Today, Zhao Haoran has become the object of fear of Qushanhe. Looking at his depressed appearance, Lei Teng suddenly woke up. I don't know what he has done for so many years, as if he has been They are all spent in a muddle.