Chapter 890

"Kang Changlao is coming."

The leading disciple stopped.

Sure enough, in front of him, a fairy like old man in white like snow came here.

"I've seen elder Kang."

The disciple quickly saluted.

Yang Jiaojiao and his subordinates also saluted respectfully.

"Are you the descendant of the Yang family? Half a month ago, your father sent me a letter by flying pigeon. I owed you a favor to the Yang family in those years. Now I will give you a sword Sutra, but I have nothing to do with the Yang family from now on. If I know that the Yang family dares to say something in my name, I will kill you without mercy."

Kang Changlao said in a cold voice, and a strong momentum came from him.

Yang Jiaojiao and others showed awe on their faces one by one.

Although the Yang family was kind to elder Kang in those years, the immortals didn't show any kindness.

When Yang Jiaojiao and others saluted, Li Changsheng watched coldly. Elder Kang immediately frowned and asked, "is this also your entourage?"

Yang Jiaojiao quickly waved her hand: "he's not my man. We just met by chance and came together. It has nothing to do with me."

"There are always some secular people trying to get immortal Dharma."

Elder Kang scolded.

"How can these miscellaneous people enter our Taiyi sword sect."

"What elder Kang taught me was that the disciple was wrong."

The disciple who took the lead in hurriedly bowed his head to admit his mistake and stared at Li Changsheng coldly.

Li Changsheng was scolded and resented by several people.

He turned his head and immediately stood up and shouted angrily.

"Bastard, how dare you sneak into our Taiyi sword sect? Why don't you get out of here?"

"Let me Li Changsheng go, you are still the first."

Li Changsheng snorted coldly.

"Boy, why do you still want to resist? You're dying!"

The disciple pulled out his sword and was about to chop Li Changsheng with his sword.

Just the next moment, Li Changsheng took a step and waved his palm gently, and the disciple flew a few meters away like a broken kite.

Dead silence.

The disciples around also cast their eyes. No one thought that Li Changsheng dared to fight in Taiyi sword sect.

"How brave!"

Kang Changlao reacted and was about to get angry.

Then Wu Neng behind Li Changsheng fell on his knees with a thump.

"Elder Kang, this demon kidnapped me all the way to Taiyi sword sect and asked elder Kang to avenge his disciples!"

Kang Changlao looked at it carefully and barely recognized it.

"It's nephew Wuneng."

His eyes to Li Changsheng were full of endless killing opportunities.

"How dare you abuse my Taiyi sword sect disciple? You're looking for death!"

Then he raised his hand and grabbed it at Li Changsheng.

But Li Changsheng didn't look at him at all, but looked at the row of palaces hidden in the clouds.

"Bang!"

The palm hit Li Changsheng.

Just the next second, he imagined that the scene of Li Changsheng being beaten and vomiting blood by him did not appear. Instead, elder Kang felt a severe pain. Under the force of the reaction, his arm burst open directly, and the whole arm turned into a blood mist.

"How is that possible?"

Elder Kang stared at Li Changsheng when he saw a ghost.

Is it the strong man in Wonderland? "

In horror, Li Changsheng looked at the hall in the valley and said in a loud voice, "Taoist chi sword, get out of here!"

The voice was loud and echoed in the valley.

Countless disciples raised their heads one after another.

The breath surged, and several figures flew out and approached quickly. It was su Taibai, the leader of Taiyi sword sect, and his proud disciple Shang Yanzhen.

"Who the hell are you?"

Kang Changlao stared at Li Changsheng. His arm was still dripping blood.

Li Changsheng paid no attention to him.

"Lord Su is safe."

Li Changsheng said with a smile on his face.

But if you look closely, you will find that his smile is full of cold.

Seeing Li Changsheng's face clearly, Su Taibai and his disciples were shocked, and their eyes showed horror.

"Are you still alive?"

In the first world war three years ago, Lord Ziyun detonated the ziding, the treasure of Zhenzong, and four or five thousand people died. Everyone thought that Li Changsheng was dead and his bones did not exist, but who could have thought that Li Changsheng came back after three years.

"Are you disappointed that I'm not dead?"

Li Changsheng said with a smile.

A sword appeared in Su Taibai's hand, and his momentum was rising.

Since Li Changsheng appears here, it is the biggest crisis since Taiyi sword Zong Jianzong.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

"Mr. Li, I didn't expect you to appear alive. Come on, what do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything. I just want to step down on Taiyi sword sect, kill the crazy sword Taoist, and take back what belongs to me."

"So there is no room for relaxation?"

Su Taibai asked in a voice.

"You don't have to delay. Die."

Li Changsheng has long understood Su Taibai's idea and must be contacting Ziyun holy land and Tianxuan Holy Land in a special way, because facts have long proved that only joint efforts can deal with Li Changsheng.

"The ancestor of Chi Jian is not in the sect."

Su Taibai took a deep breath and said.

"Hehe! Aren't you in the door? I'm afraid I'm waiting for several others to appear so that I can work together to deal with me. Now I'm acting as a shrinking turtle?"

Li Changsheng snorted coldly, then raised his fist and punched.

"Hoo!"

The next second, the fist roared out.

Shang Yanzhen and other experts were better. They hurried to avoid being hit. Thousands of ordinary disciples in the square were not so lucky.

The fist force was like a train roaring past. The air in front was compressed into a solid state, and then exploded violently. Thousands of disciples turned into blood mist under the fist force.

With one punch, 90% of the disciples of Taiyi sword sect were killed.

But it was not over. Li Changsheng raised his fist again and punched the deep valley.

"Boom!"

Under the rampant fist power, the protective array in Taiyi sword sect was broken layer by layer, and countless palaces were crushed into ruins, let alone how many disciples and elders died.

"Li Changsheng, you deceive people too much!"

An old and angry voice sounded. A sword light broke Li Changsheng's fist strength, like a big bird flying into the sky and staring at Li Changsheng coldly. It was the crazy sword Taoist.

"Are you finally willing to come out of the tortoise shell?"

Li Changsheng has disdain on the corners of his mouth.

"Taoist Chi Jian, when I fought with immortal Haoyue that day, you attacked me secretly and divided up my Ruyi heart sword and mountain and river ruler. Today, I flattened Taiyi sword sect and took your head. You are responsible for everything."

"Hehe! Li Changsheng, I admit that you are strong, but in my Taiyi sword sect, do you think you can really kill me?"