223: A friend dies, but a poor man dies

Tu Xiangtian roared to the sky, but it was all useless.

Countless black and white chess pieces pierced through his Physical Body.

"Bang!"

He was dead.

As dead as could be.

Su Changqing smiled slightly, letting the Heavenly Blood Vine go up and absorb the flesh and blood from his Physical Body.

"What a pity, why did he have to fight so desperately? His essence blood was completely burned out, and the effect was even worse than that of an Early Stage Saint Realm Martial Artist."

Su Changqing complained, then waved his hand, retracting the star river chessboard.

The moment the chessboard was retracted, countless Martial Artists in the field looked over, and when they saw Tu Xiangtian's fallen corpse, their eyes were filled with disbelief.

The Late Stage Saint Realm powerhouse, Tu Xiangtian, was actually dead?

And he died at the hands of Su Changqing, an Early Stage Saint Realm Martial Artist.

It was simply unbelievable.

With such Heaven-Defying talent, who on the entire Heavenly Martial Continent could suppress him?

In an instant, the hearts of countless Martial Artists from the Ximen Family immediately turned cold.

Even a Late Stage Saint Realm powerhouse had fallen; how much longer could they hold on?

What's more, Su Changqing's Puppets were simply too Heaven-Defying in their combat power. After all, Puppets didn't care about life or death, fighting to the bitter end, and their strength was formidable. From the start of the battle until now, two-thirds of the Ximen Family Martial Artists had already died, and perhaps even more.

"Damn it, Brother Ximen, what do we do now?!"

Ouyang Lun's eyes were filled with fear as he fought and retreated.

Ximen Yang was also flustered. He originally thought Tu Xiangtian could take out Su Changqing, but he didn't expect him to be so useless, actually being taken out by an Early Stage Saint Realm Martial Artist.

And Su Changqing seemed quite relaxed, not even suffering a single injury after killing him.

"There's no other way, we can only fight for it. Brother Ouyang, you go distract him, and I'll attack him again!"

Ximen Yang said.

The two of them were already helpless against Wei Shengwu's attacks and had no choice but to take a gamble.

Ouyang Lun naturally knew, and he nodded:

"Don't worry!"

With that, his figure flickered, turning into a streak of light, and he charged towards Wei Shengwu.

"Boom!"

As the terrifying attack was unleashed, Wei Shengwu's mouth curled slightly, revealing a cold smile.

This level of attack was nothing to him.

He swung his sword to block.

Ouyang Lun roared:

"Brother Ximen, good opportunity, attack quickly!"

However, just as his voice fell, he turned his head and found that Ximen Yang had turned into a streak of light, heading in the direction behind him... he ran!

Ouyang Lun: "????"

In an instant, Ouyang Lun was completely dumbfounded.

What did he mean?

He tricked him into blocking attacks for him, and then he ran away.

This was directly selling out a teammate.

"Brother Ouyang, a Fellow Daoist dies, not a poor Daoist. Don't worry, if I survive, I will definitely avenge you."

With that, Ximen Yang's escape speed increased by two points, directly fleeing for his life.

He knew that the tide had turned, and no matter how much he struggled, it would be useless, so he could only run.

"Damn you, Ximen Yang, I swear we are irreconcilable!!"

Ouyang Lun roared directly to the sky, his eyes filled with endless killing intent and dissatisfaction.

He hated, hated himself for actually trusting Ximen Yang.

However, Wei Shengwu didn't care about any of this. He snorted coldly, and with a sword slash, endless black Qi instantly fell, directly engulfing Ouyang Lun's Physical Body.

"Boom!"

One sword strike directly inflicted heavy injuries.

If Ouyang Lun hadn't had an Emperor Weapon to block, he would have been killed instantly by that sword strike.

But at this moment, he no longer had the right to struggle, his entire body was severely wounded.

Su Changqing walked over, a smile on his face:

"Don't worry, he can't escape!"

Su Changqing took out a long bow.

The moment the long bow appeared, Ouyang Lun and Wei Shengwu both felt a chilling aura.

This bow was not simple!

Its quality was even more terrifying than the Emperor Weapon in Ouyang Lun's hand.

Su Changqing sneered, then drew the bow and nocked an arrow.

The arrow was naturally his True Qi.

When the arrow from Su Changqing's hand was shot, it turned into a streak of light, flying out directly towards Ximen Yang.

"Boom!"

The fiery red arrow enveloped the sky, and its terrifying might made all the Martial Artists present tremble with fear.

"Bang!"

An arrow fell, piercing through Ximen Yang's Physical Body at an extremely fast speed. He originally wanted to use his Emperor Weapon to block the power of this arrow, but how could an Emperor Weapon block an Immortal Artifact? What's more, he was merely a Middle Stage Saint Realm Martial Artist. Under Su Changqing's arrow, there was no possibility of survival.

"He just died like that?"

Looking at Ximen Yang's Physical Body, which was directly pierced by the arrow, Ouyang Lun's eyes still flickered with intense disbelief.

Just now, he was still furious at the other party for abandoning his moral principles and fleeing, but now, a feeling of sorrow for a fellow creature had unexpectedly arisen in his heart.

"I told you, he can't escape. Now it's your turn."

Su Changqing smiled slightly, as if he hadn't taken what just happened to heart.

With that, he put away the Sun Shooting Bow, and then directly used the Heavenly Blood Vine to devour Ouyang Lun alive.

All of this was done cleanly and efficiently, leaving Wei Shengwu, who was beside him, somewhat slow to react.

"Changqing, this... is this over?"

Wei Shengwu was still a bit dazed.

"Yes."

Su Changqing grinned.

Wei Shengwu's mouth twitched. He knew that although he could deal with both of them, both of them carried Emperor Weapons, so they couldn't be taken out in a short amount of time.

Moreover, Ximen Yang had directly fled. If he wanted to kill him, he would probably have to put in some effort. How could it be as easy and leisurely as Su Changqing, who, as if strolling through a garden, directly pierced him with one arrow? It was simply terrifying.

And at this moment, the battle was also nearing its end. The Disciples of the Ximen Family were almost all dead. Although the remaining ones were still resisting, they had lost their fighting spirit.

After all, their Family Head was dead, and only one Old Ancestor was still entangled in battle. There was almost no possibility of a comeback.

"Ancestor Xuan and Old Ancestor Ximen are still fighting bitterly. Although that old fellow is close to death, his foundation is still not weak, and now he's fighting for his life. I'm afraid Ancestor Xuan won't be able to take him down in a short time."

Wei Shengwu looked at the two's battle, stroked his chin, and analyzed.

Su Changqing nodded slightly. With his eyesight, he could naturally see the situation in the field.

"Changqing, let's attack together and kill that old fellow from the Ximen Family?"

Wei Shengwu suggested.

Su Changqing shook his head:

"No need for such trouble."

Su Changqing smiled and took out a small nail. This object was palm-sized and looked unremarkable, but when Wei Shengwu saw this item, his hair instinctively stood on end, as if this thing was no weaker than the long bow from earlier.

"I'll just use him to test the power of this thing."

This was a treasure Su Changqing had obtained earlier, the Soul Devouring Nail.

One nail out, Divine Soul extinguished.

Su Changqing's eyes changed, and then he used his True Qi to activate the Soul Devouring Nail.

"Boom!"

The Soul Devouring Nail instantly flew out, heading straight for Old Ancestor Ximen!