This is what Jiang Fusheng wants. The less Wang Zhikang pays attention, the more likely he is to succeed.

Just as Wang Zhikang blocked Jiang Maohua's attack with his spiritual whip, Jiang Fusheng's Ziyun Sword reached Wang Zhikang's back.

With a bang, Wang Zhikang's body hit the ground. Next to him stood Jiang Fusheng, the Ziyun Sword in his hand still dripping with blood.

Jiang Maohua was stunned, Jiang Benrui was also stunned for a moment, and Li Jiakun was filled with fear at this time.

Even the fierce battlefield below became quiet at this time.

The Qi-training monk killed a foundation-building monk with his sword, and he was also a third-level foundation-building monk. This is a feat that has not appeared in Wangqin Sea Area for hundreds of years. Such monks are all geniuses. The last time a monk had such a feat, it was now.

Master Fushou of the Wangqin Sect, who is renowned overseas.

Jiang Maohua glanced at Jiang Fusheng strangely. Maybe Jiang Benrui and Li Jiakun didn't see it, but he looked at it all over.

Originally, Wang Zhikang had already blocked Jiang Fusheng's Ziyun Sword. Unexpectedly, before Jiang Fusheng's old strength had receded, he suddenly thrust out a second sword, directly penetrating Wang Zhikang's heart from the back.

Foundation-building monks are very powerful and have a lifespan of two hundred years. Even if they lose arms and legs, they only need to take spiritual pills to cultivate in the later period. In fact, it is not a big deal for them, but once the heart and head are injured, they will not survive.

At this time, Jiang Fusheng was also filled with horror. Although he still looked cold on the outside, there was no hint on his face that he had just killed a foundation-building monk.

In fact, this was not the case. In his heart, he was very surprised that he could kill Wang Zhikang, but he was more horrified by the mysterious power of the Jieyun Sword.

When he killed Wang Zhikang just now, after finishing the first sword, he was about to retreat. At that moment, he suddenly felt that his spiritual power was running rapidly. He swung the second sword knowingly, directly killing the unprepared person.

Wang Zhikang's sword pierced the heart.

Gossip: Jiang Fusheng (host)

Luck: orange

Cultivation: Ninth level of Qi training

Supernatural powers: Heavenly Eye, Jiyun Dao

Luck points: 1020

After killing Wang Zhikang, Jiang Fusheng received another 500 luck points. In other words, by killing a foundation-building monk with orange luck, he received a total of 1,000 luck points.

Liu Hao She, who killed Red Luck before, also got 900 Luck Points. This time he killed Wang Zhikang and got 100 more Luck Points.

Jiang Fusheng glanced at the orange luck pillar above his head. It was actually that his luck pillar had become a little smaller when he used the luck knife just now. Then after he killed Wang Zhikang, it quickly grew several times larger.

Although the changes were rapid, they could not be hidden from his eyes.

But generally speaking, his fortune column has become bigger this time. If it was light orange before, it has now turned into true orange. According to his previous observations, the next stage should be dark orange.

Shallow, upright, and deep, this is Jiang Fusheng’s own depth classification of luck from low to high.

As for the use of the Jieyun Knife, he also had some experience. Although it was his first time to use the Jieyun Knife, the effect was very unnatural and mysterious, but it was not without any cost. His own luck had shrunk before.

That's the proof.

Every time you activate the luck knife, the cost is to consume your own luck. If you kill the target person like just now, you can use the opponent's luck to nourish your own luck and improve your own luck.

As for failure, the luck consumed will be gone.

Although luck is invisible and intangible, it plays a very important role for monks. Those with deep luck can get opportunities when they go out. Whenever they encounter danger, they can turn danger into good luck and gain benefits.

If you are unlucky, you will be drinking cold water.

However, everything in the world is not too absolute. There is a cause and a result. There is still a glimmer of hope in the Forty-nine Heavenly Dao.

Those with deep luck will consume their own luck every time they get good luck. If they don't know how to replenish their luck along the way, once their luck is exhausted, for those monks who rely on their own luck, they are basically on the edge of a cliff.

If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss.

And those who have bad luck or even bad luck, once they get through it on their own, will be able to survive and gradually get better.

"If you want to leave, don't even think about it!"

At this moment, Jiang Maohua's voice woke up the distracted Jiang Fusheng. He looked up and saw that Li Jiakun was actually running away. He walked very ruthlessly and did not pay attention to the people of the Li family below, but his back looked very embarrassed.

"Fusheng, are you okay?"

Jiang Benrui descended from the sky and asked with some concern, his eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine, Fourth Grandpa, are you okay?"

At this time, Jiang Benrui's face was pale and the corners of his mouth were bloody. The foundation-building battle just now was no less than a tightrope walk on a cliff for a monk who had just broken through the foundation-building stage.

"It's okay, just go back and recuperate."

At this moment, Jiang Maohua, who had gone to chase Li Jiakun, flew back. He took a closer look at Jiang Fusheng and saw that he was fine, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandpa Third, how are you?"

Jiang Fusheng asked anxiously that the outcome of this war basically ended with the defeat of the Li family, but there is still an important question, that is whether Li Jiakun escaped or not.

Once Li Jiakun is allowed to escape, even if the Li family is destroyed this time, it will only be half successful. The Jiang family will definitely face Li Jiakun's crazy revenge later on.

There are few people in the Jiang family who are not afraid of the revenge of a foundation-building monk.

Jiang Maohua said nothing and took out a head directly from the storage bag, which was Li Jiakun's.

Seeing that Li Jiakun was dead, Jiang Fusheng and Jiang Benrui breathed a sigh of relief, and then they were overjoyed.

Now that Wang Zhikang and Li Jiakun are both dead, the entire Qingmei Island no longer has the power to prevent the reunification of the Jiang family. As for the monks of the Li family and the Wang family, to the Jiang family, they are like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any time.

With the death of Li Jiakun, the remaining monks of the Li family were all desperate. The cowardly people knelt down and surrendered, while the smart people went crazy. They knew that even if they surrendered at this time, the Jiang family would not let them go. They might as well kill them.

Have fun, kill one without losing money, kill two with big profit.

But it is a pity that the determination of the Li family monks came a little late. Jiang Maohua, Jiang Benrui and Jiang Fusheng, who had freed up their hands, did not feel that they were bullying the younger ones at all. They rushed into the crowd and attacked the Li family monks who were in the late stage of Qi training.

Kill special kill.

As for the other monks of the Jiang family, they instead targeted the monks who were in the early and middle stages of Qi training. This was a war of genocide. Either you died or I died. Kindness to the enemy was cruelty to oneself.
Chapter completed!