"Give it to me?" The old man in black robe laughed angrily and said: "Fang Bailan, are you not awake or your brain is broken? You just admit defeat and treat all of us like monkeys? You ask first Brothers behind me, do they agree?" The group of monks more than ten miles away behind the old man burst out.
"disagree",
The cry of "a competition". The noise was rolling, one after another, most of them were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Several fifth-level masters kept their identities reserved, and a few fourth-level monks on the side laughed and did not participate. They had witnessed the power of Fang Bailan's sword with their own eyes, and they still have lingering fears. Moreover, the other three continental alliances had big gestures. Before the situation was unclear, it was best to protect themselves wisely. Some muddy water could drown people.
You Mengchang, who had been calculating for a while, suddenly sent a message to Zhao Zhuer, who was more than ten miles away. Fang Bailan put her right hand into her left sleeve, lifted up her sleeve, and said slowly: "There is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell and you break in. Why is Fellow Daoist Qiu so persistent in seeking death!" His voice was not high, but there was something strange about it. The shock effect.
In an instant, the hustle and bustle fell into silence, as if even the air had solidified. The expression of the old man with goatee became cautious, but he still did not improve his momentum.
With a "clang" sound, he drew his sword out of its sheath and stared at the woman who was ten miles away from the opposite side and drew the sword from the flesh and blood of her arm through squinted eyes.
On the sea, a woman drew her sword and rubbed the bones, making a sound
The harsh sound of "chichi" shocked everyone. It was inexplicably oppressive as if by the power of God, forcing those with weaker cultivation levels to go dry and retreat far away.
Fang Bailan finally pulled out the blood-dropping thin blade. She had enough time to wipe the edge of the sword with her finger, leaving a strange wisp of moisture on the blade. The foot-long dagger reflected the sunlight, and was as bright red as blood.
Xinhou swung his sword and slashed forward, causing the world to become silent. Zhao Zhuer, who was wearing a curtain hat, put his hands together and pointed his sword, and slashed forward with the same movement.
The face of a burly man more than thirty miles away changed drastically. His mind and soul were locked by this sword. He roared angrily. His momentum surged in an instant. He no longer cared about hiding his identity. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and there was a vague shadow of a ferocious beast coming from behind. Appearing behind him, the beast's shadow grasped a huge fuzzy seal and faced the direction of the sword light that roared down from the sky.
While the sword was still gathering momentum, the burly man spat out three mouthfuls of blood into the air. The evil spirit of the blood surged into the sky. The monks watching the excitement nearby became weak in their legs and feet. They did not expect such a change, and they all fled in embarrassment. I understood what was going on. There was no fool who could come here. He scolded the sinister Mr. Qiu in his heart and almost made them face the disaster of Chiyu.
"Donkey Ri, he really used a puppet as a cover to elicit a sword attack from fellow Taoist Fang. He's so damn insidious. He pretends to be more like an actor. Damn!" Lu Zijin muttered and cursed.
Even if Old Man You refused to accept it, the old man proposed to admit defeat from the very beginning and deceived Old Man Qiu's hiding place out of every detail. I wonder if it was a blind cat that caught a dead mouse and hit it or he guessed it in advance?
Zhang Wenfeng was ten miles away this time, and it was not the first time that he could feel Fang Bailan's heart palpitations up close as he drew his sword. He glanced at Lu Zijin and said, well, they are doing things without telling him, the boss, so he can wait to put on his shoes later.
Lu Zijin pretended to be innocent and honest in his eyes. I really can’t blame him. It was Old Man You who said that these scheming and dirty tricks will not taint the audience. The audience will be a decent Taoist priest without stains in the future. As long as the results are not Bad, the viewer won’t be surprised.
You go and settle the score with Mr. You. Don't look at me. I'm too small to take the blame, little donkey. The sword light roared down, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth was pulled and rolled, and the wind and clouds surged, stretching for dozens of miles.
The old man with a goatee, who was in the middle and was suppressed and helpless, bore the brunt of the sword light and exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, splashing towards the sinking sea.
"Boom", the sea water in the area several miles away sank, and violent winds swept across. Countless monks who had no time to escape were bleeding from the mouth and nose, their souls were injured, their eyes were black, and they fell to the sea. The sword light exploded with too much power. They were affected.
The real Old Monster Qiu looked at the beast shadow and ancient seal that were annihilated under the light of the sword, as well as the several treasures from the bottom of the box that he threw out one after another, and roared: "Go to hell!" He had calculated everything, but he didn't. It's really damning that Fang Bailan can see through his true identity at a glance.
He had a vague guess that Fang Bailan had also advanced to the sixth level, but he just deliberately concealed it and didn't tell anyone. This attack was too powerful, even beyond his full-strength attack with a sixth-level cultivation. It was too damn strong to make sense. ah.
Before the sword light could reach him, his whole body instantly exploded into a bloody mist. The sword light was sharp and domineering, and most of the blood mist evaporated without a trace.
Two points of blood suddenly flashed in the air, hitting the chests of the two women who were doing sword-cleaving movements with all their strength.
"Bang"
"Bang", flames rose up from Zhao Zhuer's body, and a transparent turtle shell rotated to block the blood light that was weakened to only a thin line through the flames. The flames passed by and burned away the blood light.
The huge force hit him from the turtle shell, and Zhao Zhuer flew backwards in the air. The sword he tried with all his strength could not fully exert its residual power. The two people's joint efforts collapsed. Fang Bailan's body was covered with a peach blossom miasma pink, and he rolled back almost at the same time. Fly back.
The sixth-level monk saw the opportunity and struck with all his strength, which was no small matter. Fortunately, the souls between her and Yishuai have been fused by 30%, and they can exert the power left by Lord Mo Ye far better than before.
Lu Zijin heard Old Man You's soft voice in his ears.
"Come on, cut the grass and roots without leaving any trouble." At the same time that Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan were attacked by surprise, Lu Zi evolved into a thunder light and rushed towards the opposite side of the chaos like a thunderbolt. Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, there was this monster like Old Man You. , Mr. Qiu, who wanted to use the secret method of blood witch to escape, was doomed.
Zhang Wenfeng and Yang Shuilan rushed forward and stood in the vicinity of the two women, who were staggering to steady themselves, to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make a random attack.
A transparent hole was left on Fang Bailan's chest and back, and the blood quickly spread. It was immediately covered by the pink peach blossom miasma on Fang Bailan's body, and her whole body was hidden.
Zhao Zhuer lifted up her hat veil, revealing a pretty face that looked both angry and happy, and murmured to Yang Shuilan who was protecting her.
"It wasn't big in the first place, but now it's flat." Yang Shuilan was stunned for a moment before she understood. She smiled and tapped the playful Nizi with her finger, and then asked with concern: "Check quickly, there is no curse left. Or a hidden injury?" She was very afraid of the blood witch's methods, let alone a sixth-level desperate blow.
Zhao Zhuer played with the small turtle shell and glanced at Lu Zijin, who was 30 miles away and was unleashing a thunderstorm. He briefly explored his body and said with a smile, "It's not hurt. The two treasures blocked it for me." But Fang Bailan doesn't worry even if she is cursed by a witch. She has lost her body and doesn't care about it.
Zhang Wenfeng pretended not to understand what Junior Sister Zhu'er was saying, and turned around to stare at the scene opposite. Except for the injured monk who fell into the sea, the other fifth- and fourth-level monks had already fled dozens or even hundreds of miles away.
Soon, Lu Zijin came back again, holding several items in his hand. A black mist fell from Lu Zijin's shoulders, transforming into Old Man You.
"Destroy the old man's remaining soul."
"It's done." Hearing the separate transmissions from Lu Zijin and You Mengchang, Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly. He understood what You Lao meant. He would not let him be tainted with this karma. Lu Zijin was enough to clean up the situation.
There is no shortage of talents in Xianlingguan.
