Fang Pan didn't take Song Qianzhi's instructions to heart. He always pursued the principle of "sail against the current and face difficulties". The stronger the opponent, the more he could not retreat. He would squeeze his body to the limit, and his Taoism would also rise with the tide, which was better than meditating and practicing. . Of course, although he has a strong temper, he is not without brains. He only seeks breakthroughs among his peers and will never dare to challenge the Lord of the Abyss. He is not sailing against the current, and will capsize. Song Qianzhi made it very clear that those who dug through thousands of feet of frozen soil and broke into the Fengping Valley were the Demon General and his family members. They came from the Three Realms and Six Desire Heavens. Even if they had magical powers, they could not withstand the fierce blood. Fang Pan took the lead without any temptation, swiping his troops towards Fengping Valley, driving hard into the depths of the enemy's formation like a wedge.
The blood energy was released and condensed into a ferocious armor, tightly wrapping Fang Pan, including his men and horses. The mount under his crotch was also unusual. It had two horns and four eyes, and breathed flames from its mouth and nose. It was charging forward and invincible. The demon general stepped forward to stop him, but was hit by him with a hammer. He was dwarfed by it, so he had to step aside to temporarily avoid the opponent's sharp attack. The demon general had a strange appearance. Under Fang Pan's pressure, the demonic energy was aroused to the extreme. His eyes ignited with dark demonic flames, and demonic patterns rippled all over his body. He was completely different from the demon servant's family members. Fang Pan charged for a while, secretly plotting At this point, thirteen demon generals appeared from inside and outside Fengping Valley, and they came out in full force without any reservations. The strongest of them was probably on par with me, and he was the perfect whetstone. He made up his mind to attack Fengping Valley regardless of the casualties of his soldiers. Relying on the unity of men and horses, he rushed in and out as if entering an uninhabited land.
The two armies collided and fought close to each other, relying solely on brute force and claws. The magical powers had no time to activate, and most of them were useless. Fang Pan came and went like the wind, with infinite power. The demon general Bo Lu saw that he could not suppress it. He shook his shoulders and the top of his head. A stream of heavenly demon energy sprang out, like a giant snake wrapping around his body, showing the appearance of heavenly magic. He was several feet tall, holding a cooked copper pestle high in both hands, and smashed it down on his head like a hill. Fang Pan urged the demon horse on his crotch and circled behind him. Just as he was about to give him a blow, the Demon General Di Luo stepped out and waved his hands, transforming into thousands of dark palms. The magic patterns flashed and blocked Fang Pan. As soon as he was blocked, Bo Lu looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes were about to burst, he twisted his waist and limbs, and the cooked copper pestle drew an arc and pressed down diagonally.
Fang Pan stimulated his blood, held the cooked copper pestle with a horizontal hammer, and groaned.
, the demon horse’s hooves sank into the frozen soil, its pores were full of blood, and it was motionless. Countless palms transformed from the devil’s energy took advantage of the situation to take pictures. Before they could reach the body, they were swept away by the blood and energy. Fang Pan suddenly exerted his strength and swung the cooked copper pestle away. The demon horse under his crotch flew with all four hooves. He jumped out of the frozen soil and rushed straight towards Di Luo. He opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of flames. The opponent could not dodge, and half of his body was like snow. The lion turned toward the fire and melted away. Seeing that Di Luo was in danger, Bo Lu picked up the copper pestle and smashed it headlessly. Although he was big and powerful, he was not very flexible. Fang Pan turned his horse in a circle and ducked behind him, using three hammers in succession to break the magic spell. Bo Lu fell to the ground with a crash, his body shrunk sharply, and he was no different from an ordinary person.
After defeating two demon generals in a row, Fang Pan was filled with fighting spirit and laughed. In his opinion, the demons were weaker than the foreign objects wandering outside the abyss. Once they encountered the raging blood, they would have no effective means and could only use All kinds of weird supernatural powers are fighting in all directions, but they dare not confront them head-on. It's enough to fight alone. The two armies fight to the death. When they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. Morale is crucial. Why should those demon generals fight with him? Sure enough, the morale of Fang Pan's army of monsters was high, and their offensive became stronger and stronger. The demons' followers fought and retreated, gradually showing signs of decline.
Song Qianzhi watched in all directions and listened in all directions. He could tell clearly the number of distractions. He made a prompt decision and ordered Fang Xiyan to lead his troops to intervene from the side. He and Fang Pan worked together to counterattack Fengping Valley. Fan Bashan also noticed the subtle changes in the battle situation. He urged the army to move forward, but Song Qianzhi led his troops to stop him. He mobilized his troops several times but failed to break through the line. The thousand branches of the pine tree were brave and good at fighting. Fan Bashan fought with him several times, but failed to gain the upper hand. He unconsciously cast his gaze into the distance. Under the red sun, above the frozen soil, at the end of his field of vision, two small black dots were blurry. , I don’t know whether they are talking or confronting each other, the strange temper of the Lord of the Abyss is really unpredictable.
Fan Bashan sighed. He guessed that the Lord of the West and the Lord of the North were evenly matched, and neither could do anything to the other. Otherwise, there would not be a protracted tug of war in front of Fengping Valley. Any one of them, The weight is enough to influence the situation of the battle.
A hundred miles away, Fan Wei and Lang Jigou were several feet apart, looking at Fengping Valley from a distance, with the fire of blood jumping and dancing in their eyes, everything was in sight. To the two masters of the abyss
From a practical point of view, the fight between Fan Bashan and Song Qianzhi is as simple as scratching an itch. With just a little more force, they can break the deadlock easily. But this is the view of the powerful superiors. Morning bacteria do not know Hui Shuo, worms do not know Spring and Autumn, summer insects cannot speak of ice, and well frogs cannot speak of sea. The opponents of the masters of the abyss are only each other. Unless necessary, they will not easily interfere in the battles of their soldiers. .
The two had fought against each other several times before, and just as Fan Bashan expected, they were evenly matched and neither could do anything to the other, which surprised Prince Ji Gou. The Lord of the Four Directions of the Abyss, Shantao emerged from the sky and rode Juechen. The remaining three people were roughly in the middle. Lang Jigou always believed that Fan Wei was a little shallow. In addition, his mind was infected by the will of the Abyss, and he acted crazy. Most likely not as good as him and the grass nest. However, in this real fight, Fan Wei was clear-headed and firm, and his methods were sophisticated. He did not appear crazy and out of control at all. On the contrary, Lang Jigou vaguely felt that something was wrong. The opponent seemed to be confident and possessed a great magical power, and could win at any time. Therefore, he was extremely careful, not seeking merit but seeking no faults, so that he was bound here and could not escape.
Although Lang Jigou was bound, Fan Wei was not the same. Gaya gathered thirty-six blood relics and set up a large formation to send him into the abyss. Taking advantage of the bloody battle and chaos in the world, he gathered the army of monsters and directed his troops. Northland is not without cause. According to Gaya, there is something buried under the Fengping Valley. It suppresses the blood and corrodes the laws. It is harmful and useless to the Lord of the Abyss. However, it is suitable for the thirty-six blood relics. If they are sacrificed and fused together, they will become a supreme treasure. It will be extremely powerful. It can break the realm of blood and energy and surrender the master of the abyss. Fan Wei's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. The Divine Realm of Blood and Qi has the supreme magical power of the abyss. With this magical power, he can enter the bottom of the abyss and be promoted to the throne. If he holds this treasure, he can turn his hands to make clouds and rain, travel across the abyss, and stand firm. In an invincible position.
But for some reason, Lang Jigou inserted a bar across the side, blocking his good deeds. Gaye said that the thing under Fengping Valley had been hidden for a long time, and no one knew about it. If Lang Jigou could find out the details, he couldn't. Like, he was just hurting others and not benefiting himself. He was locked in with himself and defended Fengping Valley. His grandma's, could it be that the divine object has its own will and may not belong to him, so it is possible to use the hands of Lang Sacrificial Hook to stop him?
