"Fang Xingjian." Looking at the figure appearing in front of you, the Goshawk Zuo Xianwang showed a sneer.

I saw the blue-gray martial arts will bloom out of his body and turn into invisible ripples and sweep towards the entire imperial capital.

"Fang Xingjian, you have lost to us in Buluo City. In your body, you can't exert half of your ten thousand strength. Could it be that you still have to fight to the death or resist stubbornly?"

At the same time, the martial arts will of the fourteen god-level powerhouses gathered hovered in the air. Although the majestic power stopped, it continued to increase, rotate, and gather, just like a huge storm, vortex, brewing terrifying power.

With the words of the Goshawk Zuo Xianwang, the vortex of martial arts will condensed slightly expanded, as if it would fall down anytime and anywhere, scaring everyone in the imperial capital to look pale.

The Poison Yuan Shengjiang looked cold: "Why do you talk so much nonsense with him? He killed Lieyang, and I want to avenge him."

Lieyang was one of the holy generals who besieged the Black Witch King that day. In that battle, the Black Witch King and his clones joined forces to kill.

However, the King Zuo Xian of the Gangying secretly said with information flow: "Don't be impatient. If Fang Xingjian dares to appear now, he will definitely have some support. We are now strong and have absolute advantage. There is no need to fight with him. Let's listen to what he wants to say first.

With this time, you can also create an offensive and exert the maximum power of the next attack."

Obviously, even if they had defeated and severely damaged Fang Xingjian once, the Zuo Xianwang of the Eagle was still extremely careful and expected that the enemy would be unwilling to take any risks.

The Right Xian Wang of Tianlang said impatiently: "What other means can Fang Xingjian have now? Is it better if we fourteen of us, just kill him directly together?

Or I can just go there alone. He was hit by the Ten Thousand Poisons and the Star Scorpion Sword, and I can slap him to death with one hand."

"Youxian King, don't be impatient." The Holy Saint of Ku Hai persuaded: "Fang Xingjian is an unparalleled swordsman, and it is definitely not that simple to be able to achieve the god level and lead the empire in just three years.

There is naturally a reason why he dares to appear now. If we don’t figure out the reason, even if we easily defeat him, we may still pay the price of the fall of several peers. It is too unprofitable.

Now that we fourteen of us work together, our martial arts will is condensed into a ball. The more time delays, the greater the power we exert, and the advantage lies with us."

The Goshawk Zuo Xianwang nodded secretly: "The Saint General of the Tribulation Sea is right, there are Saint General of the Death Abyss, and the Words of the Ten Thousand Poisons and Spirits? The Saint General of the Sun Shooting, please prepare the remaining two star scorpion arrows.

Once the war begins, the thief must be killed as soon as possible."

While speaking, several saint generals had already made all their efforts in secret. The vortex of will in the sky continued to spread and expand. Obviously, once activated, they would smash the Fangxing Sword into powder with a thunderous force, without giving the other party any chance.

The Saint General of Sangyuan and the Saint General of Shooting Sun also prepared the Ten Thousand Poisons and Spiritual Words and the Star Scorpion Arrows. Obviously, they planned to launch the battle as soon as the battle started, weakening the combat power of the Fang Xingjian again.

In the imperial capital, everyone also noticed the appearance of Fang Xing Sword, but the situation on the field did not become much easier because of the appearance of Fang Xing Sword.

Some people sneer, some people disdain, and some people secretly hate Fang Xingjian for offending the people in the grassland.

"The national teacher is back!"

"What's the point of coming back?"

"Yes, Fang Xingjian was defeated in Bulucheng. Not only was he seriously injured now, but there were more god-level powerhouses this time than the last time."

"It's over. The empire's two hundred years of foundation will be destroyed today."

"If Fang Xingjian hadn't provoked a domestic chaos, how could it have caused these grassland wolves to go south?"

The eldest prince sneered and looked at the Fangxing Sword in the sky. It was not absolutely possible that the other party could turn the tables at this time.

‘Even if Fang Xingjian is unparalleled in swordsmanship and amazing ingenuity, you still cannot be enemies of the world.’

The Fourth Prince, Prince Philip and others looked worried. They didn't know whether the Fang Xingjian in front of them was really or the Black Witch King pretended to be, but the lineup of the fourteen god-level powerhouses was too large, and there was even the unfathomable Sky Lion King hiding behind them. No one knew where the strength of the prairie lord had reached.

Prince Philip's granddaughter Sally looked at the sky and said with great concern: "Aren't Fang Xingjian seriously injured? Can he withstand so many god-level powerful men?"

"How can it be withstand?" Richard said coldly: "If you can withstand it, you won't lose the battle without Luocheng." As he said, his eyes flashed slightly: "The only choice now is to surrender, fight head-on, and face fourteen god-level powerhouses at the same time, just hitting stones with eggs."

In the sky on the other side, a girl wearing a white gauze dress and a white gauze covering her cheeks stood in the void. It was the saint of the Holy Fire Sect.

I saw that although the Holy Fire Sect saint blindfolded, his eyes were charming and vivid. Every frown and smile seemed to be able to charm the whole country, and his eyes seemed to contain infinite charm.

Her eyes looked at Fang Xingjian with a look of pity, and she made a connection with the Pope of the Holy Fire Cult: "Is this person Fang Xingjian?"

The Pope of the Holy Fire Sect looked at the Fangxing Sword in front of him with murderous intent. Millions of people in the Sha Kingdom were cut off from their cultivation foundation by the other party's sword. The hatred between him and the other party was simply irreconcilable.

"It's him, Fang Xingjian... He is indeed a great man of a generation." Even if the Pope of the Holy Fire Sect hates Fang Xingjian, he has to admire the other party's sword skills: "But no matter how powerful he is, he will definitely lose today."

"What a pity." The Holy Fire Sect Saint sighed: "Why is a great man of a generation against my Holy Sect?"

The Goshawk Zuo Xianwang has once again released his martial will and shouted coldly towards Fang Xingjian: "Fang Xingjian, now you kneel down and surrender, bow to my Iron Lion Court to surrender, and we can consider spareing your life.

Otherwise, we will bring down the wrath of thunder and we will make you and the empire behind you to ashes."

Fang Xingjian sneered and said nothing, but looked at the vortex formed by the martial will in the sky without moving, as if he had not heard what the Ghathead Zuo Xianwang said.

Just a moment when he appeared, he had activated four divine swords to form the Zhuxian Sword Formation, covering an radius of 100,000 meters. Just by waiting for the formation to be completed, he could ensure that no one on the other side could escape.

The Goshawk Zuo Xianwang thought the other party was still hesitating. Of course, they would not let Fang Xingjian go, but it would be better if the other party could be deceived to give up resistance and kill him.
Chapter completed!