Enzhou, Emperor Gu City.

With Fang Xing's efforts to help, the authoritarian faction finally rushed out of Wuliwu and returned to the authoritarian faction's residence in the city.

This escape from death made this group of authoritarians exhausted.

However, they did not forget that the Saint-French party was still dealing with the enemy and waiting for their rescue.

"Not good, something big happened. The Spirit-Slaying Sect has been dispatched to the outside of the city."

When he learned that the situation was so urgent, the authoritarian senior officials could no longer sit still.

While they issued a convening order to mobilize personnel, they opened up the authority of the armory and prepared to use heavy weapons to fight the enemy bloody battle.

Just at the stall where the authoritarian senior officials were actively preparing for war, a voice interrupted everyone's actions.

"Slowly, I have a question before the action. Have I sent the supplies that need to be escorted properly into the Zifu River Cart?"

Everyone looked at the voice and saw that the person who spoke was an old man with white hair and beard.

The man had a lazy and casual expression and only wore a casual dress, which seemed out of place to match the uniforms of the authoritarian monks around him.

However, when faced with the questions of the old man named Gao Shifu, no one dared to ignore it.

After all, this person was sent by the higher authorities.

After Jing Yu lost contact, Gao Shifu took over his original job as a substitute.

"Sir, please rest assured. Before the Spirit-Destroying Sect came, the escorted materials had been sent into the Zifu River Cart.

With this treasure as a protection, I believe that no matter how many people the Spirit Defeater Sect sends out, it will not be able to damage that batch of goods."

Hearing this answer, Gao Shifu stroked the long beard under his jaw with satisfaction, and then suddenly asked:

"Since I have sent people not to damage and the goods have not been lost, why are you in a hurry to leave the city to meet the enemy?"

When the authoritarian leaders heard this, they couldn't help looking at each other.

Although the authoritarian factions emphasize obedience by the minority and the majority, they do not completely abandon emotions like the Saint-French faction.

Before, outside the city, the head of the authoritarian faction was entrusted by Chan 3301 and was rescued by Fang Xing when he was desperate to die.

At this time, he naturally did not want to betray his faith and watched his friendly forces be destroyed by the enemy.

So, when the authoritarian leader heard this, he mustered up the courage to retort:

"Sir, the Saint-French party is still fighting to the death outside the city. How can we, as allies, watch it?"

When Gao Shifu heard this, he chuckled with a playful look on his face:

"ally?

Haha, of course I won’t ask you to betray you.

After all, if all the men of the Saint-French sect die, they will definitely delay the escort trip.

However, with the treasure of Zifu River Cart, the escort process does not require too much manpower.

This time, the Spirit-Slaying Sect came out in full swing, and more than a dozen Nascent Soul Stages were not a joke.

In order to reduce our casualties, please ask our allies to consume each other with the enemy first."

After listening to Gao Shifu's words, the authoritarian senior officials immediately slowed down their preparations for war.

Seeing this, the head of the Saint-French Sect opened his mouth silently, but he didn't say anything after all.

After all, in a centralized faction like the authoritarian faction, his questioning of Gao Shifu just now was already an act of usurpation.

…………

I saw Fang Xing approaching an enemy quickly like a ghost.

He lifted his relatively intact left hand and punched the enemy in front of him.

The strong fist wind brought out a whistle of death, and was hit by Fang Xing with a punch. Half of the body of the Nascent Soul cultivator disappeared immediately.

Nowadays, Fang Xing's power is so powerful that he doesn't need to pay attention to the enemy's vitals.

As long as he hits it with one punch, no matter which part he hits, there will be basically only one result in death.

Under the constraints of information rules, this person may not even know how he died.

However, the only flaw in the use of bad words is that the duration is too short.

Fang Xing had just killed one person, and the remaining enemies who were fixed had resumed their operations.

Facing the deaths of companions one after another, if someone with a slightly lower realm is changed, he may not dare to face the fierce god Fang Xing.

However, the Nascent Soul Stage is the Nascent Soul Stage after all.

As the peak of combat power in the usual sense, they have the pride of high-ranking people, and have no combat experience and perseverance among other cultivators.

Therefore, even if they suffer setbacks one after another, they cannot defeat them.

After the recovery of the action, the group of Nascent Soul cultivators immediately launched a counterattack.

Previously, in order not to get involved in the core explosion of Cicada 3301, Fang Xing deliberately detonated the core in advance.

This causes not all Nascent Soul enemies to be sucked into the center of the explosion.

For example, the Nascent Soul cultivator who was responsible for intercepting the authoritarian sect was not affected by the explosion because of his long distance.

Although the death of the Creator made a vacuum of his divine power, it has not yet reached a completely drying point like others.

I saw that after this man escaped from the trap, he summoned the shadow of the Yin God, and he used his remaining divine power to point directly at Fang Xing.

The next moment, only half of the corpse left under Fang Xing's feet suddenly exploded, and the energy flowing swallowed him in an instant.

Although it is just a corpse, the body of the Nascent Soul cultivator is filled with a large number of dangerous implants, and the energy and spiritual energy have reached the verge of qualitative change. This kind of self-destruction cannot be underestimated.

Although this sudden explosion did not kill Fang Xing, his injuries also aggravated a lot.

I saw that Fang Xing, who had rushed out of the energy turbulence, not only did he have almost no intact skin on his body, but his seriously injured right hand was even broken with his elbow.

The left arm was twisted even more violently, and what was worse was that the left hand was only two fingers, the thumb and index finger, and the other three fingers were broken.

Although the Demon Arm is composed of extraterrestrial metal super-phage ore, it has exceeded its upper limit when facing damage at the Nascent Soul stage.

Although Fang Xing didn't know at this time, the authoritarian faction was to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight, let them fight against the enemy and both sides suffer, and finally come out to clean up the mess.

But just because of his injuries at this time, he had reached a very bad situation.

Although through a series of layout operations, the number of the Nascent Soul Stage in the Spirit-Destroying Sect dropped sharply, and he had already killed the double digits to single digits.

But seeing that there were still nine enemies on the field, the situation could not be reversed in the end.

In the face of absolute quantity and strength, this is a battle that is doomed to fail.

Seeing the shadow of the Yin God behind the enemy, which had disappeared due to the vacuum of divine power, gradually reappeared.

Even though the monks of the Holy Furious Sect had no normal emotions, their eyes became empty and dim.

On the contrary, Fang Xing, who was seriously injured, was as calm as ever, both in his expression and in his heart.

"At present, I can only choose to use that method, otherwise I will not be able to support reinforcements.

I just hope my calculations are correct, and the side effects of that move should not be too great."

As soon as he thought of this, Fang Xing stood up with difficulty with his broken arm.

At the same time, a black mist that was like a substance gushed out from his body.

The mist was thick like ink, but its diffusion speed was extremely fast, and it enveloped everyone present in just a moment.

At the moment when it was shrouded in black fog, everyone vaguely felt like someone was lying in their ears and whispering.

The voice was sometimes low and sometimes rapid. Although the specific content could not be heard clearly, everyone felt an inexplicable fear.
Chapter completed!