Fang Xunlong trembled. He was not worried about his identity being discovered by these two people. Anyway, in his eyes, the two people in front of him were already dead. No matter how many secrets he knew, he could not escape death. He was worried about Xiao Fei's words.
Stimulated and angry. He has been hunted by demon hunters for most of his life. He suffered losses at the hands of demon hunters again and again, and was almost killed by Mo Ze of the Mo family. For Fang Xunlong, these are all
The shame that cannot be washed away. In the end, he was forced to remain anonymous, and used very terrifying magic to turn himself into a living corpse, and he walked as a corpse for many years; until the demons who were hunting him had already
Only when he was almost dead did he dare to come out and set up this evil spell to turn himself back into a living person. However, when this operation was almost successful, it was destroyed by these two bastards. The grave was excavated and the living person was destroyed.
The coffin was opened, and the python used for reincarnation was also beheaded. All the efforts he had made in the past few years were in vain. How could he not become furious?
And just when Fang Xunlong was full of anger, Xiao Fei still dared to rub salt into his wounds. Did he really think that the tiger was not showing off its power and just treat me as a sick cat? Fang Xunlong glared at Xiao
He took a quick look. His body swayed and disappeared on the ground.
Xiao Fei was surprised, but he soon noticed Fang Xunlong's trick. The military assassin stabbed behind him with his backhand at a tricky angle! At the same time, Xiao Fei twisted his body hard, and when he turned around
, he suddenly saw Fang Xunlong appear in front of him. The military thorn was stabbing Fang Xunlong's heart.
Fang Xunlong said "Hey", and his outstretched right hand suddenly shrank back, and his whole body stepped back straight, and his feet left two traces on the ground.
Gu Zheng saw that Fang Xunlong had already taken action, and his movements were not slow. To deal with Fang Xunlong, his master had to join forces with his uncle Mo Suifeng to go out, so now he does not think that bullying the minority with more is more important. Even if it is bullying the minority with more, Gu Zheng
Zheng also didn't feel the slightest guilt, because ever since he became an enemy of Apple, he knew the benefits of fighting in groups. He deeply believed in the great strategy of exhausting the enemy to death even if he couldn't defeat it.
"Mythril ancient sword!" Seeing the ancient sword in Gu Zheng's hand flashing with light, Fang Xunlong's heart trembled. The year when he was pursued most fiercely and he escaped in the most embarrassment was also the time when the owner of this sword showed his power. This secret sword
The ancient silver sword left quite a few scars on his body. The reason why he turned himself into a living corpse was thanks to this ancient sword. If this ancient sword hadn't hurt him so deeply, he wouldn't have needed to transform into a living corpse.
The living dead. So when he saw this ancient sword, the shadow in his heart suddenly enveloped his injured soul.
"Who are you?" After seeing the Mithril Ancient Knife, Fang Xunlong suddenly lost all thoughts of contempt. After a few meters of his body, he asked the question ten meters away from the two of them. Fang Xunlong stared at it intently.
Gu Zheng seemed to want to find some memories that made him hate him from Gu Zheng's face. He finally understood why these two young people had an insight into his identity as soon as they saw him. They turned out to be the children of an old enemy.
Ah! Fang Xunlong felt a shiver in his heart, but he was vaguely excited. After all, these two people were not like the old perverts who were his contemporaries before. He was afraid of those old perverts, but these two young children
, he still didn’t take it seriously.
"The person who killed you." Gu Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense with Fang Xunlong. Since Fang Xunlong could recognize this ancient mithril sword, he could naturally guess that his identity was related to his master. When the ancient mithril sword met Fang Xunlong The fighting spirit of the Dragon Queen became more and more intense, and she even had the desire to control Gu Zheng to fight Fang Xunlong. Gu Zheng suppressed it with great difficulty. Gu Zheng knew very well how powerful this ancient mithril sword was. This Fang Xunlong had escaped from its sharp blade many times. When we met him at this moment, his fanatical killing intent was naturally strong. Therefore, Gu Zheng did not want to stop and let the ancient sword use its will.
"What a loud tone." Fang Xunlong sneered. He grabbed his hand in the air, and a black-looking stick appeared in his hand. Seeing the stick, Xiao Fei's expression changed slightly. " The mourning stick?!" Xiao Fei is a knowledgeable person, and he could see the origin of this inconspicuous stick at a glance.
The Yin Ming Mourning Stick is an evil weapon made of iron trees. You need to collect the skulls of many dead people, sprinkle them with fresh human blood, and then smash them with the iron tree. The iron tree will absorb the dark power inside the skulls and absorb the earth. The more there are, the greater the power of the mourning stick. If it hits a living person, the power on the mourning stick will pour countless death energy into the human body and kill the person. This is the most famous weapon in Fang Xunlong's hand. .
"Know what you are doing! When this mourning stick hits you, you will have someone crying in mourning." Fang Xunlong laughed evilly, raised the stick, and flew towards the two of them! Gu Zheng also knew how powerful this mourning stick was. This thing must not be allowed to touch him. He is not weak in cultivation, and one or two sticks may not be fatal, but it is not easy to drive out the death energy after it enters his body.
"Huh..." Gu Zheng threw the ancient sword, and the ancient sword suddenly turned into a white streak and flew towards Fang Xunlong. This is the best way to deal with Fang Xunlong according to the master's records. Don't fight with the man holding the mourning stick. Fang Xunlong's close combat is the rule recorded in the master's notebook.
"The art of controlling the sword!" Fang Xunlong screamed strangely, waving the mourning stick, and separated the ancient sword with one force. Obviously, Fang Xunlong was also very impressed by Gu Zheng's skill of controlling the sword.
"Mo Ze, the one who killed a thousand swords! You won't let me go even if you die!" Fang Xunlong shouted angrily. Since the mithril ancient sword is in the hands of Gu Zheng, Gu Zheng must be Mo Ze's disciple. But it was beyond his expectation. Yes, Mo Ze only truly mastered the art of sword control after he was thirty years old. How could Gu Zheng be so powerful at such a young age? Fang Xunlong shuddered when he thought of the scars Mo Ze left on him.
Hearing Fang Xunlong's roar, Xiao Fei also took action. Not only was he proficient in close combat, but with Gu Zheng's ancient sword restraining Fang Xunlong, his military spurs would definitely be able to leave a few holes in Fang Xunlong's body. .Although the two of them had not fought together before, they seemed to have a good understanding at this moment.
"Chichi!" The sound of the military thorns breaking through the air was also very shocking. Xiao Fei's strength was strong, but his military thorns followed a gentle path, specifically stabbing at Fang Xunlong's weak ribs. The spear in Fang Xunlong's hand Although the mourning stick is powerful, every time he wants to give Xiao Fei a fatal blow, he is struck by Gu Zheng's ancient sword, so he has to withdraw the mourning stick and block Gu Zheng's ancient sword!
Fang Xunlong suddenly remembered that this move was also used by Mo Ze and Mo Suifeng back then, but the two people at that time were much stronger than Gu Zheng and Xiao Fei now. When those two people used such a method, he The only option was to run away. However, at this moment, it seemed that... his situation was not very good either.