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5320. Chapter 5320 Don't pretend to beep

Fang Xingzhi's expression condensed. It turned out that this man's strongest weapon was the sword, not the sword. He felt the powerful and powerful sword intention. Fang Xingzhi did not dare to be careless, and concentrated his spiritual consciousness with all his strength to execute the spell.

"Boom!" Wei Wuming's long sword struck the shackle-like circle of silver light and made a loud thunderous sound.

Wei Wuming's chest froze, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but the circle of silver light only flickered a few times, still trapping him in it, and kept tightening.

"Hmph, just trying to break through my Thousand Illusion Binding Divine Sword is overestimating your own capabilities." Fang Xingzhi said contemptuously.

Although he spoke arrogantly, his face was pale. The Thousand Illusion Binding Divine Sword was very powerful, but the loss of the power of divine consciousness was also too huge. In order to trap Ling Chuxi and the other two, he almost exhausted all his energy.

The power of divine consciousness made my mind feel dizzy.

"Do it!" Teng Song saw that Ling Chuxi and the two were trapped in the shackles. If the shackles were allowed to tighten inward, they might not have a chance to escape, so he immediately attacked Fang Xing.

"Stop them, wait until I take care of these two little guys, and then take care of them slowly." Fang Xingzhi ordered.

Seeing the power of Fang Xingzhi's Thousand Illusion-Binding Divine Sword, the confidence of the members of the Chengdao Alliance greatly increased. Although they lost three masters, they were still stronger than the Teng family on the whole and easily surrounded them.

He Zhengdao also wanted to take action, but before he could recover from the injury he had received from Fang Xingzhi, he was knocked to the ground again by Yan Zhengming as soon as he moved.

"Why bother? It's all death anyway, why not just be happy." Fang Xingzhi looked at Ling Chuxi and Wei Wuming who were trapped under the sword of thousands of illusions and couldn't escape, as well as the Teng family's children who were anxious but had no way to do anything.

He said very pretentiously.

"What have you heard about pretending to be struck by lightning?" Ling Chuxi suddenly asked.

"What?" Fang Xingzhi was stunned.

Suddenly, a problem was discovered. This Xi Chuxi seemed to be a little too calm. She was unmoved by the invisible shackles outside her body. She didn't even try to break the shackles like her followers. She stood there calmly and calmly, with a look on her face.

And with a sarcastic smile.

No, something's wrong!

Fang Xingzhi instinctively realized something was wrong and turned his head away. Unfortunately, it was already too late.

He saw an exquisite little tower suddenly rising into the air from behind him, growing into the wind, turning into a solemn and huge stone tower, and crashing down on his head.

Seeing the pagoda that was smashed down on his head, Fang Xingzhi's mind was at a loss.

To sacrifice a spiritual weapon, it is necessary to use magic arts and vitality fluctuations. However, he clearly saw that Xi Chuling just stood there without moving, not even half of the magic arts, and he did not feel any vitality fluctuations.

.

Even at this moment, when the majestic pagoda flew over his head, he did not feel the unique vitality fluctuations of the method.

A huge shadow enveloped Fang Xingzhi, as if night had fallen. Fang Xingzhi finally came to his senses, and without thinking about how the other party did it, he moved his legs and rushed outside.

Unfortunately, his reaction was still a little slow.

With the loud "boom" sound, the mountains shook and the ground shook. The huge stone tower slammed Fang Xingzhi to the ground. Only two calves were exposed, and he kept twitching and twitching.

"Pretend to beep and get struck by lightning." A wise saying that has been sung since ancient times echoed in his mind again and again.

The worst thing was Yan Zhengming. He never thought that Ling Chuxi, who was shackled by the Thousand Illusion Binding Divine Sword, could actually use spiritual weapons, and she was so silent and unpreventable that she was smashed into pieces without any reaction at all.

After eating the glutinous rice flour, his soul was instantly shattered and he could no longer die.


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