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Chapter 82 Strange Strength!

Fang Yu turned around and reached out to grab the blade.

In front of him was a dark, thin young man with a fierce look in his eyes.

He turned the blade hard, trying to hurt Fang Yu's hand with the blade.

"Crack!"

Fang Yu squeezed his hand hard, and the blade was crushed directly!

Surprise flashed in the dark and thin man's eyes, and his left hand touched the back of his waist, as if he wanted to take out something.

Fang Yu reached out and grabbed his left hand, preventing him from taking out the things.

"You want to kill as soon as you come up? I have no enmity with you. Why bother?" Fang Yu said.

The thin black man gritted his teeth and tried his best to break free from Fang Yu's hand, but he couldn't move at all.

At this time, he suddenly spoke, reciting some obscure formulas.

"Click..."

The rock wall behind him made a sound.

Fang Yu's eyes changed slightly. He turned around and saw that the mask hanging on the rock wall was shaking violently.

"bass!"

Then, the mask broke away from the rock wall and flew towards Fang Yu's location!

While Fang Yu was distracted, the thin black man roared angrily and took a step to the side.

That mask flew directly to the thin black man's face, covering his face!

The eyes on the mask immediately glowed with black light!

And the dark and thin man also burst out with a strong momentum!

"What kind of magic is this? Using the power of corpses?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows, finding it very interesting.

After putting on the mask, the thin dark man seemed to be several inches larger in stature, and punched Fang Yu in the head!

Fang Yu raised his left hand to block the punch.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise and Fang Yu took a step back.

After putting on the mask, the dark and thin man was much stronger than Fang Yu imagined.

The curiosity in Fang Yu's eyes became even stronger.

What kind of magical magic is this?

The thin, dark man was originally just a monk at the eighth level of the Qi Refining Stage, but after putting on the mask, his aura and strength became several times stronger.

The dark and thin man at this time is probably stronger than the martial arts master!

The thin black man took a step forward, a burst of black light flashed from his right fist, and he punched Fang Yu again.

Fang Yu dodged the punch.

"Boom!"

A big hole was directly blasted out of the rock wall behind Fang Yu!

Fang Yu ducked behind the thin black man and kicked him in the back.

The thin black man reacted very quickly, turned around and faced him with a palm!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the thin black man flew backwards several meters away. He quickly stabilized his body.

Fang Yu's eyes were full of surprise.

The thin, dark man behind the mask is too strong.

He used at least 20% of his strength in that kick just now, but the thin black man actually resisted it with his palm and was not injured!

The thin black man stood there, looked at Fang Yu, and said, "Who are you?"

His voice was strange, deep and muddy, sounding like a corpse in a coffin.

"You should have asked this question before taking action. What's the point of asking now? You already want to kill me." Fang Yu said calmly.

The thin black man didn't speak anymore. The mask on his face suddenly gave off a strong black light in his eyes!

Fang Yu felt that his brain suddenly went blank and he instantly lost the ability to think.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thin black man rushed towards Fang Yu, his right fist glowed with black light, and he punched Fang Yu in the chest.

"boom!"

Fang Yu suffered a heavy blow, and his body flew out of the cliff, fell down, and disappeared.

The thin, dark man walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the clouds below, and let out a harsh laugh.

"This mask can actually control the mind...I really underestimated it."

At this time, Fang Yu's voice suddenly came from behind the thin black man.

How can this be?

Didn't he fall?

The thin black man's laughter stopped and he immediately turned around and saw Fang Yu standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

Fang Yu had clearly been hit hard by him just now, but why did he seem to be fine at all!?

"Actually, your weakness is very obvious, do you know?" Fang Yu said.

The thin, dark man took a step back and punched Fang Yu again.

Fang Yu turned his head to the side and easily dodged the punch from the thin black man.

Then, he punched the thin black man's mask.

"Crack!"

This mask made of stone broke instantly, revealing the extremely frightened face of the thin black man.

"Look, haven't you become a waste again now?" Fang Yu said with a cold smile on his face.

"You, what are you..." The thin black man looked at Fang Yu, sweat dripping from his forehead. He was extremely frightened in his heart.

Fang Yu didn't say anything and kicked the thin black man in the knee.

"Crack!"

The thin black man let out a scream, took a step back, lost his center of gravity, and fell straight off the cliff.

Behind him is a cliff of more than 3,000 meters!

But just when he was about to fall, Fang Yu stepped on his palm.

The body of a thin, dark man was hanging on a cliff more than 3,000 meters high.

"Tell me, which sect are you an evil cultivator?" Fang Yu asked.

The thin, dark man was extremely frightened and said tremblingly: "I am not an evil cultivator, I am a member of the Xuanming Clan."

Xuanming clan?

Fang Yu frowned slightly. He had never heard of this ethnic group.

But the altar set up by the thin black man and the magic he used were obviously inseparable from witchcraft.

"If you kill me, our tribe will definitely find you and avenge me!" The thin black man looked at Fang Yu and said loudly.

"You were the one who killed me first, you figured it out." Fang Yu said calmly.

The thin, dark man looked at Fang Yu's expression and knew that Fang Yu would not let him go.

So he bit the tip of his tongue, wiped the blood on his eyelids with his left hand, and recited the incantation.

"Elders, watch out, this is the man who killed me! You must avenge me!" The thin black man opened his eyes, stared at Fang Yu's face, and said.

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

"Hahaha... soon everyone in my clan will know that you killed me! They will find you, they will definitely find you!" the thin black man laughed wildly.

"If I pull you up now, can you still save it?" Fang Yu suddenly asked.

The skinny dark man's face changed slightly, and he immediately said: "Of course, as long as you let me live, I promise not to pursue this matter again."

He said this, but the dark and thin man was extremely bitter in his heart.

That grimace mask is something that every adult member of the Xuanming Clan must make.

The mask of the thin black man took several years to make. The raw material was the corpse of a monk in the alchemy stage who died thousands of years ago.

In order to obtain the corpse, the thin black man spent a lot of money and energy.

But now, the carefully crafted mask was blown apart by Fang Yu's punch.

The black and thin man suffered such heavy losses, how could he let Fang Yu go so easily?

"You are not sincere enough." Fang Yu said with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"You..." The thin black man's eyes were wide open and he was about to speak.

Fang Yu loosened his foot.

"ah……"

The screams of the thin black man echoed through the sky.

Fang Yu had no expression on his face, turned around and walked back to the table.

Only then did he realize that the two bowls had exploded and all the candles on the table had been extinguished.

"The Xuanming clan... is a bit interesting." Fang Yu thought with his eyes flashing.



Southwest region, a remote mountainous area.

An old man was kneeling on the mat with his eyes closed.

In front of him was a wall with a grimace mask similar to the one Fang Yu had seen hanging on it.

The old man looked peaceful and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.

But suddenly, his expression changed, he opened his eyes, and there was a black light in his eyes.

He saw a picture.

In the picture, there is an indifferent face of a young man.

"Elders, watch out, this is the person who killed me! You must avenge me!"

It's Ah Jiu!

The old man stood up awkwardly, his face extremely ugly.

The black light in his eyes quickly dissipated, and the scene ended abruptly.

The old man's expression changed, and he quickly walked out of the thatched cottage.

At this time, people were also coming out of several thatched cottages around.

"Have you all seen it?" the old man said solemnly.

"Chief, we saw that Ah Jiu was..." The elders around him all looked ugly.

"Lao Jiu's soul-borrowing altar is built in the Tianji Mountains. You should immediately send people to investigate there. Find the young man in the picture and get all his information! We must avenge Ah Jiu!

"The patriarch's eyes were sharp and he said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" All the elders nodded.


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