The old man in black robe laughed angrily and said: "Fang Bailan, are you awake or have your brain damaged? You just admit defeat and treat all of us like monkeys? You first ask the brothers behind me,
Do they agree?"
Behind the old man, the monks more than ten miles away on both sides erupted in shouts of "disagree" and "competition".
There were loud noises, one after another, and most of them were just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. A few fifth-level masters kept their identities reserved, and a few fourth-level monks nearby laughed and did not participate.
They had witnessed the power of Fang Bailan's sword with their own eyes, and they still have lingering fears. Moreover, the other three continental alliances had big gestures, and before the situation became uncertain, it was best to protect themselves wisely, as some muddy water could drown people.
You Mengchang, who had been calculating for a while, suddenly sent a message to Zhao Zhuer, who was more than ten miles away.
Fang Bailan put her right hand into her left sleeve, lifted up her sleeve, and said slowly: "There is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you rush in. Why should Fellow Daoist Qiu be so persistent in seeking death!"
The sound is not loud, but it has a strange intimidating effect.
In an instant, the hustle and bustle fell into silence, as if even the air had solidified. The expression of the old man with the goatee became cautious, but he still did not raise his momentum. He drew his sword out of its sheath with a "clang" and stared at the opposite side with his old eyes narrowed.
A woman pulls a sword from the flesh and blood of her arm.
Above the sea, the woman drew her sword and rubbed against the bones, making a rough "chichi" sound that shocked everyone.
It was inexplicably oppressive, as if by the power of God, forcing those with weaker abilities to have dry mouths and unconsciously retreat far away.
Fang Bailan finally pulled out the blood-dropping thin blade. She had enough time to wipe the edge of the sword with her finger, leaving a strange wisp of moisture on the blade. The long dagger reflected the sunlight and turned bright red like blood.
He swung his sword and slashed forward, causing the world to become silent.
Zhao Zhuer, who was wearing a curtain hat, put his hands together and pointed his sword, and slashed forward with the same movement.
The face of a burly man more than thirty miles away changed drastically. His mind and soul were locked by this sword. He roared angrily. His momentum surged in an instant. He no longer cared about hiding his identity. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and there was a vague shadow of a ferocious beast coming from behind.
Appearing behind him, a beast's shadow grasped a huge fuzzy seal and faced the direction of the sword light that roared down from the sky.
While the sword was still gathering momentum, the burly man sprayed three mouthfuls of blood into the air, the evil energy of the blood rising to the sky.
The monks nearby who were watching the excitement felt weak in their legs and feet. They did not expect such a change to happen. They fled in panic one by one. They also understood what was going on. There was no fool who could come here. They scolded the insidious old man Qiu in his heart.
Their heads were covered in blood, and they almost faced the disaster of Chiyu.
"Donkey Day, he really used a puppet as a cover to elicit a sword attack from fellow Taoist Fang. He's so damn insidious. He pretends to be more like an actor. Damn!"
Lu Zijin muttered and cursed.
Even if Old Man You refused to accept it, the old man proposed to admit defeat from the very beginning and deceived Old Man Qiu's hiding place from every detail. I wonder if it was a blind cat that caught a dead mouse and hit it or he guessed it in advance?
Zhang Wenfeng was ten miles away this time, and it was not the first time that he could feel Fang Bailan's heart palpitations up close as he drew his sword. He glanced at Lu Zijin and said, "Well, I'm going to do it without telling him, the boss. I'll wait to put on my shoes later."
Lu Zijin pretended to be innocent and honest in his eyes. I really can’t blame him. It was Old Man You who said that these scheming and dirty tricks will not taint the audience. The audience will be a decent Taoist priest without stains in the future. As long as the results are not
If it’s bad, the viewer won’t be surprised.
You go and settle the score with Mr. You, don't look at me, little donkey, I'm too small to take the blame.
The sword light roared down, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth was pulled and rolled, and the wind and clouds surged, stretching for dozens of miles.
The old man with a goatee, who was in the middle and was suppressed and helpless, bore the brunt of the sword light and exploded into countless pieces of flesh and blood, splashing into the sinking sea.
"Boom", the sea water in the area several miles away sank, violent winds swept across, and countless monks who had no time to escape were bleeding from the mouth and nose, their souls were injured, their eyes turned black and fell to the sea surface, the sword light exploded with too much power,
They were affected. The real Old Monster Qiu looked at the shadow of the beast, Gu Xi, and the several treasures from the bottom of the box that he threw out one after another, and roared: "Go to hell!" He calculated a thousand times.
After all, I didn't expect Fang Bailan to be able to see through his true identity at a glance. What a damn thing.
He had a vague guess that Fang Bailan had also advanced to the sixth level, but he just deliberately concealed it and did not tell anyone. This attack was too powerful, even beyond his full-strength attack with a sixth-level cultivation. It was too damn strong to make sense.
ah.
Before the sword light could reach him, his whole body instantly exploded into a bloody mist.
The sword light was sharp and domineering, and most of the blood mist evaporated without a trace.
Two points of blood suddenly flashed in the air, hitting the chests of the two women who were doing sword-cleaving movements with all their strength.
"Bang" and "bang", flames rose from Zhao Zhuer's body, and a transparent turtle shell rotated to block the blood light that passed through the flames and was weakened to only a thin line. The flames passed by and burned away the blood light.
The huge force hit him from the turtle shell, and Zhao Zhuer flew into the air. The sword he tried with all his strength could not fully exert its residual power. The two people's joint efforts collapsed. Fang Bailan's body was covered with a peach blossom miasma pink, and he rolled back almost at the same time.
Flying back. The sixth-level monk saw the opportunity and struck with all his strength, which was no small matter.
Fortunately, the souls between her and Yishuai have been fused by 30%, and they can exert the power left by Lord Mo Ye far beyond before.
Old Man You's voice came to Lu Zijin's ears, "Come on, cut the grass and root it out, leaving no harm behind."
While Zhao Zhuer and Fang Bailan were being attacked by surprise, Lu Zi evolved into a thunder light and rushed towards the chaotic opposite side like a thunderbolt. Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, with the monster Old Man You around, Old Qiu wanted to use the secret method of blood witch to escape.
There was no way to escape. Zhang Wenfeng and Yang Shuilan rushed forward and stood near the two women who were staggering to steady themselves, to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make a random attack.
A transparent hole was left on Fang Bailan's chest and back, and the blood quickly spread, and was immediately covered by the pink peach blossom miasma on Fang Bailan's body, hiding her whole body.
Zhao Zhuer lifted up her hat veil, revealing a pretty face that looked both angry and happy, and murmured to Yang Shuilan who was protecting her.
"It wasn't big in the first place, but now it's flattened."
Yang Shuilan was stunned for a moment before she understood. She smiled and tapped Nizi, who was still playing around, with her finger, and then asked with concern: "Check quickly, are there no witch curses or hidden injuries?" She was very afraid of the blood witch's methods.
, let alone a sixth-level desperate blow. Zhao Zhuer played with the small turtle shell and glanced at Lu Zijin, who was thirty miles away and was unleashing a powerful thunderstorm.
A treasure was blocked for me."
But Fang Bailan didn't worry even if she was cursed by a witch. Her body was left behind and she didn't care about it.
Zhang Wenfeng pretended not to understand what Junior Sister Zhu'er was saying, and turned around to stare at the scene opposite. Except for the injured monk who fell into the sea, the other fifth- and fourth-level monks had already fled dozens or even hundreds of miles away.
Soon, Lu Zijin returned, holding several items in his hand. A cloud of black mist fell from Lu Zijin's shoulders, transforming into Old Man You.
"Destroy the old man's remaining soul."
"It's done."
Hearing the separate voice transmissions between Lu Zijin and You Mengchang, Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly. He understood what You Lao meant. He would not let him be tainted with this karma. Lu Zijin was enough to clean up the situation.