Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Shushan, Jianshuzong.

Chao Xiaojian stood on the top of the mountain, his open-chested clothes fluttering in the wind.

A sword full of cracks was slung around his waist, and he looked into the distance, with a dignified look between his brows.

While drinking, he looked at the void, as if he wanted to see through the distance of time and space, and through the barriers of the world.

"The battle for the pagoda is a battle between the sea of ​​Buddhas and the world of demons..."

"I don't know, what's the result now."

"That kid Fang Lang got involved, I don't know if he can change the ending."

Zhao Xiaojian sighed.

Fang Lang was taken by Master Ciyue to watch the sea of ​​Buddha and participated in the battle for the pagoda, of course he knew about it.

However, how could Chao Xiaojian, as the current person in charge of Jianshu Sect, not know about the pagoda dispute?

He is also very clear about the difficulty of the stupa battle.

After all, in these years, Guanfohai has often invited some talented Tianjiao to participate in the battle for the stupa in order to win or lose the battle for the stupa.

"It's a pity that Fang Lang's cultivation is only at the fourth-rank level... In the battle for the pagoda, it should not have much effect."

"I can't help it. Among the genius monsters below the fourth rank this year, only An Fan can barely make up the number, but this An Fan happened to be in Linjiang City and was released to be slaughtered."

Chao Xiaojian took a sip of wine and couldn't help smiling.

He was laughing at Fang Lang's bad temper, just like the senior sister in charge.

"Forget it, I don't bother to care about the outcome of the battle for the pagoda. Now, Zhao Taifeng of the Daoist sect wakes up and comes out, and the third prince Li Liancheng gathers in Mount Asiluo of Xisai, launching a mutiny... Great Tang, it's not peaceful gone."

Chao Xiaojian's eyes were extremely deep.

In fact, with Chao Xiaojian's sense of smell, he also noticed some weirdness of the court.

Moreover, he could feel this strangeness, which seemed to have a lot to do with his missing senior sister.

Perhaps, from the moment Fang Lang pulled out the Lotus Sword, the vortex that swept the entire Tang Dynasty had already begun to slowly turn.

The first prince, the third prince's repeated temptations.

The turmoil that has swept through Chang'an time and time again is a disguised explanation of what unknown changes may have taken place in the depths of the Chang'an imperial city.

Chao Xiaojian drank the wine, put his fingers on the handle of the sword, and tapped it lightly, watching the sea of ​​clouds turbulent, and calmed down his thoughts.

In the following days, he will not go anywhere.

He will only stay in Jianshu Sect.

The turmoil was sweeping, and Xuanyuan Taihua was the suzerain of Jianshu Sect.

Under this turmoil, Jianshu Sect will definitely not be able to stay out of it.

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Cisse.

Asi Luoshan stared at the incomparably huge portal of the Yaoque, expressionless.

His hair was flying, and on top of his burly body, tyrannical energy and blood were constantly stirring.

After a long time, he walked into the Yao Que.

same day.

A Siluoshan walked out of the Yaoque, and he crossed the void himself, going to one place after another, the barracks of the foreign generals stationed there.

The military camp thousands of miles away from Xisai.

A burly aura emerged above the sea of ​​clouds, and the tyrannical blood was like flowing fire covering the sky and the sun.

In the barracks, the army was in an uproar.

Song Xianzhi walked out wearing a silver armor and white cloak, looking up.

His handsome face was full of deep eyes.

"A Siluoshan...has this day finally come?"

Song Xianzhi sighed.

"But, I'm different from you..."

Song Xianzhi soared into the air in one step, and the white cloak bloomed in the air like a white rose.

On the sea of ​​clouds, Song Xianzhi and Asilao Mountain stood facing each other, one was as tall as a mountain, and the other was elegant and handsome.

Outsiders cannot hear the conversation between the two.

But the generals in the barracks looked up one after another, their hearts seemed to be weighed down by a heavy mountain.

After a long time, the clouds exploded, and the terrifying energy and blood gathered to form a phantom like a demon god.

But A Si Luoshan glared angrily.

"You reject me?!"

"With you and I working together, all these mountains and rivers are in the palm of your hand!"

A Si Luoshan said in a deep voice.

Below, everyone is silent.

Song Xianzhi still sighed, but in the end, it was too much to say.

Asi Luoshan turned and left, turning into flowing fire, tearing apart the sky.

On this day, with great cultivation, Asi Luoshan crossed the void continuously, turned around military camps in various places, and hooked up with many generals of foreign races.

A Siluoshan, Song Xianzhi, and Geshu Taihang, these are the three generals of different races who are like a tripod in the Tang Dynasty.

When everyone thought that the three tigers would join forces to attack Tang.

Unexpectedly, neither Song Xianzhi nor Ge Shu Taixing agreed to A Siluoshan's mutiny.

But nonetheless.

Asi Luoshan was a well-known master, supported the third prince, and conquered all the way, which has already stirred up the Tang Dynasty, and the flames are everywhere.

Moreover, in the army of Mount Asiluo, there are many strong men from various sects gathered in it, just like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, the scale of this army of defeating Tang is getting bigger and bigger!

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Of course, Fang Lang, who was at the critical moment of the stupa battle, knew nothing about all this.

Even if you know it, you won't care too much.

After all, Fang Lang didn't think that with his own power, he could change this mutiny against the Tang Dynasty.

Above the vast sea.

There was a dead silence.

Only the waves are undulating, and the sound of the waves beating. No one would have thought that Bai Ling, the saint of the monster clan, who is talented and evil, and who is rumored to have a talent close to the most sacred bone, would actually lose in Fang Lang's hands!

Neither Guanfohai nor the powerful monster can guess.

The demon world was silent, with a serious face, and Bai Ling, the saint of the demon clan, was their trump card, with the idea of ​​sweeping Guanfohai's young generation.

As a result, the second round was swept away!

Bai Ling, the saintess of the demon clan, returned, with her head bowed, a little bit of embarrassment on her delicate face.

After all, this battle for the pagoda was very important, but she still lost.

However, even though he was defeated, Bai Ling, the saintess of the demon clan, did not feel much resentment or disappointment in her heart, and even felt a little satisfied.

After fighting Fang Lang, she actually felt a different kind of satisfaction.

Like meeting a confidant in wine, the battle was hearty, at least, she showed her own demeanor and showed what she had learned.

Although it was a defeat, it was also an upright defeat.

Even, she has gained a lot of insight and knowledge in the communication with Fang Lang.

So satisfying.

There was a faint smile on Bai Ling's delicate face.

"The next round... I'll go."

Chi Yun, the son of the demon clan, said.

He glanced at Bai Ling, and said, "Bai Ling, you must have the belief that you must win in battle. You fought with Fang Lang, but you had a good conversation, and it turned into a discussion of practice theory, which weakened you If you have the will to fight, you will lose."

"If it were me, I would never make this mistake."

After the devil Chi Yun finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and then they looked far away and fell on Fang Lang who was standing on the undulating sea.

Being able to defeat Bai Ling, the holy maiden of the monster clan, shows that this child's strength is indeed not to be underestimated.

However, this just aroused a sense of victory in Chi Yun's heart.

Coincidentally, Chi Yun also felt that there was a desire in his heart to confront Fang Lang and compete.

This desire came out of nowhere, and it was rare for Chi Yun to be a little excited about meeting Fang Lang, which had never happened before.

Among his peers, even if he was fighting Bai Ling, Chi Yun would not have such excitement.

This son... is a bit weird!

The strong man in the world of monsters glanced at the demon Chi Yun, but didn't say anything.

"Since His Royal Highness Mozi wants to make a move, it is naturally the best. His Highness will definitely win if he makes a move!"

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden must have fought fiercely with that Buddhist disciple of Guanfohai for too long and consumed a lot of energy, so she gave this son a chance."

The strong man of the Yaozu said.

The attack of the Mozu Mozi can be regarded as a moment of reassurance for them.

Bai Ling, the saint of the demon tribe, couldn't help but rolled her eyes when she heard the words, but she didn't explain anything.

In the battle with Fahe, in fact, Bai Ling didn't consume much. She lost to Fang Lang, and she was convinced of her defeat.

Of course, Bai Ling, the saint of the demon clan, was also curious whether Chi Yun could win Fang Lang.

Therefore, she waited and watched with great interest, the devil Chi Yun who stepped out of the back of the giant tortoise and stepped into the vast sea.

the other side.

On the side of Guanfohai, it was caught in a party of jubilation.

Won!

Fang Lang actually defeated the demon saint!

Even Master Ciyue finds it weird and inexplicable. After all, in Ciyue's view, there is still a gap between Fang Lang and the monster saint in terms of strength.

However, Fang Lang turned the world around with a hearty victory!

Master Ciyue knew very well that what Fang Lang said, that Fajue was a trump card, was all bullshit.

If Fang Lang loses, then there is really no hope for this stupa battle.

However, Fang Lang actually won the demon saint.

A satisfied smile appeared on Master Ciyue's face, Guan Buddha Sea...has not been defeated yet!

Fang Lang, he can still fight!

Monk Fajue on one side, his expression became incomparably solemn.

He was gearing up, taking deep breaths and exhaling from time to time.

"stressed!"

"Fang benefactor wins the next game first, and the next one is to face the devil of the demon race. The devil of the demon race is not weaker than the existence of the saint of the demon race. Even if he wins, it must be a miserable victory, but there is a greater probability of defeat. "

"However, even if the benefactor Fang is defeated, he will try his best to consume the demons and create opportunities for me to win the demons!"

"It's really stressful! Fang Shizhu is right, I really have the hole card! The last hole card to play is to bear the pressure that others can't bear!"

Monk Fajue made an analysis, and the more he analyzed, the heavier the responsibility on his shoulders became.

Master Ciyue at the side, hearing Fajue's muttering, couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Monk Fajue looked at Master Ciyue's face, as if he saw the deep anticipation and expectations in Master Ciyue's eyes.

"Master, I will work hard!"

Master Ciyue smiled gently: "Just as long as you are happy."

Then, Master Ciyue's eyes turned to the vast sea.

There, the water waves are sweeping, and the storm will rise.

...

Fang Lang stood on the sea, dressed in white, with a sword box on his back, with a sword hidden in the box, as chic as a school of swordsmen.

The devil, Chi Yun, came riding the waves, the black armor on his body shattered the blowing sea wind.

Above the vast sea, it seems that a solid road has been opened up, leading directly to the feet of the devil Chi Yun, as if there is a black demonic energy stirring, like a black tiger, above the vast sea, roaring the sea and sky.

Fang Lang held the hilt of the obsidian sword in the box, and slowly pulled it out. The clear sound of the sword's groan seemed to cut the eardrum.

Fang Lang's heart shook slightly, and he was also a little dignified.

Chi Yun, the demon son of the demon clan, majored in the physical body. He was invincible physically, with unparalleled qi and blood. He was even more difficult to deal with than Bai Ling, the saint of the demon clan.

Because, the combat power of the devil Chi Yun might be even more terrifying.

Time seems to be frozen, and the huge waves are no longer rolling.

The devil, Chi Yun, walked in front of Fang Lang, facing Fang Lang, raised his hand, and clasped his fists.

"Demon Chi Yun, please advise."

Quite polite, but not too overbearing.

Fang Lang also cupped his fists: "Look at the sea of ​​Buddha, Fang Lang."

Now that Fang Lang represents Guanfohai to participate in this stupa battle, it is naturally the name of Guanfohai.

"Being able to defeat Bai Ling, you are indeed a bit weird. Even, your energy and cultivation are constantly rising in the battle. It is indeed... a little scary, and you do have a monstrous appearance."

"I will do my best in this battle."

Demon son Chi Yun said.

"I'll do my best, too."

Fang Lang held the Obsidian sword, squeezed the sword fingers, and wiped the void.

Let's start with Jianlei!

With a howl, the Guiyuan sword rushed out of the sword box, whistling the sword, and crashed into the clouds, countless thunder snakes swallowed and entwined around the sword, like a poisonous snake staring at the opponent outside the universe, spitting out a letter !

With Fang Lang's current spirituality, the sword and thunder he uses cannot be underestimated. Among the same rank, anyone who underestimates them will be killed by thunder!

Will pay for it!

Chi Yun's eyes froze, countless red lights glowed behind him, his blood was surging, and his body began to swell, becoming incomparably huge.

He clenched his fist, as fierce as a blood tiger!

Fang Lang held the Obsidian Sword, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and excitement.

Then, the active ability of the system was used, and the bonded objects were superimposed!

The breath on his body is rising steadily.

Although the spirit was consumed, Fang Lang urged Ni Wen's blood talent, and quickly recovered the spirit.

This time, he focused on the fetters of the devil.

The qi and blood on his body also began to become stronger and more terrifying!

The sea is restless.

"war!"

The devil Chi Yun frowned, and Yingwei's incomparable body suddenly turned into a blood light.

Like a tiger galloping across the sea!

boom!

The strong wind was oppressive, and in an instant, the devil Chi Yun appeared in front of Fang Lang, raised his fist and smashed it down!

There was a loud bang!

Fang Lang actually put the sword back into the box, folded his arms to form a cross, and resisted the punch!

In an instant, the surface of the sea under Fang Lang's feet was directly sunken, like an upside-down bowl!

The white robe on Fang Lang's body was instantly torn apart by the thousands of winds that erupted from the devil's body, revealing a strong fleshy body, which flew across the sea.

Pull out a tumbling straight white wave!

For a long time!

Fang Lang stabilized his figure. On his face, neither joy nor sorrow, he clenched his fists with both hands and pushed them out horizontally.

"Fight again!"

Afterwards, stepping down with one step, the energy and blood on his body rose one after another!

The devil Chi Yun tilted his head, and was in a trance for a moment. He seemed to see his own shadow in Fang Lang's body!

However, he quickly shook his head to shake off this feeling!

To fight, you must have the belief that you must win, this son is not as good as him!

Moreover, Fang Lang won Bai Ling before, because he kept talking and communicating during the battle.

This weakened Bai Ling's idea of ​​winning and losing, which led to Bai Ling's defeat.

He, Chi Yun, would never talk or exchange martial arts with Fang Lang during the battle!

Absolutely not!

The devil Chi Yun kicked down with one step, and opened his mouth with a long roar, the demon energy, blood energy, rolled into a blood tiger, and flew out above the vast sea.

Fang Lang didn't hide or evade, his eyes flickered, his martial arts cultivation base was only third rank now, but after superimposing Chi Yun's strength, at this moment, he was able to appreciate some martial arts fighting skills and so on during the battle.

Boom!

The two did not hide or evade, they collided with each other!

It was evenly matched, evenly matched!

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the vast sea. Although each other endured most of the collision force of the confrontation, the spreading aftermath and the suppressed and raging thunder on the sky, tore apart the heavy clouds and exploded on the sea.

Like a gathering of dragons and tigers, the thunder dragon and the blood tiger are full of magic!

This battle was very intense and dazzling!

Looking at the sea of ​​Buddha, Fahe and Fajue monks looked at it with shining eyes and surging hearts.

Especially the monk Fahe and the martial monk who watched the sea of ​​Buddha, what he cultivated was his physique, and what he cultivated was his qi and blood, but he never thought that Fang Lang would have made such achievements in the same way of qi and blood.

This son... is simply a monster!

On the other side, the strong men in the world of monsters have different expressions, and Bai Ling, the saint of the monster clan, is even more surprised!

Watching this battle, her heart was surging!

An hour!

Two hours!

The scorching sun fades, and the bright moon rises!

The two are still fighting, still colliding, fierce and dazzling!

boom!

The two punched each other for an unknown number of times.

The armor covering Chi Yun's body began to be covered with cracks.

But the aura on Fang Lang's body is getting stronger and stronger, his eyes are like torches, like fire, like the rising sun!

The two fell separately, and the sea water was pulled out like white waves like a dragon.

Fang Lang stood there, panting slightly, his chest was bullied, with a warm smile on his face, sweating profusely, and said: "As expected of a demon from the devil clan, with unparalleled physique, all kinds of blood and blood warfare methods really hit my heart directly!"

"However, I'm a little confused about the way of qi and blood. I don't know... Brother Chi Yun, can you give me some pointers?!"

Fang Lang said with a smile.

As soon as the words came out.

Chi Yun frowned.

In the distance, the corner of Bai Ling's mouth raised, "Here we come!"

here we go again!

This familiar feeling communicates in battle!

Chi Yun's eyes froze, and instead of responding to Fang Lang, he clenched his fists, and instantly his blood turned into a tiger, and he swooped out again!

In battle, you must have the belief that you will win, and don't be affected by Fang Lang's martial arts exchange problem!

This son is affecting his belief in fighting and wants to destroy his fighting spirit!

Don't get caught up!

Boom!

Fang Lang had no choice but to fight again with Chi Yun, the demon son of the demon clan. The wind and thunder rolled, and the vast sea floated and sank!

However, Fang Lang gritted his teeth.

"System, use the enchant card!"

"The object of enchantment, Chi Yun!"

Enchanted card for one use.

Behind Fang Lang, a phantom seemed to appear, and he shot at the same time as Fang Lang.

The devil Chi Yun who was confronting Fang Lang couldn't help shrinking his eyes!

Because, he discovered that this phantom actually resembled him seven to eight times!

Also, during the confrontation with Fang Lang, Chi Yun discovered some of his own martial arts!

Blood Tiger Roaring Skill!

Demon Fist!

Demon Master Sky Splitting Fist!

Big Devil Sky Strike!

Even... His demonic boxing skills!

There are many of them, all of which are the tactics and divine will that he, Chi Yun, has only comprehended and comprehended after years of painstaking training!

"impossible!"

Chi Yun's face has changed drastically, and Fang Lang is no more than a mere human race, so how could he understand his fist!

Even, Chi Yun's heart suddenly surged with thoughts, if he could communicate with Fang Lang well, maybe his fisting intentions could be improved to a higher level!

"No! Don't follow his routine, he wants to destroy my fighting spirit!"

"Don't communicate with him! Everything is fake!"

"He's just a human race, he knows how to fight the demon clan!"

Chi Yun, the devil son of the demon clan, gritted his teeth and kept warning himself!

However, Fang Lang smiled warmly, and kept asking questions during the confrontation.

It seems to be scratching its head and posing, as if waving and shouting, come, come, come...

finally.

The Mozu Mozi still couldn't help the curiosity in his heart. After fighting with a punch, the two slid backwards on the sea surface and faced each other from a distance.

Fang Lang looked as usual, and once again expressed his doubts about Demon God Fist, which just hit Chi Yun's heart.

"Fart! The understanding of Demon God Fist is not like yours!"

Chi Yun said.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Oh, what's your opinion, brother Chi Yun?"

Chi Yun, the demon son of the demon clan, clenched his fist and spoke slowly, expressing his understanding of the Demon God Fist. Fang Lang also spoke at the right time, adding his own understanding of this fist. The conversation between the two became more and more exciting. Finally, Fight together again, vent your understanding with boxing, and communicate with boxing!

While fighting, they also talked and exchanged ideas with each other!

In the distance, Bai Ling, the saint of the demon tribe, could not help showing a hint of disgust on her delicate face when she saw this.

But at this moment, the previous persistence of the devil Chi Yun has already been thrown behind the scenes.

At this moment, Chi Yun only felt.

Fighting with Fang Lang, communicating with Fang Lang, still happy, so hi!

It was...inexplicably...so comfortable!

There is a faint feeling of... sympathy!