Fantasy: Traveling To The Exciting World Written By Yourself

"How can it be?!"

After Lu Weijun dodged Fang Yan's knife, he retreated quickly and stared at Fang Yan in disbelief.

Is this really the cultivation level of a second-generation soul?

obviously.

no!

"Are you sanctified in the flesh?!"

In an instant, Lu Weijun suddenly realized that only in this way could all of this be explained reasonably.

"No!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Yan appeared behind Lu Weijun.

"You?! A saint of spiritual power?!"

Lu Weijun fully understood why his people had no history of resistance.

A mental explosion caused all those dragon hunters to lose consciousness and kill them with one strike.

Facing the saint of physical body and saint of spiritual power, under the blessing of dual power, even the Holy King does not dare to look down upon him.

even.

Lu Weijun can be sure that Fang Yan's physical strength is comparable to that of a holy king.

This is the most terrifying thing.

The cultivation of the second-turn Yuan Shen has the physical strength of the Holy King level.

This is so bullying!

Isn’t this really fishing law enforcement?!

"escape!"

In an instant, Lu Jiafeng made a judgment.

Now that Lu Weijun's mental power has been consumed more than half, facing a freak monk like Fang Yan, who is both a physical saint and a spiritual saint, if he doesn't escape now, how long will it take?

"Seven mysterious sword techniques, Wu Xuan Wuji!"

The Qixuan Snow Sword suddenly turned into a 10,000-meter-long sword and slashed at Lu Weijun, who was fleeing thousands of meters away.

I have to say that he is worthy of being a holy king and has absolute judgment.

it is a pity.

Lu Weijun met Fang Yan.

"I will record the revenge of 897!"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Weijun's head was split into two, but his body immediately exploded, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"Blood Escape?!"

Fang Yan understood something immediately.

Although Lu Weijun is an enemy, he is indeed a person.

"Brigitte!"

Before he finished speaking, a picture of the Yellow Spring River appeared.

"receive!"

Everything related to Lu Weijun's flesh and blood within a radius of ten thousand miles was absorbed into the Yellow Spring River Map.

"No?!"

Between heaven and earth, Lu Weijun's screams of grief, anger and regret could be heard.

Greed means death!

Less than a breath.

Heaven and earth have returned to peace.

The Holy King has a powerful ability to regenerate from blood.

Even if a drop of Lu Weijun's blood were allowed to escape, what Fang Yan did this time would become meaningless.

The Saint King's revenge is quite terrifying.

Especially the Holy King hiding in the dark is extremely difficult to guard against.

Lu Weijun did regret it.

Before he died, he realized (chdd) that he had offended a man of great luck.

Otherwise, all this cannot be explained.

Imperial weapon!

The cultivation of a semi-saint means physical sanctification and spiritual sanctification!

Terrifying sword skills!

A semi-saint can cast a holy spell, even a basic one, which is outrageous in itself.

The most critical thing.

Lu Weijun felt a hint of imperial power with the sword that cut off Fang Yan.

This explains the problem very much.

Fang Yan must have the emperor's sword intent in his body.

No matter how decisive Lu Weijun was in escaping, it still wouldn't help.

"Thanks."

Fang Yan saw Bi Ji coming over with a smile and said gratefully.

"I should be the one thanking you."

Brigitte said happily: "This time, I can really return to Tian level.

Before, Biji and Huangquanhetu could unleash the power of the Holy King, but it was not stable enough.

"Yeah?"

Fang Yan is also very happy.

The more powerful Huang Quan He Tu is, the more powerful his trump card is.

You have a trump card in your heart and don’t panic when encountering problems.

"Okay, I'm going to practice."

As soon as she finished speaking, Brigitte disappeared, and the Yellow Springs and Rivers map also disappeared.

"It's time to leave."

Fang Yan left immediately when he saw the endless knife mark that was hundreds of miles long.

really.

Less than ten breaths.

Hundreds of strong men gathered around.

"It seems like a holy king-level battle broke out?"

"It's the Holy King level! Someone seems to have died?"

"Huh? Is this Lu Weijun's breath? He is dead? How is this possible?!"

"Lu Weijun is actually dead? Now the Lu family is in trouble."

"No, I want to get a share of the pie!"

"Wait for me!"

In the blink of an eye, out of hundreds of powerful men, only less than a few people were left.

Once the Saint King of the Lu clan's ancient clan dies, other hidden ancient clans will definitely look at it with eager eyes and want to carve up this saint's family.

"Lu Weijun is dead?!"

Among the crowd, Bing Chenyan looked at the knife mark that was hundreds of miles long, like a ravine with no end in sight, and there was a hint of solemnity between his brows.

He knew that he underestimated Fang Yan.

"Brother Ye Fei is indeed right..."

At this moment, Bingchenyan had to admit that Ye Fei's reminder was right.

This Fang Yan is very weird.

Bingchenyan can be sure that it was definitely not Bing Luojun who took action to kill Lu Weijun.

Bing Luojun followed the path of swordsmanship.

"Holy Son, should we get rid of Fang Yan first to avoid future troubles?"

A man came up from behind.

obviously.

He was worried that uncertain factors like Fang Yan would destroy their plan to seize the origin of life.

"Holy Son, if Fang Yan also comes for the origin of life..."

Having said this, the man stopped talking.

"It's out of the way."

Bingchenyan was still very confident and said: "We will deal with the origin of life first." After a pause, "As for Fang Yan, let him live a little longer, not less than a few days."

"yes!"

On a big river.

Cangyun is swimming in the clear river water.

Water still makes Cangyun feel extremely friendly.

Fang Yan washed the blood off his body and came to the rocks on the shore.

Bing Luojun sat on the stone, thinking about something.

Although she entered the Pagoda, Qi Ling Fuchen had a special relationship with her, so she could see everything that happened outside the Pagoda, including the conversation between Fang Yan and Lu Weijun

"Afraid I'll kill the Holy Son?"

Fang Yan knew what Bing Luojun was worried about.

If the Holy Son of the Ice Spirit Clan dies, it will really break the news.

At least, the Bingchen royal family will never let Fang Yan go.

Among the Bingling clan, the royal clan is equivalent to the human imperial clan.

The three major royal families of the Bingling Clan have all stepped out of the Great Emperor's clan and have such an unbreakable status today.

"Are you sure you want to kill him?"

Bing Luojun still knows Fang Yan's character traits very well.

Fang Yan just smiled.

"Okay, but you promise me to let me give you the final blow.

Bing Luojun said seriously, leaving no room for doubt.

Fang Yan killed Bingchenyan, and Bingluojun killed Bingchenyan, those are two completely different results.

"This silly woman......"

Fang Yan looked at the silent Bing Luojun with a serious look on his face, and couldn't help but smile in his heart, saying, "Killing him doesn't necessarily require me to do it myself."

"Um?"

Bing Luojun couldn't help but be startled.

This is said to be true, but it is very difficult to operate.

Bingchenyan is not an idiot.

The most critical thing.

Bingchenyan must have a holy weapon on his body, and it is a supreme holy weapon, second only to the emperor's body.

Fang Yan really wanted to kill Bingchenyan, even if he did it himself, he might not be able to do it.

The Underworld Thunder Sword is very powerful, but Bing Luojun has already seen that it is the incarnation of the Underworld Thunder Sword, not its true body. Facing the Supreme Sacred Artifact, it may not necessarily have much advantage.

"Don't worry, I promise you, Bingchenyan's death has absolutely nothing to do with me, how about that?"

Fang Yan jumped on the stone, sat next to Bing Luojun, and hugged her smoothly.

Bing Luojun twisted a few symbolically, then snuggled into Fang Yan's arms and said softly: "You said it, don't let me become a widow then.