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"this……"

Seeing Fang Xing actually beating Lian Laogui, Shi Wanwan couldn't believe it.

Her master is the veteran Jiedan Master!

When did he become the equal of a swordsman?

Are all the true successors of the Yuanying sect so tyrannical?

"die!"

On the battlefield, Fang Xing controlled the rotten iron sword and split the dark claw magic weapon into two.

Then, like a meteor, the rotten iron sword pierced Old Ghost Lian.

The momentum was so great that even the old ghost wearing the Ten Thousand Beast Armor had the intention of temporarily avoiding the sharp attack.

‘This time… I have to at least kill Lian Laogui to be considered qualified for this trip. ’

'Lian Gui is probably involved in the devil's ways. He can always force something out of him during life and death...'

‘If the guess is wrong and the demonic monks sit back and watch Lian Laogui die...then he can just make the mistake and let the sect annex the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect directly. ’

Fang Xing's finger sword techniques changed continuously.

The sword energy roared and the sword steel shone, constantly entangled with the armor of beasts.

suddenly!

Lian Laogui snorted coldly, and the third-level giant snake under his seat suddenly flicked its tail!

Snap!

The terrifying force fell on the rotten iron sword, and it actually knocked the flying sword away.

Then, a cloud of purple-black poisonous mist was sprayed out from the giant snake's mouth, and even the air seemed to be corroded wherever it passed, wrapping the rotten iron sword.

Fang Xing's expression changed and he recalled the flying sword.

I saw that the rotten iron sword was as clean as new without any damage.

"The third-level poison can also pollute the consciousness..."

However, Fang Xing's own spiritual consciousness was weak, and when faced with the giant snake's third-level poison, he was immediately at a loss.

Lian Laogui's expression became much more serious, with a hint of regret.

It seems that the anger before was just acting.

This kind of elixir-forming old ghost has been living for hundreds of years, and the city is unfathomable: "It's a pity... I originally wanted to use you to fish out the hidden people of Tianjian Sect, but it seems that you, a true swordsman, are not that important. ...Forget it, I’ll just kill you first.”

"Just in time... let you see the secret technique that I finally mastered after many days of seclusion!"

While speaking, Lian Laogui made a hand seal, and a layer of strange bloody flames appeared around his body.

"Hiss!"

Originally wrapped around his arm, the horned snake with a legless body and two horns, and the dragon's blood was extremely hissing, and was grabbed by Lian Laogui, turned into a red blood ball, and pressed into the lower body. On top of the third-order giant snake's head.

"Ho ho ho!"

With this help, the third-level giant snake suddenly let out a roar and rolled on the spot. The snake skin on its body tore, and a green...dragon flew out from it? !

This dragon is three feet long, with four claws on its belly and a single horn on its head.

A terrifying demon king aura that far surpassed the previous giant snake, then overflowed!

As soon as the green dragon was born, the sky was filled with dark clouds, as if it had the gift of making wind and rain.

It flew up to the sky with its head and tail swaying, and suddenly a blue thunderbolt fell and struck in the void.

The two fake alchemy monks who were originally relying on the small flags to hide their figures secretly screamed, but they were shocked out of the void by Qing Lei, and each sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

"What kind of secret technique is this?"

Master Ziyuan looked at the dragon whose aura was already approaching the third-order mid-level monster, with a look of despair on his face.

The gap between third-level demon kings can be as high as heaven and earth.

Among monsters of the same level, their strength is mainly determined by the quality of their bloodline.

There is no doubt that a third-level giant snake is definitely not as powerful as a third-level dragon!

The true strength of this third-level mid-level dragon may even be comparable to that of a late-stage pill-forming monk from the human race!

"A good secret technique... It seems that the dragon bloodline of the horned awn snake makes up for the shortcomings of the giant snake... However, this secret technique may have a duration and cannot be like this forever? And... for the horned awn snake, The dragon's bloodline will definitely be seriously damaged."

Fang Xing paid no attention to the appearance of Master Zi Yuan, and just looked at Lian Laogui with a chuckle.

"Even if this secret technique of 'bloodline fusion' lasts only for a limited time, it is enough to kill you."

Lian Laogui's face turned ferocious in an instant, and the green dragon immediately let out a dragon roar, and thunder rays crashed down!

"Come!"

Fang Xing waved, and the third-order puppet immediately stood in front of him, holding up the hemispherical cyan shield with both hands.

Master Ziyuan and Master Yuanwei were in a worse situation. After two lightning strikes, they turned into ashes on the spot, with only two prototypes of magic weapons left behind.

A third-level mid-level dragon can kill fake alchemy monks at will!

Even monks who are in the early stage of forming pills are afraid that they will die under the claws of the dragon, such as the unlucky guy from Qingxuan Sect.

"Hmph, I don't know what the so-called casual cultivator is! How dare you get involved in such a big thing..."

Lian Laogui was suspended in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back.

He now has Ten Thousand Beast Armor for defense and a third-level green dragon for attack. He can defeat even a mid-stage pill-forming monk.

Naturally, he would not take a mere true sword in his eyes.

"Now...it's your turn!"

Lian Laogui looked at Fang Xing with killing intent in his eyes.

‘Sure enough, he and I both intend to use each other as bait to gain an advantage for the people behind us? ’

Fang Xing's eyes flashed.

He immediately stopped hesitating, and really fired up, and the iron sword drew an elegant arc in mid-air.

call out!

The astonishing sword light lit up, and this sword actually cut off the cyan thunderbolt. According to the guidance of the unknown, it landed on the neck of the green dragon, on an inverse scale.

Hoho!

The dragon cried blood and fell from mid-air.

"What? A heavy blow to the green dragon with a sword? This... this is... Sword Intention Tianxin?!"

When Lian Laogui saw this scene, he screamed strangely and hurriedly retreated, trying to retreat into the gate of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Before.

He and the three fake elixirs all took pride in their identities, walked out of the formation, and fought with Fang Xing.

When encountering a life and death crisis at this time, he immediately wanted to return to the mountain gate and obtain the protection of the formation.

Qingxuan Sect has a third-level mountain protection formation.

The Ten Thousand Beast Sect's formations will only become more sophisticated, ranking at the top level of the third level.

Even if Fang Xing masters the sword intention and has the best combat power among the pill-forming monks, he will still be absolutely difficult to break through!

"Isn't it too late to leave now?"

Fang Xingren's swords merged into one, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

The sword energy of Da Zi Xuan Jin, the speed of sword escape is the best among sword practitioners, which is naturally no small matter.

Fang Xing was the last to catch up with Lian Laogui and slashed out with his sword.

After condensing the heart of the sword, you can not only use the sword's will, but also detect the enemy's weaknesses, follow a specific sword path, and use your strongest edge to cut to the enemy's vital points. This is the way to defeat the strong with the weak, and be defeated. It's called 'Sword Intention Tianxin'!

The third-order green dragon just now was struck in the reverse scale like this, and was almost killed by one blow.

This is of course because Fang Xing has not yet condensed the sword core, and the sword heart is not yet perfect.

Otherwise, the sword intention is a nearly third-level invincible method. With just one strike of the sword, that green dragon will definitely die!

At this time, Fang Xing stabbed with his sword and landed on the Ten Thousand Beasts Armor, which actually made the middle-grade magic weapon scream, and cracks appeared on the surface of the white bone armor.

At the same time, a sword intent ignored the defense of Ten Thousand Beasts Armor and cut directly into the Sea of ​​Lian Lao Gui's consciousness, intending to kill this man's soul with one sword!

"Huh? He's not dead? There is a treasure specifically designed to protect the soul?"

After Fang Xing struck the sword, he saw that Lian Laogui only looked confused and did not fall to the ground dead, so he couldn't help but chuckle: "Again!"

"No, rescue Master quickly!"

Inside the gate of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, when Shi Wanwan saw this scene, she immediately bit her teeth secretly and rushed out with a three-tailed spirit fox, holding a spirit-binding talisman in her hand!

It's a pity that she is only a foundation-building monk after all, and it is difficult for her to intervene in such a battle of forming pills.

Fang Xing's sword was very fast, but when he drew his sword, there was suddenly a surge of blood in the south, so vast that it seemed to turn into a long river.

From the long river, a big hand stretched out, formed a seal, and attacked him!

"A pill-forming monk, and he is still in the middle stage of pill-forming?"

Fang Xing smiled slightly, merged his sword with his sword, and killed Lian Laogui. Then he bent his body, and the rotten iron sword in his hand turned into a bright sword light, splitting the blood river handprint from it.

Where the blood river returned, a pill-forming monk emerged.

He looks middle-aged, dressed as a Confucian scholar, and looks very elegant, but there is an air of blood lingering around him that seems to be irreversible.

"Mid-stage pill formation? Is this the second master of the Blood River Palace? You have rashly crossed the border and come to support the Wanshou Sect. It seems that you are determined to join the Wanxiang Demon Sect."

Fang Xing linked his fingers with his hands, eight rays of sword light protected his whole body, and laughed loudly.

At the same time, the third-order puppet came to the place where the third-order green dragon fell under his control.

At this time, the secret technique of blood fusion had long since expired. The green dragon let out a mournful cry and degenerated into a third-order giant snake. The horned snake was nowhere to be seen.

"The secret technique backfires...dead?"

The eyes of the third-level puppet moved, looking at the weak third-level giant snake, and punched his head.

…

"Sigh... I didn't expect that years of planning would be ruined by a reckless boy."

The second master of the Blood River Palace sighed: "What a fast sword... I originally wanted to expose myself and save the Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, but I didn't expect that it was still too late..."

Once his move was broken, he actually stopped taking action.

"Haha, this is not recklessness, but cutting through the mess with the sword of wisdom!"

Accompanied by a clear laughter, a red sword light fell, and one of the golden elixir sword cultivators in blood-clothed clothes appeared.

His eyebrows were slender and slanted into his temples. Although he had a cynical smile, the sharp aura of a swordsman could not be dissipated.

"Meet Elder Fu!"

When Fang Xing saw this person, he solemnly made a sword salute.

Elder Fu in Hongyi was a true disciple of the Tianjian Sect back then. Later, his condensed sword elixir reached the half-step golden elixir level and he became an elder of the inner sect. He was also a powerful swordsman who understood the heart and intention of the sword!

"Fu Hongyi... you are actually here in person? It seems that the Taoist soldiers of Tianjian Sect are already on the way..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed, and his figure gradually disappeared.

It seems that he has already escaped from his golden cicada shell, and what remains here is just a phantom.

"Now that you're here, don't leave!"

Fu Hongyi chuckled, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

call out!

A bloody light flashed, and the screams of the Second Hall Master of the Blood River Palace seemed to be heard from the sky!