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Four swords fell, forming a vortex that encircled Zhang Fang. The sword energy mixed, instantly shredding Zhang Fang into pieces.

Seeing this, Shi Feng was not happy, but took a breath and retreated quickly. The next moment, the sharp claws just scratched his throat.

Zhang Fang's figure emerged, and it turned out that what was chopped just now was just a phantom.

"What a weird body movement!" Shi Feng was secretly shocked.

He didn't think much of Zhang Fang. His cultivation was only in the early stage of Jindan. He was submissive in front of Yan Bozhou and had no opinion.

At this moment, when they fought, he realized that the other party was just like him, hiding his strength. He had a contemptuous heart and almost suffered a loss.

Zhang Fang had seen Shi Feng release a spirit pet dragon before. If it was a one-on-two fight, he might not be the opponent.

Therefore, he used all his strength as soon as he made a move, trying to kill Shi Feng within three or two moves, and not giving Shi Feng the opportunity to summon the dragon.

Shi Feng lost the lead with one move and immediately fell into a disadvantage. His body movements were far inferior to Zhang Fang's, and the stone chamber was narrow, so he could only put away his sword for defense.

The demon lion that Zhang Fang transformed into roared loudly, and its sharp claws turned into a flash of lightning. He knew that Shi Feng was wearing a precious armor, so he kept attacking Shi Feng's throat, eyes, forehead and other exposed vital parts.

Shi Feng retreated again and again, and unknowingly reached the stone wall.

He used the stone escape technique to hide in the stone wall.

However, when his body entered the stone wall for two inches, a red light flashed on the wall, and Shi Feng was bounced forward.

Zhang Fang was overjoyed and rushed forward, and his sharp claws had already grabbed Shi Feng's throat.

He used his claws to break Shi Feng's throat, but his tentacles were blocked by a leather armor. It turned out that Shi Feng's mind turned, and the seven beast armor automatically grew up to protect his neck.

Zhang Fang inhaled and exerted his strength, only to find that the opponent's throat was as hard as steel.

Just as he was stunned, Shi Feng's fist hit his ribs.

"How can the human race have such a strong body!" Zhang Fang was surprised.

However, what surprised him even more was yet to come. Just after Shi Feng punched out, there was a roar in the air, and Zhang Fang felt his body tightened and was caught by the Horned Demon Dragon.

He thought that the two sides were fighting fiercely, and the other party had no time to chant the spell to summon the demon dragon.

But who knew that Shi Feng had two divine consciousness palaces, and summoning the Horned Demon Dragon only required divine consciousness to chant the spell.

Although the demon lion Zhang Fang transformed into was powerful, it was pulled by the Horned Demon Dragon and could not hold Shi Feng's throat.

Shi Feng had time, waved his hand, and chased after him with four sharp swords.

Zhang Fang was rolled up by the Horned Demon Dragon like a big dumpling, and suddenly roared wildly, bursting with all his strength, throwing the Horned Demon Dragon away, and the four swords were actually directly shaken away by the invisible sound waves.

This lion roar is Zhang Fang's ultimate move. His previous moves were pressing hard, of course, to avoid Shi Feng's flying sword, but also to get close to the opponent and attack with the lion roar.

This lion roar, the sound waves are like a real magic weapon, bursting out.

According to Zhang Fang's estimation, Shi Feng was opposite him, and he should faint on the ground after being hit on the head.

However, the scene he imagined did not appear. Not only was Shi Feng not fainted, but he rolled on the ground and rushed towards Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang was about to fight back, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his mind, as if he was stabbed by a sharp needle.

"Ah" Zhang Fang screamed, just in this moment, Shi Feng had rolled over, and he pushed his hand, and a red sword had pierced Zhang Fang's lower abdomen.

Zhang Fang let out a shocking roar and smashed down with both fists, but as soon as Shi Feng's sword pierced, he immediately let go of the sword and rolled away, so Zhang Fang's attack naturally fell in vain.

Shi Feng retreated to the leftmost corner of the wall, pointed his finger, and a transparent glass shield blocked him in front of him.

Zhang Fang looked at the long sword on his lower abdomen, his face full of horror. This sword directly penetrated his dantian and stabbed out from the back.

He really couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes. After only seven or eight moves, he was hit by a fatal blow!

Zhang Fang held the long sword and wanted to pull it out.

But as soon as his hand touched the hilt, he screamed again.

The Flame Devouring Sword emitted a blazing flame. This fire was the essence of earth fire and could burn rocks.

Zhang Fang's right hand was immediately burned as soon as he grasped it, and he rolled on the ground and screamed in pain.

The misty fire could directly burn Qiu Longzi into ashes, but Zhang Fang's strength was far superior to Qiu Longzi, and the flame attached to the Shifeng Sword was not enough to burn him.

However, the Flame Devouring Sword had pierced Zhang Fang's dantian, and with the burning flames, Zhang Fang was burnt all over and dying in a moment.

He struggled to pull out the Flame Devouring Sword and threw it viciously.

But he had very little strength left. Shi Feng dodged lightly, and the Flame Devouring Sword missed and fell to the ground.

After the flames died out, blood flowed out from Zhang Fang's lower abdomen, quickly staining his lower body.

Zhang Fang leaned against the stone platform, panting, "Very good! I thought I could finish you off in a few moves, but I didn't expect you to kill me."

Shi Feng stood far away, "It's nothing, I defeated you with our combined efforts, it's not fair to win!"

Indeed, his last attack was first wrapped up by the Horned Demon Dragon, then the White Fox launched the Shocking Spirit Stab, and finally he rolled in and attacked with the Flame Devouring Sword, combining the strength of the three to kill the opponent suddenly.

"No matter what, you won!" Zhang Fang coughed repeatedly, blood oozing out of his mouth, "For two hundred years, I was afraid of dying here, and I wanted to run away, but in the end... you won, Fellow Daoist Shi."

His body kept twitching, "For the sake of the human race, please give me a quick death!"

Shi Feng stared at the other party, then looked at the Flame-Devouring Sword that fell to the side, and said lightly, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, you really want me to pick up that sword, right?..."

Zhang Fang's pupils suddenly shrank.

Shi Feng continued, "...You are really scheming. You can think of a counterattack before you die. When you pulled out this sword just now, the hilt should have been poisoned. You deliberately threw it in front of me, hoping that I would pick it up.

If I touch this sword, I should follow you soon. No, I should go to see the King of Hell faster than you."

"You!..." Zhang Fang's originally peaceful face immediately turned ferocious.

"...Don't worry! I won't touch the things you touch for the time being, and I won't get close to you, so that you can fight back before you die. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. I'll wait for you to die slowly!"

"Asshole!" Zhang Fang really spit out a mouthful of old blood this time.

"...I know you are very unwilling! Because you still have a trick that you haven't used yet. You are not a pure human, but have the blood of the demon race! Right?"

Zhang Fang really felt like he saw a living ghost, "You, how did you know?"

"You have been secretly sending messages in the past few days. The person who contacted you is most likely Kuang Biao.

You dare to conspire with Kuang Biao, but you are not afraid that Kuang Biao will kill us and eat you. Therefore, I guess you are also a demon race!

Others think that you are a cultivator of the Hualing Sect, and you can transform into a demon by refining the essence and blood of demon beasts. In fact, that lion is simply your original body!"

Zhang Fang felt a little bit of strength The hair was flowing through his body. He didn't speak. He wanted to gather his last strength. He wanted to...

"You don't have to waste your energy." Shi Feng's voice was cold and emotionless. "Are you holding a hair in your palm? Who are you to Tie Zhan?

You want to shoot a hair needle, but it's useless. Although your hair needle is extremely poisonous, I bet it can't break my glass shield."

"Hair needle?" said the Horned Demon Dragon. "So, he is the Purple Flame Dragon Lion, not the Fist Hair Lion?"

The hair of the Purple Flame Dragon Lion can be shot out as silver needles, which are extremely poisonous. This is the innate magical power of the Dragon Lion Clan.

Zhang Fang saw Shi Feng shrinking far away in the corner. Even when he was talking, he was on full alert. He had no chance to take advantage of it.

His blood-red eyes stared at Shi Feng, "Shi, you are cruel enough. I will not let you go even if I become a ghost after I die!"