Even though Lu Xinyao was the first to see through Fang Yuan's plan and the first to make the most correct choice, she still didn't understand how this situation came about.
It was obvious that the three of them had the advantage, and that the power they controlled was more than ten times greater than Fang Yuan and Luo Feiling combined. It was obvious that the three of them did not underestimate the enemy. As soon as they sensed something was wrong, they immediately attacked Fang Yuan and Luo Feiling with all their strength. Yuan made a heavy move and just wanted to do everything possible to strangle him. How did he end up in this situation in the end
The sword intent eroded into her body, and she felt a bone-chilling feeling.
It was as if there were endless snowflakes integrated into her body, making her whole body cold and her soul seemed to be frozen.
So what if I have unparalleled magical skills? I have mastered four powerful puppets, including a Zhongzhou Little Saint who is the Supreme Nascent Soul. But what's the use? They are all below now. Water from afar cannot quench the thirst of the near. Can't save myself...
"After all, I'll let this poor kid..."
An extremely frightening and desperate thought came into her mind.
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"well… "
Just when Lu Xinyao was wrapped in this desperate emotion, a sneer suddenly sounded in front of her.
A fat man with a golden body, who seemed to be slow but in a hurry, slowly walked out from the forest in front. It seemed that he was walking very slowly, but the speed of the auras flying around him was much slower than his speed. Like a flower blooming, and in his hand, he was holding a man covered in blood, as if he had dragged a tree stump backwards, and slowly appeared in front of Lu Xinyao.
Slowly raising his head, he saw the mess in the field.
Then he sighed lowly and cursed softly: "Trash!"
In his eyes, Lu Xinyao was being cut into the body by an extremely shining sword light at this time, and the vitality in her body was also passing rapidly at this moment, so he frowned and threw away the knife in his hand. The man stepped forward.
"Could it be..."
Lu Xinyao noticed the golden light in the corner of her eyes, and suddenly felt ecstatic in her heart.
Before she even raised her head to see the person, she felt a big hand reach out, grab her neck, pull her back, and throw her behind her, and then the person went straight forward to greet her, He stood in front of her.
"laugh!"
At this moment, Fang Yuan's sword light struck from far away.
"Ding!"
That sword light slashed on the chest of the golden fat man, and drew a faint blood mark. It seemed that there was a faint trace of blood leaking out, but it was just as if it was not there, and it soon recovered as before. As for that The snow-like sword intent between heaven and earth had no impact on him. He just glanced down at his chest, sneered and shook his head, and then looked forward.
Looking at it, one can naturally see Fang Yuan in mid-air, as well as the body-shattered Wen Ji Envoy in sackcloth and the hunchbacked Mountain Envoy.
"Unmoving like a mountain, all things are hidden!"
He frowned slightly, put his hands together, and made a seal.
As he shouted, his surroundings suddenly shone brightly. Everything in the sky seemed to be pulled by him, and they all flew towards him, including the broken body of Wenjizhi in linen clothes, and the hunchback carrying the mountain. The head that was flying in the air seemed to be caught by two invisible hands at the last moment, and then pulled to him in an instant.
Wow…
What followed closely was Fang Yuan's sword intent that filled most of the sky, rolling in like a tide.
This boundless sword intent was the result of ten years of hard training by Fang Yuan in the snowy fields. It was so terrifying. This violent surge turned everything it encountered into powder. But when he rushed in front of him, he But he didn't move, he just stood there without moving.
"Buzz..."
Just like a sword hitting a bronze bell, the sound of Qing Yue is continuous.
After several breaths of time, the sound slowly stopped.
Fang Yuan, who was in mid-air, slowly sheathed his sword, his face was solemn, and he slowly looked towards that person.
The tall, golden-bodied fat man was waving his palms, sweeping away a layer of frost on his body.
He was clad in gold and bronze, and even emitted an indescribable light, just like a body made of gold. He was like a high wall standing in the void. Lu Xinyao was blocked behind him, and Mai asked for advice. His body was grasped by his left palm, and the hunchbacked mountain envoy's head was lifted by his right hand. The clothes on his body had been cut into tatters by his own sword intent.
But underneath his tattered clothes, his body was as smooth as copper, without any scratches.
The fourth Dark Messenger has finally arrived!
Looking at his seemingly unharmed golden body, Fang Yuan's eyes slowly hardened at this time.
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The fat man with a golden body, or the Fudo Ming King among the four dark messengers, also had a gloomy expression at this time.
He picked up the sackcloth in his left hand and looked at it. He saw that his head was cracked and his Yuanying was minced. Now he had no life left at all. He was completely lost and his face was even more ugly. He threw it away. Next to him, he couldn't be saved anyway.
Then he looked at the head of the hunchback carrying the mountain envoy in his left hand, raised his hand, and a ray of red divine light flew out from the head, transforming into the appearance of the hunchback carrying the mountain envoy in mid-air, shivering. , with a face full of fear, sometimes disappearing and sometimes breaking out.
"Your body has been chopped off and your Nascent Soul has been damaged. Not to mention your promotion, your cultivation level cannot be saved!"
The golden body of the fat bullet shot out a golden light, which was injected into the soul of the hunchbacked mountain envoy, making his soul become solid. Then he said lightly: "You are still needed in this battle. As for the future, I will find a way to succeed." Ghost baby, count how many years you can live!"
"I hate... I hate..."
The hunchback carrying the mountain wailed endlessly, and his despair was so heart-stopping.
Originally a lofty divine infant, it was even possible for him to touch the threshold of divine transformation with the help of the Lord of Darkness...
...But now, I can only live as a ghost baby
Unless they have experienced it personally, no one can understand the despair, anger, and fear in his heart at this time!
The fat man with golden body didn't know whether he could understand. He just did what he should do, and then turned around and glanced at Lu Xinyao.
She was also seriously injured, and her internal organs were all impacted by the sword. The injuries were horrific, but after all, she was in the Nascent Soul realm. For them, this kind of injury would heal slowly, and there was still hope that they could be cured, but their martial arts would be affected. That's all, but her martial arts skills aren't very good either.
Thinking of this section, his expression finally softened a little.
Looking up at Fang Yuan, he had a look of admiration on his face: "You actually injured them like this, how did you do it?"
Fang Yuan's face slowly returned to calmness, and he didn't answer, but looked towards his side.
Naturally, he also saw the man who was thrown aside by him, covered in blood. His eyes were slightly moved, but he forced it down. He kept his voice calm and said in a low voice: "Where are those people? They So what?"
The golden fat man raised his head with a faint smile on his face: "Why don't you ask him?"
The man who was thrown to him and covered in blood spent a lot of effort before raising his head. He had a beard, one eye was blind, and all the bones in his body had been broken for an unknown period of time. When he looked up at Fang Yuan, he smiled bitterly, in a very weak voice, and said with a bitter smile: "Old Fang, Old Fang, you are really... You really have arranged a good task for us... "
As he spoke, he had already vomited a mouthful of blood and coughed violently for a long time before continuing, his voice sounding very low: "They are all dead, they are all dead, the Taoist disciples of the Meng family, the Daoist disciples of the Lu family... they were all killed. This damn fat man was crushed to death..."
"I don't even know why he wanted to leave me alive..."
The person who survived was naturally Song Longzhu. He completely lost his usual playful smile. Instead, he looked endlessly tired and had a sense of dejection: "We... did what you said and stayed here. The people behind him were all killed... But who would have thought, who would have thought that this damn fat man would actually fall at the back and hit him head-on... "
"I, Old Song, misjudged them..."
"Those aristocratic families are also very talented. No one can escape, they are all caught..."
"They set a trap and used their family's magical powers to kill all the thirty-six demon gangs who had fallen behind. They didn't let any of them survive. They solved everything you said. , until this damn fat man showed up... We couldn't fight him, but none of those aristocratic families were afraid of him. Even if they were seriously injured at the time, they still rushed forward... "
Song Longzhu said in a sad voice, coughing violently, and suddenly there was a hint of crying in his voice: "But I, Old Song, also have the skills, it's not like I didn't do it, you killed them all, why do you still want to keep me?" , What are you doing with my life?"
"This is my habit..."
The fat man with a golden body smiled faintly at this moment and said: "I usually kill people and leave one alive, because only if I leave someone alive can someone tell others about my murder. Seeing that I am not He committed murder for no reason!"
"Witness...witness..."
Song Longzhu seemed to be crying and laughing, struggling for his life, trying to get up.
But he still failed. At this time, his injuries were indescribably serious and his whole body was almost crippled.
Fang Yuan also fell silent at this time.
(End of chapter)