Whip after whip, as if urging his life, he was forcing the Talisman Taoist to bow his head.
I'm not in a hurry, and your talisman Taoist sons are physically strong enough, so delay as much as possible, you think about it slowly, and then admit defeat to me after you think about it, and if you admit defeat, you can take one back, at least you still have a life left My god son, but according to the content of the life and death contract, we must obediently allow us to look south and stand up. No matter how difficult the remaining two battles are, I don’t have to break through, young master. Let’s take advantage of it first.
Others thought that the life-and-death contract was just made to ensure that he would kill someone, but they never thought that if he wanted to kill someone, why would he make such a contract? The real purpose is to achieve this purpose through this contract.
Anyway, in the eighth battle, the revenge that should be avenged will be avenged. No matter how annoying Song Guichan is, that Chunyang Daoist Song Guichan is because he took advantage of him, killed his woman, and slapped him in the face in public. It was him who came to find him for revenge, so he could find a safe place to recuperate and wait for him to come to him for revenge. In the next two rounds, he didn't have to go on.
This is clearly forcing the Dao Master of Talisman Artifacts to make a decision!
The one who was burning with anxiety was the Talisman of Talisman, Fang Xing was not in a hurry, and he whipped his whip with a sense of rhythm.
"Little devil, you are cruel enough..."
In this maddening atmosphere, even the Dao Master of Talisman Artifact became grim.
He turned his head and glanced at the Taoist Master of Chunyang Dao and the Daoist of Yinling Dao, and exchanged an opinion with them, as if he had made a decision.
With indifferent eyes, he looked at Fang Xing on the mountain, ready to save someone.
He couldn't help it, if he didn't save it, it would be a small matter to lose a son of God, but a big worry to lose a whole family of disciples.
Although he saved people, some people would think that Fu Qidao agreed to Nan Zhan's establishment of Dao because of his own god son. Being beaten to death, even if you have to pay a high price afterwards to quell the questioning of other forces, you must speak up at this time.
"Little devil, how dare you bully me like this?"
Just when he was about to open his mouth to save someone, on the mountain, there was a loud shout of incomparable anger.
It was Zhao Changhe who spoke. He seemed to be on the verge of death, but at this moment he gathered all his strength and roared in the direction. A look of despair and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. , he gouged out Fang Xing viciously, then looked up at the sky, and exhaled in one breath, extremely long, as if he had exhaled all the breath in his body.
There is only exhalation, not inhalation.
Breathing out this breath, the vitality in Zhao Changhe's body withered rapidly, and the loss was infinite.
At this moment, Fang Xing's eyes suddenly froze.
This bastard is looking for his own death!
Practitioners have great vitality, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as they don't want to die, they can stimulate the infinite vitality in their body to maintain their own vitality, and if the same injury is placed on ordinary people, countless people may have died long ago He returned, but what Zhao Changhe did at this time was to give up that breath of vitality, and his body no longer locked the vitality, allowing the life to scatter away.
He, who was nailed to the stone tablet by Fang Xing, didn't even have the ability to blew up his golden core, but he was still able to dissipate his anger.
A person who was already proud and arrogant was whipped by the little devil in front of Nan Zhan and all the monks in Shenzhou, like a prisoner. Zhao Changhe felt a wave of despair in his heart. Next, so what if I survived? Falling into the mud from the clouds, I will never return to the feeling of being aloof as the god son of the talisman tool. Even if I return to the sect, I am afraid that I will be stripped of the title of god son and become an ordinary disciple. , Always accept other people's pointing and ridicule.
More importantly, this little devil used himself as a bargaining chip to set up a way in Shenzhou, and he would become a sinner.
The situation will develop, and it is he who has perfected Nanzhan monk.
This made Zhao Changhe completely desperate, and in shame, he chose to kill himself.
"Snapped!"
Fang Xing lashed Zhao Changhe with the last whip, but he was completely lifeless and couldn't feel it anymore.
This talisman Taoist son voluntarily gave up his life and became a dead body.
In other words, Fang Xingzhen beat him to death.
"Hey, if you had been this ruthless, you wouldn't have been defeated by the young master!"
Fang Xing looked at him coldly, stared at him for a while, and suddenly folded his palms to retract the stele, allowing him to fall to the ground.
At this point, he admitted that Zhao Changhe was more ruthless than himself, at least he couldn't waste his life with such ruthlessness.
At this moment, when Zhao Changhe's vitality was cut off from the mountain and the mountain, all the cultivators were stunned.
In front of all the cultivators in the northern region of Shenzhou, and even the Dao master of the Talisman of Fuqi, Zhao Changhe, the god of the Dao of Fuqi, was beaten to death. This cruel and tragic scene really shocked the northern region of Shenzhou and was destined to become The biggest event of three hundred years in the vast Northern Territory of Shenzhou is estimated to be passed down for more than a thousand years, and the Talisman Daoist, watching the scene on the mountain, has not spoken for a long time.
He, who had planned to save others, clearly felt Zhao Changhe's suicide, but he didn't say a word.
Like a dumb person, he just looked coldly at the little devil who took back the stele, and Zhao Changhe who fell to the ground.
"boom!"
Just when Zhao Changhe was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly made a move, with his big hand like the sky, pressing towards Fengchan Mountain.
At this moment, the horns of Lord Long's robe rose up automatically without wind, and his spiritual thoughts were like a tide, tied to the body of the talisman Taoist master.
The two Taoist masters of Chunyang Dao and Yin Ling Dao were also secretly startled, they stood up together and looked at the Dao Master of Talisman Artifacts.
It's just that they didn't make a move, because the Dao Master of Talisman Artifacts didn't strike at Fang Xing in a fit of anger when he pressed the palm, but a gravitational force protruded out and took Zhao Changhe, who was already lifeless. Shan, hugged him in his arms, then he turned around and glanced at Lord Long and monk Zhu Nanzhan, turned around and went, and stopped slightly when he passed by the two Taoist masters Chunyang and Yinling, and said lightly: " Feng Chan's rules are as big as the sky, and there are too many people watching the battle at this time, so I won't make a move!"
His figure paused slightly, his gaze became cold and severe: "But after ten battles, this son is going to die..."
The Taoist masters of Chunyang Dao and Yinling Dao glanced at him and fell silent at the same time.
Even they can't control the direction of the matter. At this time, it is superfluous to say anything.
The Taoist master of Yinling Dao even looked at the ninth formation on the mountain road, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was worried about something.
After a long time, the Taoist master of Chunyang Dao said softly: "Even if it is against the rules, we will hand him over to Talisman Qi Dao!"
boom!
Many Nanzhan monks around heard what the Taoist Master of Chunyang Dao said, and their hearts were in chaos.
Some people couldn't help but yelled at them, but they soon met the gloomy gaze of the Talisman Taoist master, and immediately fell silent.
At this time, Fang Xing and Zhu Nanzhan's juniors had already thrown Zhao Changhe's body on the ground. The majestic Talisman Taoist son died terribly at this time. The Talisman Dao disciples looked at Fang Xing with deep hatred, gritted their teeth, and deep sorrow floated above their heads, as if the ghosts were manifesting, trying to devour people.
Brother Nan Zhan's side was also a little miserable.
A total of eighteen people entered the formation to help Fang Xing break through the barrier, but no one expected that Fang Xing broke through the sixth formation by himself, and they were of no help. It didn't help, so I finally reached the eighth formation, and I was able to help, but within a while, five people were killed, seven were injured, eighteen entered the formation, but only thirteen remained, and one more seriously injured.
"Boy, a catastrophe is imminent..."
The Dragon Lord at the foot of Fengchan Mountain looked far away at Fang Xing on the mountain with far-reaching eyes.
Beside him, one on the left and one on the right, are two girls, one holding Yaoqin, and the other tightly twisting the corner of her clothes. It is Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci. Go up, but was carried back one by one by Long Jun, and pressed them beside him, not letting them come forward to make trouble, these two girls have no ability to escape under his hands, they just watched worryingly, and Long Jun just smiled After a while, she praised Ying Qiaoqiao for her beautiful eyes, and then asked how Chu Ci maintained such a thin waist.
"See, if you went up just now, you would probably be dead by now!"
Long Jun looked at the situation on Fengchan Mountain, and said to Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci with a smile.
The two girls didn't know what to reply, but they were still unwilling and held their breath in their hearts.
Long Jun laughed and said: "Don't be sullen, I brought you two back because you can't help him if you go up, on the contrary, if you don't go up, you have a chance to help him, and it's a real help." When it comes to him, it's not to add trouble..."
"Ex... Senior, what you said is..."
Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci looked at each other, but they didn't understand Long Jun's words. After a while, Ying Qiaoqiao asked.
Long Jun smiled helplessly, and said after a while: "He will have a catastrophe soon, and in that catastrophe, only you can help him!"
Chu Ci's face turned pale: "Is someone going to kill him?"
She turned around and looked around, even if her cultivation was not good enough, she could tell that there were many murderous monks in the clouds at the foot of the mountain, some from the Yun family, some from the Wen family, some from the Mu family, and even An old ancestor of the Lingqiao sect squatted in the void with a murderous look. Everyone knew that this was for revenge, and the killing intent was so strong that no one could persuade them.
But Lord Long glanced at the void, but shook his head lightly, and said, "It's not such a catastrophe!"
After a pause, he added: "It's much more serious than this!"
Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci looked confused, not knowing what Lord Long was referring to.