Given the strength and situation within Guixu, who will quietly become the master of Guixu
Thinking of this, Fang Xing couldn't help but tremble in his heart, as if he had thought of a bad possibility!
Even in these ten years of living in the world, he has heard the name of the Supreme Taoist from time to time. He knows that the Supreme Taoist has established a way in the Northern Territory, and has formed an alliance with the demon land and the four seas. Human beings perish quietly, or doves occupying the magpie's nest, so to speak, there is only one possibility, that is, Guixu is willing to serve that person as master...
Who on earth has such a great ability
"Old Xie, you bastard, I believe in you so much, if you dare to play tricks on me, I will kill you..."
Fang Xing was so angry that he even gritted his teeth secretly.
And facing this group of white-clothed monks who were obviously the servants of the "Ruins Lord", Fang Xing was even more merciless when he made a move.
The two golden wings on the back manifested, but they were the hundred and eight thousand swords of the Peng clan. After the golden feather sword appeared, it quickly turned into a black light, and the golden wings turned into black wings. It was Fang Xing's newly comprehended Sword Demon Art that was combined with the One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords to create a new technique based on the Sword Demon Art and one Hundred Eight Thousand Swords as the shape. It still manifests as two big wings, but whether it is power, speed, or even changes, it is far from what it was before.
As soon as the two big black wings were unfolded, they stretched infinitely, and finally each of the big wings became a thousand feet in size, splitting one to the two sides, covering the sky like two dark clouds, while all the white-clothed monks in front of them , were all caged inside by sword wings.
"Young Master has always been the only one who robs others. Which bastard is your Market Master, who dares to come and rob me?"
Boom!
As he spoke, his left wing fluttered, and endless sword lights suddenly fell from the sky, like a rain of swords.
Under this rain of swords, the monks below the middle stage of the golden core were chopped into powder almost instantly, and the monks above the middle stage of the golden core and even the remaining golden core were all roaring and supporting the strongest defense. Resist this unpredictable sword light.
After all, no matter what Fang Xing is today, it can be said that today is not what it used to be. After ten years of hard work, he has not understood the so-called Tao, but in these ten years, he has strengthened his heart of Tao. Gradually deepened his comprehension of the great arts of the Dao, and now, when he used the great arts of the Dao learned before, the power of the gods had more than tripled, and he had almost reached the point where he could lift the weight as lightly as possible.
He himself had made an estimate that if he were to enter Fengchan Mountain ten years ago, even if he fought head-on with Song Guichan, the son of Chunyang Daoist God, and did not use the chaotic grindstone that hurts others and himself, he would have a good chance of winning. Reaching more than 70%...
For him who usually dares to lift a knife with 30% certainty, there is no difference between 70% certainty and 100% certainty.
In simpler terms, it would be difficult for the current self to kill Yuanying, let alone these golden elixirs
"Tell me, where is the donkey?"
"Where is the old evil?"
"Get out and meet me!"
Amidst the roar, the two big wings enveloped all the Golden Core cultivators, not even a fly could fly out, while Fang Xing swung his big wings and roared fiercely, his strikes were merciless. Seven or eight people fell under the wings of the sword demon.
"Devil, dare to slaughter my Taihao clan's children?"
The monk in white and the remaining three Jindan Mahayana senior cultivators were shocked and angry. One of them quickly ignited a purple communication talisman, and then the three of them joined forces to sacrifice a yellow brilliance, rumbling like a pillar falling to the sky, In the void, there was a burst of fairy sounds, and on this pillar, there were countless iron chains protruding out like tentacles, rolling towards Fang Xing like an endless stream.
"Lock the altar!"
As the three Jindan Mahayana monks shouted loudly, the brilliance on this pillar became extremely dazzling.
"Da Hei Tian Shu!"
Fang Xing yelled in a low voice, flapped his two big wings, whipped up black gusts of wind, and there was a ghost roaring inside.
The battle at Feng Chan Mountain was undoubtedly Fang Xing's intensive training of his own cultivation. Although that battle finally shattered his Dao foundation, it also raised his skill cultivation to an extremely high level. At that time, he possessed various kinds of dharma, high and low, and the methods they used were different, but now, there is a faint sign of integration, such as the great black sky technique, which was once in the Taishang site. Hongmeng's death energy was the basis, and the Great Wind Flag was used as the means of mobilization, but now, it is also displayed with these two great wings.
As soon as the wind came out, it manifested like a ghost, and the monks in white clothes were sucked out of their souls in the wind, and landed like dead fish. Afterwards, the black wind suddenly collided with the divine light that rolled out of the golden pillar. Remind's divine light couldn't get in the slightest bit.
"What kind of cultivation is this son? Can the three of us even use the great clan-suppressing technique to defeat him?"
The three Jindan Mahayanas, seeing that all the children in the clan were killed and injured, even the three of them were suppressed, their eyes were full of panic.
"Hehe, it's still one point away from reaching the level of full operation..."
Seeing this, Fang Xing also gave a low laugh, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to do it himself.
Until now, he had only used the sword demon's great wings to fend off the enemy, showing less than half of his strength.
And his strongest is close combat.
However, just when he was about to make a move, suddenly there was a coquettish voice from a distance: "Who dares to hurt someone when he breaks into my homeland? The members of the Hentian Clan are under orders to take action immediately to help the Taihao Clan The disciples capture those who make trouble..."
"Hate Tianshi?"
Hearing this soft drink, Fang Xing was also slightly taken aback, and turned his head to look.
However, from the southwest direction, a group of monks in yellow shirts came swiftly, there were forty or fifty of them, and the one in the middle was a young woman in a purple dress, with the cultivation base of Jindan middle stage, but there were no less than three people beside her. The Jindan Mahayana monks and the ten Jindan middle-level monks, headed by her faintly, have heard her order and have quickly set up a large formation and are about to join the battle group.
That woman was an acquaintance, and it was Hen Tianning who hadn't seen him in ten years!
"Bitch, you let Hate Tian's life back then, but now you even dare to betray me?"
Fang Xing saw an acquaintance, but his anger became more intense. Suddenly, two sword demon wings wrapped around him, turning into an unstoppable sword field, and then rushed towards Hen Tianning like a meteor. A group of monks around Hen Tianning, Fang Xing had already rushed in before the formation was set up. They were so scared that they immediately sacrificed the magic talismans and rushed over like an overwhelming force, but Fang Xing's sword domain and prison area , but blocked all attacks outside, and rushed to Hen Tianning almost without hindrance.
Although Hen Tianning has made great progress now, in front of Fang Xing, she is not as good as before. She raised her hand and held it in her hand. Under the suppression of spiritual power, she couldn't break free at all, and black light loomed close to her. It will fall off.
"Girl, I haven't seen you in a few years, are you majestic?"
There was no joy or anger in Fang Xing's voice, but there was endless hidden anger.
"Stinky monk, let go..."
Hen Tianning struggled subconsciously, but when he heard the deep killing intent in Fang's jargon, his heart sank for no reason, and an indescribably familiar feeling rose up, and he fixed his eyes on Fang Xing's face, his expression suddenly seemed to be seeing Feeling like a ghost, startled and terrified, and then a little indescribably sad, he cried out: "It's you...you're not dead?"
Fang Xing said with a faint smile, "You really want me to die?"
"I didn't... I didn't know it was you..."
After being slightly startled, Hen Tianning yelled: "We all thought you were dead... You're not dead, that's great..."
Fang Xing was the best at observing words and expressions, but he found that Hen Tianning was not pretending, and a hint of surprise rose in his heart, but he quickly sneered and said, "Then tell me, whose family is Guixu now? The bastards in clothes are going to kill me as soon as we meet, what's going on? I think you cared about them just now, and when you saw them in trouble, you immediately brought someone to help..."
The killing intent in his heart still persisted, if Hen Tianning didn't answer well, he would still kill him.
There are not many major events in the world that can make Fang Xing lose his temper, but betrayal is definitely the most serious one.
Even if Hean Tianning turned to others because he mistakenly believed that he was dead, Fang Xing still felt uncomfortable.
"Are they going to kill you?"
Hen Tianning was also slightly taken aback, and then a thin layer of frost appeared on his face, his eyes looked coldly at the three remaining monks in white clothes, and said in a hateful voice: "Mr. How dare you do such a thing..."
When I looked up, I saw Fang Xing looking at me blankly, but my heart felt sore, and said in a low voice: "Let me go, I didn't know it was you just now, but I just saw that the Taihao's people were mobilized, so I went to see you." According to Xie Zun's order, I brought people over to have a look, and when I saw someone slaughtering wantonly, after all, they belonged to the Guixu lineage and had to help, who would have thought that you came back with a shaved head?"
"Um... Cool..."
Seeing Hen Tianning's reaction, Fang Xing knew that he had misunderstood her, he smiled and let go of her collar.
Hen Tianning took a look at him, his eyes were a little sore, but they only disappeared for a moment, then he turned away, and looked at the three white-clothed monks of Jindan Mahayana with an angry face, and sternly shouted: "Taihao's Three elders, young master Taihao is not the Lord of Return to the Ruins approved by the Evil Venerable, how dare you do such a thing to the Lord of Return to the Ruins, is it because you want to rebel? Clan of the Hateful Clan, immediately send this The three of them took it down, released the talisman, and returned to the ruins. My Lord of the Return to the ruins is not dead, so I quickly summoned all the ministries to come and see..."
The members of the Hentian clan obeyed, and immediately turned to surround the three of them, fighting for their own sake.
Fang Xing didn't care about these at all, he just frowned and looked at Hen Tianning, with some worry in his eyes.
Hean Tianshi seemed to know what he wanted to say, and said in a low voice: "I know what you are worried about. This matter is a long story and will be discussed later, but I can tell you that I hate Tianshi for not betraying you. Zun has been waiting for you to come back!"
"It's not the old evil who tricked me... that's great!"
Fang Xing's tense mind suddenly relaxed, touched his chest, and muttered, "Damn it scared me to death!"