"It's not a hallucination, it happened before..."
Picking up the blood-stained golden feather, Fang Xing frowned into a pimple. He was sure that what he saw just now was not an illusion, but that the Great Golden Crow and others had indeed fought fiercely here and were captured by a group of white robes. Bai Jian, wearing a grimace mask, the swordsman who claimed to be the "Longevity Sword" was forced to escape into the ancient temple that unexpectedly appeared in this valley. That scene was accidentally branded by thick fog, and then he went into the valley to find someone I saw it by accident. In fact, that scene happened not so long ago.
"What is the origin of those bastards who call themselves the Longevity Sword?"
Fang Xing's brows were frowned. From the scene, it is not difficult to infer that Jinwu and others fled into the Moyuan. Being ambushed by such a group of mysterious people, he suffered a great loss. In the end, Wang Qiong was seriously injured and captured, while Jin Wu and the others escaped into the ancient Buddhist temple that did not know what it was...
And I have traveled all over the world for so many years, and I have seen a lot. When I came to Baiyujing, I had learned about the great sects and Taoism in the southern region of Shenzhou, but I had never heard of the name of the Longevity Sword. Cultivator, the strength displayed is so terrifying, the way of the sword is vicious, the method is weird, and even far exceeds the strength of the 12th floor of Baiyujing, how can it be possible for a few unknown people
All kinds of problems made Fang Xing frowned tightly.
He subconsciously wandered in the valley, and only turned around for a while, but he never saw other images.
This valley, except for the dense fog, seems to be no different from ordinary valleys.
But the picture was interrupted at that moment, I don't know what happened after Jinwu and others escaped into the ancient temple, and I don't know where the ancient temple went, but I searched in this area. Where are there other existences
He knew in his heart that the ancient temple would never appear again, and he even said that the ancient temple might not be here at all.
He was able to see the ancient temple and other illusions here, but it was just a coincidence that he captured some pictures.
"Go back and ask the little monk, that ancient temple is very magical, he may have heard of it..."
Fang Xing thought to himself, and walked back with a frown, but just as he took a step, a sudden change occurred.
The surrounding mist became thicker at some point, and it moved indistinctly, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and behind Fang Xing, in the silent thick fog, a black mist like a dragon and python slowly grew. Slowly swimming towards him, this change was so weird that Fang Xing didn't notice it at all, until the thick fog had almost reached behind him, and then it burst open, and a sword light flashed.
That sword light was extremely sharp and contained great supernatural powers, pointing directly at the back of Fang Xing's head.
The scary thing is that even though it has almost reached the back of Fang Xing's head, there is still no movement of energy.
Not even half of the murderous intent leaked!
A sword piercing the brain will damage the body to the greatest extent and stab the soul!
hum...
At this moment, Fang Xing's dragon-patterned murderous knife hanging on Fang Xing's waist suddenly made a dragon chant, and took the initiative to warn.
"what?"
At this moment, Fang Xing suddenly became alert, turned around, and kicked out.
Boom!
The sword light brushed past his cheek, and when it reached him, he felt that that foot hit a black shadow, and it was obvious that the figure swayed, and then jumped on the ground, diving into the black mist, Then the fog turned sharply, trying to blend into the fog that already existed in the valley, and escaped quietly, but Fang Xing was quite shocked, since he was already alert, how could it be so easy for them to escape
He yelled: "Leave it!"
Holding the Dragon Pattern Dragon Saber with both hands, he slashed down towards the fog in front of him.
This saber was fired with all its strength, rumbling forward, cutting the thick fog in the valley into a gap more than a hundred feet long.
"Okay, it's indeed the business of cutting the four realms..."
In the dense fog, an old voice yelled loudly, and the sound seemed to be blown away by the wind, drifting and disappearing without a trace.
Fang Xing rushed a few steps, and when he looked down, he saw a pool of blood on the ground, but there was no one around.
"Who is so capable, who can get so close to me, but make me unaware?"
Fang Xing became vigilant, and slowly looked around.
Just now, although he was full of thoughts about the ancient temple and was restless, it was indeed extremely dangerous. If it hadn't been for the dragon-marked knife to actively warn, he might have fallen under that sword. Heavy damage, the opponent doesn't know what cultivation level it is, but there is a faint feeling of a one-hit kill, especially he is very good at using the terrain. Just now when he shot himself, he used the thick fog that existed in this valley Covering his aura, he was so elusive and vicious that he shuddered a little.
Wouldn't it be a big joke if he stabbed the Taoist Lord in a majestic way and was killed quietly in this valley
So many winds and waves came here, but it almost capsized here.
"Who killed me?"
Fang Xing raised his saber and shouted loudly, the sound was like rolling thunder, and spread into the surrounding dense fog.
"No one will kill you for now, just to say hello, the Longevity Sword has its own business, I want to talk to Fang Daoyou..."
In the thick fog in the distance, a voice suddenly sounded, the voice was clear and clear, neither hurried nor slow, very calm.
"Longevity Sword?"
Fang Xing was shocked physically and mentally, and his eyes sparkled.
He never expected that he would meet the Longevity Sword so soon. Just now he was thinking where to find the Longevity Sword, but he didn't expect the other party to come to his door so soon, but after thinking about it, he understood Come over, I'm afraid it wasn't the Longevity Sword that was delivered to your own door, but someone else's door. They ambushed and killed the Jinwu and others here. This matter has passed for at most one day. I am afraid that this group of people has not completely withdrawn. Going into the valley by myself to find someone, I should have bumped into them head-on...
"What business do you have? Come out, let's talk about the price!"
Fang Xing held the dragon pattern sword, laughed loudly, and looked in that direction.
"The fairy caresses my head, knots my hair and bestows longevity..."
A soft chant sounded, getting farther and farther away, the voice smiled softly: "Fang Daoyou, if you are interested, why don't you come and talk outside the valley!"
"Outside the valley?"
Fang Xing was taken aback, and suddenly the two sword demons behind him spread their wings, flapping them with a bang, and rushed out of the valley. Although it is impossible to control the sky here, he has the speed of the sword-winged demon, and his figure is also very cute Suddenly, the dense fog was stirred, and he rushed towards the valley entrance like a dragon. When he looked up, he was not only secretly shocked, but saw that the valley entrance, where countless monks had gathered, had suddenly become empty. It was empty, and the nearest monk was thousands of feet away. In the field, only the young monk Shenxiu, whose white robe was stained with blood, was sitting in the void, silently chanting sutras. Behind him, there was a golden bell The big hood covered Qinglu and Chu Ci.
And in front of him, there was a man in white robe wearing a grimace mask, holding a white jade long sword, sitting in the void.
"Friend Daoist Fang is very polite!"
The white-robed man wearing a grimace mask saw Fang Xing appearing, smiled faintly, and said, "I've been famous for a long time, and we finally meet today!"
His voice sounds like the person who spoke in the valley just now.
And judging from his stature and aura, Fang Xing was 90% sure that this person was the one who stabbed Wang Qiong in that illusion.
"Is it you who chased and killed the Daxueshan disciple and the crow?"
Fang Xing's heart was full of hatred, and there was a weird smile on his face.
This group of bastards who came out of nowhere, how could they have such a great ability to drive Jinwu and others into the ancient temple, and dare to plot against themselves in the valley, and only in the short time when they entered the valley , even the little monk Shenxiu outside the valley was injured, and seeing how the little monk guarded Chu Ci and Qinglu so closely, they must have been assassinated as well.
Fang Xing was really annoyed by this hatred, as he spoke, he stepped forward, his body full of murderous aura.
"Hehe, someone paid a lot of money for their Longevity Talisman, and we are just doing business!"
The white-robed man wearing a grimace mask opened his mouth lightly, and the corners of his big sleeves moved automatically without wind.
"Whoosh..."
At this moment, the ground under Fang Xing's feet suddenly broke open, and a sharp sword light slashed towards his lower abdomen. At the same time, the trees beside him suddenly rose from the ground and rushed towards him. Among the trees, unexpectedly Someone also appeared and cut his head with a sword. In the void in all directions, seven or eight white figures jumped out at the same time, holding white iron chains, binding him in the middle...
As soon as it comes up, it is extremely murderous!
If you are not careful, you are in danger...
Fang Xing finally knew that Da Jinwu and others had extraordinary cultivation bases, but why they ended up so miserable under the hands of this group of people.
Damn it, this group of people doesn't play cards according to common sense at all!
It's the same as beheading Huangfu Daozi himself back then, they are simply a group of monks who are good at assassination.
This kind of killer has only been heard of among ordinary people. Who would have thought that there are such a group of people in the world of practice
Under normal theory, in the cultivation world, the realm is strict and strength is the most important thing. There should not be a group of people who specialize in this kind of business!
But fortunately, his spiritual sense is strong, and he paid attention to it before, so how could he be robbed so easily
With a muffled roar, the two sword demon wings behind spread out, covering an area of thirty feet, flying four or five white figures flying, bursting into a blood mist, and flying all of them towards his own tree They were all divided into pieces less than the size of a fingernail, and pools of blood flowed out of them. At the same time, he lowered his head, shouted loudly, and stepped down. On the ground, one of them cast Earth Dungeon. The white-robed swordsman was about to run away when he saw something bad, but he was stepped on the ground by this foot, and infinite mana was poured into it.
The soft soil immediately became as hard as black iron, and the swordsman was suddenly stuck on the ground, unable to move.
"Pfft..."
Fang Xing kicked it out, and the swordsman's head that was exposed on the ground burst like a watermelon, and the blood mist dispersed.
"It's so sensible, before we talk about business, I sent so many people to let me kill and vent my anger!"
Fang Xing resisted the dragon pattern knife, and continued to walk forward, with endless killing intent in his heart.
And looking at his expression, the grimacing swordsman actually smiled slightly, and then patted his palms twice, as if to applaud.
"You really deserve to be the little devil Nanzhan. I knew that the four-kill formation prepared for those people would not be able to deal with you..."