In the dense jungle, a beautiful figure walks in lotus steps, which is better than strolling in a courtyard. However, looking at the swift footsteps of the men in Tsing Yi who are following behind her, one can tell that her walking speed is not slow, but just gives people I just enjoy it.
Luo Fei's consciousness spread out, and every plant and tree within a radius of more than 500 meters was reflected in his mind.
Suddenly, not far away, a group of people in Tsing Yi walked quickly through the dense forest and rushed towards the northeast.
Luo Fei frowned.
"It's the people from Beifeng. Could it be that they discovered something?"
Just at this time, there was a "bang", a loud noise came from the northeast direction, and a majestic wave of mana.
Luo Fei no longer hesitated, and immediately ordered to the man in Tsing Yi behind him:
"Use the Jade Slips of Communication and gather the people."
"Yes, uncle!" A man in Tsing Yi agreed.
Luo Fei made a formula with her slender hands.
call out!
The flying sword more than two feet long behind turned into a stream of light, suspended in front of him, and immediately turned into a large sword more than a foot wide.
Luo Fei jumped lightly, and the white figure stepped on the flying sword like a flying swallow, stepping on it lightly.
call out!
The flying sword carried the beauty, and fled in the direction of the fluctuation in the northeast direction.
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"Hahaha! You juniors dare to speak wild words? Even if the old man is injured, killing your big cats and kittens is easy. Today I want you to know what it means that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse! "
Old man Fang was immediately laughed at by the dignity of a strong man in the golden core period.
Following the voice, a black shadow flashed, and Mr. Fang had already arrived in front of the nearest Foundation Establishment Stage monk.
Click!
With a sound, the man in Tsing Yi didn't even have time to dodge, and was being imprinted on the chest by Old Fang's palm. It was visible to the naked eye, the breastbone immediately sunken, the blood spurted from the mouth, and the body was thrown backwards like a bundle of straw in the wind .
"Old man, dare you!"
Wu Feng reacted the fastest, roared and pointed.
call out!
The flying sword immediately flashed out, turned into a stream of light and stabbed at Old Fang.
ding ding ding...
With the sound of a series of clashes of gold and iron, Mr. Fang clasped his fingers together to form a sword, and quickly blocked the series of attacks from the flying sword.
At the same time, amidst the loud laughter, his figure has already retreated.
"Hahaha! The old man said that killing you is like killing a dog! Just because of the face of Old Monster Feng, I don't care about you today, so I will go!"
Old Fang retreated back to the cave in a hurry. He didn't even have time to use the blood coffin, so he rolled up his sleeves, wrapped Zhang Yang up, and put his arms under his armpits.
Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, but did not resist.
Although the body of a Jindan Stage powerhouse cannot be compared with that of the same level of black rigidity, it is still very powerful after being transformed by mana, and Zhang Yang, who weighs more than a hundred catties, still looks very relaxed.
Ever since a group of people from the Sword Spirit Sect appeared, Zhang Yang began to look for an opportunity, always wanting to wait for the opportunity to escape when the two sides were in an inextricable fight.
Originally, according to Zhang Yang's estimation, a group of foundation-building monks from the Sword Spirit Sect should not be able to kill Old Fang, but it would definitely make his serious injury worse.
Then, after escaping by himself, the probability of success is quite high by relying on the blood slave, the purple stiff puppet, to fight back against Old Fang's pursuit. As long as you resist for a few days and completely remove the imprint of the spiritual consciousness at the heart, you will be completely free.
Unexpectedly, the group of people from the Sword Spirit Sect were so weak that they were instantly killed by Fang Laoer in just one round.
Now, Mr. Fang is holding Zhang Yang hostage, and he is about to escape. This made Zhang Yang anxious. Just when he was thinking about whether to take a risk and cause some troubles for Mr. Fang, he only heard Wu Feng yell: "Leave him! No matter what, don't let him run away!"
Crackling!
There was the sound of clothes fluttering everywhere, and people in Tsing Yi in the Qi Refining Stage waved their long swords one after another and surrounded the cave.
The seven foundation-building monks, including Wu Feng, were using flying swords.
The seven flying swords flickered like seven shooting stars, one after another, stabbing at Old Fang.
Ding ding ding!
Fang Laoer waved his sleeve robe to block these flying swords. With Zhang Yang under his arm, he still looked extremely relaxed, and he was about to break out of the encirclement. Once he escaped, he might be caught in the sea.
Bang bang bang!
Old man Fang rushed forward, punched several times, and knocked away several people in Tsing Yi who were blocking the way.
"Hahaha! I'm going!"
Old Fang laughed loudly, and when he stomped his feet on the ground, his figure was about to escape.
"Hmph! Old man, you are trapped in my Seven Star Sword Formation, can you still leave?"
Wu Feng snorted coldly.
When I saw it, it turned out that several foundation-building monks took advantage of the time when Fang Laoer beheaded the man in Tsing Yi, and they had already stepped on their respective positions and surrounded Fang Laoer.
Zhang Yang vaguely felt something was wrong. Suddenly, the scenery in front of him seemed to change, and the sky was full of stars, like a river of stars shining in the night sky.
Immediately afterwards, these starbursts shot down.
Old Fang's complexion changed, and he no longer had the relaxed expression he had at the beginning. Zhang Yang was clamped in his left arm, and only his right arm could move. When he waved his robe sleeve, he opened most of the stars, but there were also a few missing.
Zhang Yang's eyes widened in an instant, and his spiritual sense vaguely captured that several streamers of light were coming towards him.
Very fast! No time to react, no time to even think!
At the critical moment, Elder Fang turned around and had Zhang Yang in front of him, straightening his back to block the starlight.
Boo boo boo!
The starlight reached his body, and immediately turned into a sharp sword, stabbing old man Fang's back, like a defeated leather, making a dull sound, and bounced away one after another.
Even so, Old Fang also looked very uncomfortable, blood flashed across his face, and he became sickly rosy.
boom-
In an instant, Zhang Yang's head seemed to explode.
This... Mr. Fang actually sacrificed himself to defend himself from the attack
No matter what happened in the past two years, the kindness in Zhang Yang's heart has never disappeared.
For those monsters and even humans who attacked him, he didn't have the slightest psychological burden to kill them; but for those innocent people, he was still unable to kill them. He even helped the villagers in a mountain village at the foot of the mountain for free during the time he lived in the ancient tomb.
Before, Zhang Yang believed that Old Fang had ulterior motives, so he thought of a way to gather people from the Sword Spirit Sect together, lure them all over, and tried his best to prevent Old Fang from getting away easily.
But now, Mr. Fang actually sacrificed his life to save himself... In an instant, Zhang Yang felt that his conception for many days had collapsed.
Thinking about this period of time, although Mr. Fang made him feel palpitations and uneasiness, all his actions were for Zhang Yang's good, including preparing Qingyin pills to restore his speech ability, including making cold yin to quench his body. Soup…
"Am I doing it wrong?"
"I just suspected that Mr. Fang had ulterior motives, so I did everything possible to harm him... If this is not the case, then wouldn't I be a villain who will repay kindness and revenge?"
At this moment, Zhang Yang's heart was extremely messy.
Suddenly, a loud shout interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts.
"Junior, don't force this old man to kill you!"
Suddenly injured, old man Fang's eyes flashed with anger.
"Old man! Don't be stubborn! You are caught in the seven-star sword formation of my Sword Spirit Sect, do you still want to get out? Hurry up and get caught, come to my mountain gate to plead guilty, maybe the master master will spare your life. "
Wu Feng had a determined expression on his face, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
While talking, the fighting didn't stop.
Elder Fang moved quickly, and his figure was almost out of the range visible to the naked eye. He only saw a black shadow rushing left and right, spinning back and forth, like a black whirlwind.
However, the meteor-like sword light in the sky locked onto that black shadow, no matter where he rushed, countless starlights would shoot out, and there was no chance of escaping.
Zhang Yang was next to Old Man Fang, and he could feel clearly that his figure seemed to be getting faster and faster, but his face was becoming more and more sickly red, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier.
Zhang Yang's heart also tugged.
Leaving aside his own attitude towards the old man, whether he wishes him good or bad - on this point, Zhang Yang is completely confused.
As far as the current situation is concerned, if even a down-and-out tiger like Fang Laoer can't break through the seven-star sword formation, Zhang Yang's chance of success with his purple hair is probably very slim.
In any case, I hope that Old Fang will break out of the encirclement.
The battle is getting more and more intense, entering a white-hot state.
The seven foundation-building stage monks were stepping on their feet, twiddling their fingers lightly, pinching the magic arts, with a light and unrestrained look.
Under their command, the seven flying swords whirled swiftly, turning into streams of light all over the sky, like a huge silver net, tightly covering Old Fang, and dots of starlight kept shooting down.
It didn't take a while for Fang Laoer to be caught repeatedly, and the robe on his body had long been turned into strips of cloth, looking extremely embarrassed.
Finally, Old Fang was also beaten out of his anger, ready to go all out.
"Okay! Since you don't know how to live or die, this old man will fulfill you!"
He shouted and waved his hand.
Woohoo!
Amidst the whirling sound of a spinning top, a square seal was thrown out, rising against the wind, reaching a height of several meters in a blink of an eye.
At the moment when the seal was sacrificed, Zhang Yang clearly felt Fang Laoer's body swaying, and he looked very weak. I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart, thinking to myself that it's no wonder that Mr. Fang had a unique trick but didn't use it sooner. It turned out that it was because of the huge consumption, and I don't know if this sick body can bear it.
Moreover, judging by the size of this seal, it is far inferior to what I saw last time. In the last battle with that strong man surnamed Ye, this seal was tens of meters high, but now it is only a few meters high.
These thoughts just flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.
Elder Fang stretched out his finger, and Bafangyin smashed it head-on towards a monk in the foundation-building period in the northwest corner.