Uejo, this guy actually won?

He actually used his strength to kill the saint in the right seat of God when he didn't make a small move?

Frankly speaking, in fact, when he saw the defeat of the hedgehog head guy just now, Fang Hong had thought about doing something, after all, Shangjo was his friend when he was a friend, so he couldn't really let him become a hero Yang Guo...... And there is no Eagle Brother and Little Dragon Girl to accompany him here.

However, he won, although the way of victory was a bit tricky, but this guy really relied on himself to take down one of the members of the right seat of the gods, which made Fang Hong a little surprised, of course, it seems that he should have paid so much effort after all, and he helped make armor and help get nutrient solution, and he also gave up his old face to ask Eri Yi and Retilly, so it would be a shame to say that this guy in Shangjo lost the battle.

The hedgehog-headed boy panted and looked at the human body that was knocked down in the water by himself, even if he was now floating on the water and lost his mobility, Shangjo Dangma still couldn't help but feel a little afraid, this is really too dangerous, even if there is no magic increase, the power of the sea called by the water is not something that a random transcendent person can bear, when Ma feels that if it is not for the shattering of the god to defeat the demon and absorb this continuous magic, it is estimated that he can directly put it in the pot as a cake and eat it.

Since his family knows his own affairs, Kamijo Dangma knows that his right hand has a very strong advantage against monolithic solid-state magic, but if it is continuous magic...... The continuous impact can be very difficult for even the 'Fantasy Killer' to deal with, and at the end of the day, the 'Fantasy Killer' is only a short distance from the finger to the palm of the hand.

"Of course, I can't live up to your cultivation, right!" The hedgehog-headed young man smiled cheerfully in the direction where Fang Hong was, but because the lights in this building were extinguished, he could only see the reflection on his big white teeth, and then, then-

Poof!?

With a thud, the body fell into the sewage under his feet.

……

"This guy, really. ”

Although the environment is gloomy, but the magicians can still clearly see the scene in this dim environment through the vision enhanced by magic, he shook his head speechlessly, ready to wade in and bring up the two guys who were already lying in the muddy water, William is okay to say, this guy is estimated to be a saint for a while, how can the stigma protect him from drowning, if the 'rear water' in the right seat of the god drowns, this is simply the biggest joke in the world.

However, the water in the rear can't die, and this guy is an honest human, so he has to be lifted out of the water quickly to avoid drowning.

Fang Hong had just waded through the water and walked forward less than two meters away, when suddenly the cold hairs on his whole body exploded, and the chill from his spiritual instinct instantly made him stop, and he subconsciously blasted out a white ball of light the size of a human head in the direction where the sense of crisis had stolen.

Yang Yuan, the word for war.

At the same moment that the Yang Yuan magic ball emitted a strong light, Fang Hong's own celestial will immediately affected the azure runes hidden on the blood wall in his body, driving them to flow rapidly in his body like a hunter driving away a flock of sheep, and the huge magic power quickly transformed the mage's body into a celestial body......

Obviously, a dazzling pattern magic ball is not enough to block the attacker, ordinary magicians or superpowers simply can't sneak into such a close distance of the transcendental, people who can come to their side and only be discovered by themselves at the moment of attacking, even if they are not extraordinary, they are definitely not much weaker, Fang Hong's thought moved, and a large number of black celestial wills spread quickly like flying insects, and the thoughts hooked the qi (Yuan Force) of the surrounding nature and quickly turned into a large number of dazzling pattern magic balls the size of a basketball.

These magic balls were like fireflies, illuminating this damp space that was a little dark because the lights were extinguished, and in this only white light, a sharp arc moon-shaped reflection entered Fang Hong's line of sight, and his mind was racing, and the magician Fang Hong immediately flicked the ring on his finger and summoned his own spirit costume through the nano character-

It was a long stick made of silver and black lines, and carried a lot of rock patterns.

Immediately, Fang Hong grasped the lower end of the Fu Demon Stick, twisted his waist, and a large amount of magic power poured into the long stick body and swung it in the direction that the Arc Moon swept from.

- When !!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the disintegrating sparks fell into the knee-high sewage, extinguishing in an instant...... The attacker did not entangle with Fang Hongduo, but quickly retreated, submerging into the shadow behind him.

"Martial Saint? No, you don't have the abundant qi and blood power of a Martial Saint, but you are a little light...... Who the hell is it?"

Fang Hong glanced at Retilly Dagururod beside him, and motioned to the little girl to take Kamijo Dangma and William Orwell, who had lost their combat effectiveness, out of here, after all, the two of them didn't have much strength left, and if they continued to soak in the water, they might be drowned, not to mention, if they were caught by the other party as hostages, wouldn't it be a cocoon.

Although Rhaetili looks small, just like the double ponytail Lori that the strange uncle likes, but if you really think of her as a little girl who doesn't know anything, it would be a big mistake, she didn't make much noise, and also nodded slightly to indicate that she knew, and then threw the killer rabbit doll out, and the killer rabbit Alice quickly grew into a muscular under the supply of magic, it groped in the sewage to find the water behind it to resist on its shoulder, and then ran towards Restili, who had already picked up the upper strip as a numb.

The intruders in the darkness did not stop or answer Fang Hong's question, they were silent like this, as if they were happy to see the scene where Fang Hong was left alone.

"Alright, it's just the two of us now, let's come out, Mr. Samurai. ”

Although it was only one fight, Fang Hong still sensed from the feeling of the impact of the demon wand that the weapon held by the other party should be a katana, and the essence of the ability could not be seen through, but from the breath, it was not a martial saint.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Fang, I attacked you suddenly, please be careful, I have a reason why I have to do this. ”

The shadows closed, and a Japanese man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a black kimono and stepping on clogs, stepped out, holding a black and red wooden-handled sword, and staring at the magician in front of him with clear eyes.

"Why did you have to attack me?"

Fang Hong narrowed his eyes, judging from the level of the battle just now, the other party was also able to reach the level of the Transcendent Second Order and the Divine Crack Fire Blazing before he went to the Demon Capital, although it was a little troublesome, but Fang Hong didn't think that he could kill himself.

"Did the Fire on the Right send you?"

Fang Hong plucked a crimson fire lotus flower from mid-air, and just wanted to say something and was about to taunt the little red thug who didn't know where to hide, but before he could say anything, a string suddenly connected in his head, and the words he wanted to say were suddenly stuck in his throat.

Wait, the fire on the right?

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