Fang Jiliu looked at the group of people who had been killed halfway, and at present, only the scoundrel in front of him could be regarded as having the strength to fight. The remaining three had not yet entered the cultivation, and Fang Jiliu adjusted the sword named "Spring Tree" in his hand into a horizontal splitting style and said, "Don't meddle with things!"

Wang Luoxin said that this kid is very bad, he just played sneak attack with one hand, but now it's good, tell yourself the reason?

Where will I have the opportunity to stay?

Taking advantage of this small world, Wang Luo moved to a stone bridge in an instant.

His hands smashed down in the shape of fists, and the four-meter-wide stone bridge under his feet suddenly turned into rubble. But he didn't hear the sound of "boom" and fell, and the gravel was as if the air was still.

Fang Jiliu, who was standing in place, suddenly felt that the aura around him seemed to change, and the whole person fell into a panic invisibly.

"Enchantment?" Fang Jiliu snorted coldly.

One stone starts, and ten thousand follow.

Like a goddess scattering flowers, Fang Jiliu stared at the stones flying in front of him, and his pupils dilated rapidly.

One.

Two pieces.

Tens of thousands!

How can there be such a way of fighting? Fang Jiliu borrowed the momentum of the sword and broke them one by one with ingenious techniques, but after all, the manpower was limited, so he stood in place like this, and was hit by stones one after another.

The stones that had been blocked splashed to both sides and entered the bridge for three minutes.

"Luo Gongzi is good at borrowing the stones of his mountain to attack it, wonderful!" Zhu Yelang, who was watching from afar, praised.

Zhao Qianshu on the side stared at his eyes, looked at Zhu Yelang cautiously, and was not far behind, clapped his hands and swallowed his saliva: "Awesome!"

Fang Jiliu did not dare to move in a passive manner, even if a little flaw was exposed, this small pebble hit the body, and it was either dead or disabled. In this way, a stick of incense is maintained, showing a tug-of-war trend, and the king is also very happy to fall, taking advantage of the terrain, anyway, there are many stone bridges here. You're blocking the flow of the Fang Ji like this? 8864 bridges, it's a big deal, I'll tear them all down for you.

In the gap between Wang Luo's smashing of another stone bridge, Fang Ji, whose pale face lingered and retreated, making a rather exaggerated and conceited action.

The sword is facing the sky, and there are flaws.

Wang Luo saw that the boy with his back then plunged his sword into the stone bridge under his feet, and the whole small world shook with it.

"The yellow leaves are falling, and the hometown is gone, you have other mountains and rocks, and I am in charge of the hometown month. Fang Jiliu said silently.

Fang Ji Liu, the momentum of the whole person has changed.

The willow trees in the small world are like peeling off the cocoon, the spring buds are peeled off, and they fly to the stones with the power of heaven and earth.

One for one!

Pieces are broken.

Like a fisherman casting a net, he can open more and more when he withdraws his strength.

Without giving Wang Luo any respite, Fang Jiliu drew his sword, and the blade of the sword went to the ground, sparks flew everywhere.

There is a storm coming.

"It's now!" Fang Jiliu leapt into the air and found the dead hole in the king's back.

If this sword goes down, this person will surely die.

But there was still a figure of Wang Luo in front of him, and there was a cold feeling on his back, and Wang Luo appeared behind Fang Jiliu in a strange manner.

An elbow slammed into the back of Fangjiliu, and the whole person fell like a meteor.

Crashed straight into the bridge, which was destroyed and the intersecting current was buried in the middle.

"Awesome!" Zhao Qianshu, who was watching from the other side, couldn't help but jump up and applaud again and again, causing a burst of ridicule from the two people next to him.

It is also commendable to tout it to such an extent.

The Fangji flow buried by the rubble, the seven orifices bleed, and the whole person's muscles and bones were involved.

He remembered what his master had said: "People are not fancy enough, and the sword they play cannot be distracted." ”

Wang Luo, who was staring at the ruins, muttered to himself, "Dead?"

The kid's back hand just now, now that I think about it, I'm really a little afraid. If it weren't for the help of this small world, how could he easily escape behind the opponent just now.

"Bang ......"

The ruins were broken, and I heard the sound of the sword first, and I saw the sword man.

At this time, Wang Luo was not thinking about evacuation, but about the day when he would have to find a sword.

If you don't have a sword, how can you call a good person?

And how to kill the enemy with a sword?

How do you play handsome?

The king fell on the spot and turned over, a move of the immortal to guide the way, and he punched out with his hand, which was natural.

The fist was like a raindrop, and the momentum of the sword gang of the Fang Ji flow could not be held, the sound of the sky was loud, and the thunder rumbled.

Zhu Yelang, who was a bystander, frowned, staring at the two people in the battlefield, not daring to slack off in the slightest. Although this Fang Ji Flow is only a fourth-order Vientiane Realm from the Heavens, its power should not be underestimated.

His master Huang Liuxian once said that cultivation lies in the heart, and the only thing that tests a person's future avenue is how high he can climb, which is this Vientiane Realm.

"100,000 miles from the sky, everything is suffering. That's the best way to put it down.

Twenty years ago, there was a disciple of Buddhism, who entered the Tao with Vientiane, led the great atmosphere of heaven and earth, and became a fruit of his own. Go to the Flame Country alone, and with the power of one person, coerce the Son of Heaven to stop the war.

That "Flame Country" trip, like entering a no-man's land, the ten heavenly masters of the Flame Country surrounded and chased and intercepted, all of them passed five levels and killed six generals all the way.

And that Buddhist disciple finally disappeared into the world, and someone once said that this person is the strongest fourth order in the world!

And right now, this Fang Ji Flow seems to have a little bit of meaning, it seems that the foundation of the fourth order is much better than ordinary people.

Fang Jiliu stabbed the king with a sword and fell into the weakness of the fist, and the two of them came and went.

Wang Luo was in the battle with Fang Ji Liu, and had observed the weaknesses of Fang Ji Liu with his "tongue battle group of Confucians", but strangely enough, the man in front of him seemed to be unable to find anything to attack.

This made Wang Luo a bit of a monk who was a little bit of a monk and confused.

"Boy, there's something strange about you. The king retreated a few steps behind, and asked without dwelling.

Fang Jiliu took a breath of change from his sword, and said with a smile: "Those who are about to die, I might as well tell you that I was born to be the fourth order in this world." ”

Wang Luo knew in his heart, no wonder that the Vientiane Realm for more than ten years could not be shaken by ordinary people simply.

"Although I don't know why you suddenly intervened, and I have no grievances with you, this woman is not an ordinary person. I advise you to leave now, and let's write it off. Fang Jiliu then spoke.

Wang Luo loosened his body bones, and the upper and lower bones of his body made a "collapse" sound, narrowing the entire small world in a circle.

Little by little, the gravel under his feet condensed into a knife.

Where can I still rely on the words of the kid in front of him, striding with a knife, slashing towards Fang Jiliu: "Didn't your father tell you, don't hit women?"

Fang Jiliu stood in place, drawing the ground as a circle with his toes, and his sword moves were wide open, as if he was just waiting for the king to fall in.

"Nosy, brave and brave, there are many people like you in this world, and the bones can be piled up to cover the Liang Hai behind you. Fang Jiliu's eyes were cold, and the ground under his feet was actually glowing with red flames.

"Wang Luo! beware!" Guan Ju at the stone bridge stretched out one hand into the air and shouted urgently.