After observing it almost, and being touched by Zhou Tong next to him, Fang Huairan came back to his senses, remembering the question of the opponent he had booked before, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he replied teasingly: "Yes! Feihong City felt very faceless about the fact that the forty-seventh defense zone was breached several times, so let us come over! A few Taoist friends looked extraordinary, or everyone would discuss the amount and give us their spirit core, and we would let you go, how about it?"

As soon as the words fell, I heard the only monk in the early stage of the five cultivators of the Nightmare Clan shouting loudly, and said in the human language: "Fart! I think you hurry up and offer the Yuan Baby, and we will let you live!"

Speaking of this, the Nightmare Clan monk in the early stage of the Transformation of God pointed at the two deputy generals of the forty-seventh district behind Fang Huairan and said, "Especially the two of you, don't try to save your life today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Huairan laughed and pouted disdainfully: "It's really uncultivated! I lose my temper when I don't agree with each other, and I have cultivated to the dog for so many years!"

When the Nightmare Clan monk in the early stage of God Transformation heard Fang Huairan's ridicule, a violent look flashed on his face, and he was about to open his mouth to scold back, but the late stage monk who spoke before raised his right hand and stopped him, and said in a cold tone: "It's not interesting to play these words, let's see the truth under your hands!"

"It's exactly what I want!" With that, Fang Huairan's body flashed with blue light, and the green jade dragon sword faintly appeared, and the body and sword rushed towards the selected Nightmare Clan in the late stage of the Transformation God.

Fang Huairan's body moved, and Zhou Tong also followed the purple light, and rushed towards another of the five cultivators in the late stage of transformation with a sword.

As soon as the two of them rushed over, the two lieutenants of the 47th Defense District exchanged glances at each other, and their bodies were all gone, not advancing but retreating, taking advantage of the opportunity of the five repairs on the opposite side to be slightly stunned, and galloped back in the direction of Feihong City.

The two of them rushed to this point, and the previous Nightmare Clan in the early stage of the Transformation of God couldn't help but burst into a foul language in the words of the Nightmare Clan, and then with the two monks in the middle stage of the Transformation of the Gods, bypassed Fang Huairan and Zhou Tong, and chased after the two lieutenants who retreated.

Because the Nightmare Clan monks are fighting, they need to ingest the opponent into their own nightmare space, but this intake is a certain distance, too far away, or there is other interference, the Nightmare Clan monks can't ingest it out of thin air.

Therefore, when the enemy retreats without a fight, the Nightmare Clan monk can only pursue, in order to shorten the distance between the two sides.

However, the battle of other monks is also like this, only by closing the distance can they fight, and the matter of taking people's heads thousands of miles away only exists in those illogical classics in Fang Huairan's hometown, of course, the magic of witchcraft is counted separately.

Fang Huairan didn't care about the two lieutenant generals who retreated behind him, the green light in his eyes lit up, and the blue water true pupils opened to the extreme, staring at his opponent's late-stage Nightmare Clan monk.

I saw the purple tail behind the Nightmare Clan monk, and at the same time, the Natal Nightmare Beast beside him was also shining with purple light, just when Fang Huairan wondered what the use of this was, he suddenly heard the Nightmare Beast make a groaning sound, and then Fang Huairan saw that the surrounding space was blurred and distorted.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding space returned to normal, Fang Huairan looked left and right, and found that he appeared in a purple mist space, no longer outside the original Feihong City.

The green light in his eyes was shining, and he could vaguely see something behind the purple mist, according to his previous position, Fang Huairan guessed that the outside of the fog should still be outside Feihong City, but the blue water true pupil could not see through the space barrier, so he could only combine the previous image and half-guess that it was.

Without waiting for Fang Huairan to continue observing, a purple light suddenly flashed in the space, and the nightmare clan in the late stage of the transformation of the god appeared, but the nightmare beast beside him before was now gone, and it was obvious that it had already incarnated this purple space.

As soon as he saw his opponent come out, Fang Huairan smiled slightly and asked, "Fellow Daoist, in your space, can the monks outside sense the situation inside?"

Fang Huairan's question made the Nightmare Clan in the late stage of the Transformation of God stunned for a moment, and then thought of something, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, and said coldly: "A cultivator in the Fusion Stage who cultivates the Pupil Technique should be able to see through it, but a cultivator in the Cultivation Period, unless he cultivates a special Pupil Technique that can see through the space, he will generally not be able to see through it! You can die here with peace of mind, no one will save you!"

"That's it! Then there must be no Merge Stage monk who has the spare strength to peep at me, I can rest assured! Thank you Daoyou for clarifying your doubts, and I'll give you a good time in a while!" Fang Huairan nodded, and the blue light on his body burst out, carrying the brilliant sword power, and rushed towards the Nightmare Clan monk.

Fang Huairan's jumping lines made the Nightmare Clan monk stunned again, and then thought of being teased by Fang Huairan again and again today, no matter how good his cultivation was, his face couldn't help but flash with anger, and he shouted violently, the nails of his hands stretched out violently, and after being more than a meter long, the golden light flashed, and the surrounding metallic heaven and earth aura quickly gathered towards the nails.

In a few breaths, ten fingernails turned into ten golden thin swords, and at the same time, the surrounding purple space was also full of golden light, countless golden flying knives were instantly formed, and the pear blossoms rushed towards Fang Huairan like a torrential rain.

Although Fang Huairan rushed forward, his speed was actually not fast, and he wanted to try what moves the Nightmare Clan had, but now he saw that the surrounding space absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turned into a metallic flying knife to attack him, and the Nightmare Clan's monk body was also attacking with a metallic thin sword, and his heart was settled.

When they discussed with Zhou Tong before, the two of them felt that compared to the Soul Eater Clan, the Nightmare Clan Fang Huairan was easier to deal with, because most of the Nightmare Clan monks matched the Five Elements Attribute whether they were attacking or in the Nightmare Space, and the Nightmare Clan monks had a lot of physical cultivation, so whether it was Yin Yang Xuanguang or the Innate Five-Colored Divine Light, they all restrained the Nightmare Clan a lot.

Now seeing that the Nightmare Clan monk in the late stage of the Transformation God opposite turned out to be a monk of the metal technique, the corners of Fang Huairan's mouth turned up slightly, and the wings of the wind and thunder suddenly flapped, and the speed increased, and he rushed over.

Soon, Fang Huairan clearly saw that the sarcastic smile on the face of the late-stage Nightmare Clan of the Transformation God was getting closer and closer, and just as Fang Huairan's quick eyes approached the spread radius of the Yin and Yang Xuanguang, the metallic flying knives in the surrounding space shot over first.

Fang Huairan let out a soft snort, and a waist-thick five-colored pillar of light emanated from his left hand, instantly sweeping around his body at three hundred and sixty degrees. I saw a scene that made the nightmare clan on the opposite side unforgettable for a lifetime: all the flying knives were fixed in mid-air, and a small number of flying knives actually turned around and shot at themselves!