() Sikong forgave and said: "Seeing that you are stinking and not dry, am I not as good as you?" As soon as his body moved, he stretched out his left hand to catch Fang Zhong. Fang Zhong raised his sword and flirted it, and sealed the front of his body with a move, although this sword was not very fancy, it was very sophisticated. Sikong Liang retracted his left hand and said with a smile: "This move seems to be similar, and it has a lot of heat." With a fan in his right hand, a blue ghostly fire flew out, burning his lower plate. It was very easy for Fang Zhong to avoid this move, but he didn't want to fight with Sikong Liang, he just wanted to get out, his steps moved back, he retreated, and the door that he was originally guarding suddenly showed a flaw. Sikong Liang glanced at this opportunity, rushed over and wanted to catch someone, but saw several fireballs suddenly appear in front of him, and his face was hot under the blazing flames, and he had already rolled in front of him. The fluff rang a few times, and the fire was all swept away. Sikong Liang was blocked, and when the fire was extinguished, he chased forward, and there was still half a figure of Fang Zhong in front of him.

Sikong Liang suddenly felt that it was not good, and he sacrificed the fan, and the person stepped on the fan to look left and right, but there was no figure of Fang Zhong under his feet. Sikong forgave his heart and said that this must be to get out by means of the escape technique, since Fang Zhong is with those two Daoists, he will definitely get together, as long as he catches those two Daoists, he will not worry about not seeing Fang Zhong. Hurriedly turned his head to look for Puxuan and meditation. How did they know that as soon as the two Daoists saw Sikong Liang and Fang Zhong making a move, they had already sacrificed the talisman and fled, running faster than Fang Zhong. In addition to drawing spells and talismans to inspect feng shui, he has a set of feng shui, and his ability to cut people is not good, but his kung fu of escaping is first-class.

Sikong forgave the two ends of the failure, scolded his mother angrily, and then thought about it, although the escape skills of those two Taoists back then were peculiar, they could not last, and they would appear after a while, as long as he was in a hurry, he would have nothing to hide. Sikong forgave himself and thought: "I don't believe that I can't always catch you!" He didn't know that Pu Xuan couldn't last long because of his lack of mana, but Fang Zhong wasn't, if he wanted to run away, he really couldn't catch it. Sikong Liang looked at the woods in the direction of Zhiyi Pavilion, and the two of them were still fighting above, but they both left a sense of proportion between their hands. Ma Wu's teapot never took off his hand, and the man wearing the hat did not draw his sword, as if he didn't want to show his skills too much. Sikong Liang estimated that the direction in which Fang Zhong retreated would not be to go to the Heavenly Master Dao, and if he wanted to go, he would not go down the mountain but would run up the mountain, and after making up his mind, he took out a fan and tracked it down behind the hut.

Fang Zhong took advantage of the ground to escape and ran in the direction of the mausoleum, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the entrance of the mausoleum, so he took the retreat technique and waited for the arrival of Puxuan and Dingguan, but the two Taoists were not seen left and right. Fang Zhong wondered in his heart, he had clearly said that he would meet here, why didn't he come for so long, even if he walked slower along the way, it was time to arrive in several sacrifices, would there be any accidents? Fang Zhong was restless, waited for a while, and suddenly heard the sound of the wind, Fang Zhong only said Puxuan and Dingguan came, and said happily: "I'm here." After taking a few steps, I saw Sikong Liang closing the fan to the ground, and Sen Ran smiled: "Sure enough, here, you don't have to call, I'm here." Fang Zhongqi said: "Why are you again?" What about the two Taoist masters? Turning his head and looking around, Puxuan and Dingguan did not appear. Sikong forgave not answering Fang Zhong's question, he was afraid that Fang Zhong would use the escape technique to escape again, so he folded his fan and jumped up. This move made sure that Fang Zhong was in a hurry and had no time to perform the escape technique, and then captured him in a flash of lightning. This time, the shot was much faster. It's a pity that Sikong Liang underestimated Fang Zhong's ability to fight in close quarters, his fan had just been clicked, and Fang Zhong's swordsmanship was also unleashed, using the Thirty-six Styles of Longyou Four Seas. This set of swordsmanship is very complicated, it is the most profound set of swordsmanship that Fang Zhong has learned so far, and it was surrounded by Fang Zhong's rapid dance, and the surrounding water did not leak. Sikong forgave the frustration of the offensive, and couldn't help but shout: "Good! "Even if you have outstanding swordsmanship, this cultivation skill is not skillful, and he is clumsy and clever, and he will definitely not be able to resist it if he lacks skill. That fan is made of dark iron, and he is not afraid of swords, so he only cares about coming in.

The fan attacked the sword light, and only heard a click, and the fan bone was eliminated a small part. Sikong Liang was taken aback, hurriedly retracted the fan, and said angrily: "What kind of sword are you, dare to hurt my blade." Fang Zhong said: "I don't know, it was given to me by others, if you like it, ask others for a handle." In fact, even he himself doesn't know the origin of this sword, so he has nothing to say. Sikong forgave and said: "It seems that if you don't lose some hands and feet on you, you can't admit defeat." That's it, I've always been kind enough to humble you for three points, and since you don't appreciate it, I don't need to be polite. Suddenly, he raised his hand and held out a small purple gold incense burner, leaving two holes in the stove lid, he slapped the purple gold incense burner, and shouted softly: "The ghost has appeared!" A yīn wind flew out from the two holes of the incense burner and quickly diffused, enveloping the surrounding area of dozens of zhang.

With the yīn wind rises is a faint gloomy cloud and miserable mist, which is the waning moon in the sky, the light is unclear, and it looks like yīn forest. Fang Zhong exclaimed, "You let go of the ghost!?" Sikong forgave him: "That's also because I was forced by you, if it was normal, I wouldn't be willing to use it." Fang Zhong opened his eyes to see what kind of ghost he was releasing from the service, but everywhere was white and cloudy, and he didn't know where the ghost was hiding, and even the surrounding scenery was gradually indistinguishable. Sikong Liang sneered in the fog: "Little brother still doesn't know what the nickname is, now I will tell you, I am also called the white-haired ghost in the next." Why my friend gave me this nickname, the little brother soon knew. After speaking, the figure disappeared faintly in the gloomy mist.

Fang Zhong only felt a cold mist, oozing cold down his spine, and he couldn't help but shiver. Suddenly, someone next to him sneered: "Look at the move!" Fang Zhong hurriedly slashed a sword diagonally, but it fell short. With a snap, someone had already slapped him his body, but fortunately, Fang Zhong's cultivation had already been rooted and he was not injured.

A thick fog where he had just been slashed by the sword gathered and dispersed, gradually disappearing. Fang Zhong shook his hand and several pieces of rune paper flew out, and several flames hit the depths of the dense fog.

"Hahaha, just with that little bit of fur ability, you don't have to waste your efforts, if you don't want to suffer from flesh and skin, just admit defeat obediently."

"I'm not beating you, I'm just borrowing light to get around. I will not be accompanied by the next. Fang Zhong had already seen the entrance to the mausoleum at the moment when Fang had just set the fire, and he pulled away and ran there. In the fog, he could only hear Sikong Liang sneering: "You can't escape, there are ghosts in this fog, as long as you are still a living person, you can't even think of hiding." But as soon as the words fell, I saw that a gap suddenly opened where Fang Zhong was running, and Fang Zhong slipped into it through the stone door. Sikong Liang showed his figure in the fog, and also ran to the entrance of the mausoleum, opened his probe, and scolded: "The little ghost head ran here and thought that I wouldn't chase it, even if it was heaven and earth, he would catch you." "The purple gold incense burner was collected by the yīn wind, and after a while, the fog cleared and the sky was clear, revealing a tomb door. Sikong forgave him and chased him in from the stone gate.