Sima Mingkong saw that Fang Zhong, who was a fierce face, actually opened his mouth to speak, and without asking, he knew that this one was the body, and the remaining two were fake, Sima Mingkong said sharply: "The paper kite puppet is about you." With a fierce palm, the coiling snake sword hovering beside him roared softly, and then turned into a silver long snake and pounced down. Under the attack of Mo Yun's hand and the snake sword, it is like dark clouds and lightning when the rainstorm comes in the sky, trying to annihilate the tiny dust on the ground. At this moment, Sima Mingkong was already doing his best, just trying his best to put Fang Zhong in place, he had a bad premonition, and he always felt that Fang Zhong in front of him was different from Fang Cai, as if he was a different person.

When Fang Zhong saw the dark clouds rolling and the sword light shining, all of them coming towards him, he suddenly changed and said, "Why only hit me!?" As soon as the words fell, they were drowned out by the dark clouds and sword light shot out by Sima Mingkong. I only heard Fang Zhongwu scolding inside: "It's hateful, you don't even have a blade to take advantage of, you two are really too eccentric." "Thunder was rolling inside, as if it was a thunder spell alone. Sima Mingkong felt strange, which two were he talking about, was he talking about Qian Wenyi and King Yaoying? Seeing that this Fang Zhong was trapped by Mo Yun's hand, and the snake sword kept strangling, Sima Mingkong was overjoyed, as long as it didn't take a moment, Fang Zhong would definitely die here. Originally, I wanted to catch a live mouth, but who knew that this kid was really difficult, so I had to do it.

Sima Mingkong's mind was only on this trapped Fang Zhong, who knew that the other Fang Zhong, who was standing not far away, had a flash of arrogance on his face, and laughed loudly: "I am stupid, but I blame others, see me come to kill this old man to relieve your hatred!" Immediately, the figure flashed, and in a blink of an eye, Sima Mingkong approached, holding a fiery red sword, the body of the sword exuded a scorching aura, and his head covered his face and slashed down. Sima Mingkong didn't expect that this Fang Zhong was also alive, and he suddenly made a fuss, his coiling snake sword was not in his hand, and Mo Yun's hand didn't have time to fight, fortunately, there was a small sword, and he hurriedly flew out to fight Fang Zhong. As soon as this arrogant Fang Zhong came up, he was the jīng trick in the Cloud Sweeping Rain Sword, dancing a red cloud to suppress Sima Mingkong.

The rain of fire turned into countless sword lights knocked Sima Mingkong, who was sitting on the back of the ox, to the point that he only had the ability to parry and had no power to fight back, not that Sima Mingkong's swordsmanship was inferior to Fang Zhong, but that he couldn't use his strength after his right arm was injured. Sima Ming said angrily while fighting: "Who are you?" The arrogant Fang Zhong shouted: "I am Fang Zhong, don't you know the old horseman!" The corner of Sima Mingkong's eyes swept away the place trapped by Mo Yun's hand and the snake sword in the distance, where there was still thunder, and he immediately regretted it, feeling that he had hit the wrong person, although the previous Fang Zhong was vivid, after all, it was still fake. I don't know what kind of skills this Fang Zhong has used to make such a similar person, but if there is really any external incarnation, Sima Mingkong at Fang Zhong's age categorically does not believe it.

Fang Zhong volleyed down into the air, a set of cloud-turning and rain-shaking sword techniques had not yet been cast, and the small sword in Sima Ming's empty hand let out a wail, choked, and broke into two. Fang Zhong laughed wildly and said, "Come on, old puffer!" The fire rock sword stabbed straight down without any barrier, Sima Mingkong showed panic on his face, threw away the remnant sword, and flashed his body to the side, revealing his injured right shoulder. Fang Zhong's sword thrust into Sima Mingkong's right shoulder with a pop, and suddenly a scorching smell came out, and his shoulder was burned by the scorching qi generated by the fire rock sword. Sima Mingkong roared in pain, but his eyes flashed, and he said sharply: "Junior, you have been fooled, let the deity teach you what it means to win in defeat!" As soon as his right hand grasped the Fire Rock Sword, no matter how it burned, he didn't let Fang Zhong pull it out, raised his left hand that abandoned the sword, and with a palm in front of him, he shouted viciously: "Mo Yun Hand!" With such a close distance, Fang Zhong couldn't avoid it, and the huge palm print hit Fang Zhong's body and flew out like a kite with a broken string.

This arrogant Fang Zhong was beaten into a blur, but he always held on to the Fire Rock Sword and did not let go, and when his body flew out, he also pulled the sword out of Sima Mingkong's shoulder. Sima Ming's face turned pale, and he said angrily: "Look at you are not dead!" "Such a palm force hit the flesh and blood, the tendons must have broken and broken, and the five internal organs were shattered, but although Fang Zhong's breath weakened when he flew out, he did not spit out a mouthful of blood, and he did not even break his body at all.

Fang Zhong fell down far away with a thud, but soon struggled to stand up with the flint sword on his club, and laughed arrogantly: "Good fight, good fight, one sword for one palm is not wronged, old man, you can't kill me." "His figure flickered and flickered, very strange. Sima Mingkong was so shocked that his hair stood on end, only to feel that this son was like a ghost, such a powerful palm could not be killed, but he was even hit hard. Sima Mingkong finally became timid, no matter whether these two Fang Zhong were true or not, he didn't want to distinguish between them.

Sima Mingkong's courage was frustrated, and he turned his head to find one or two helpers, but saw in the distance that the two masked people who had been called by himself to kill Jin Chrysanthemum were surrounding the front of the carriage, one of them had already removed his mask, held a long sword, and looked at his feet in a daze. The other masked man clutched his chest and fell to the ground.

The masked man with the sword in his chest seemed to be dead, covered his wound and said hoarsely, "Senior Brother Jia, you ...... How are you going to kill me? It was Jia Liancheng from Huayangmen who took off his mask, and he was also dumbfounded at this moment, and the long sword in his hand kept trembling. Xiao Lan's voice in the carriage said softly: "Brother Jia, Xiao Lan will not forget your great kindness, but if you don't kill him, he will go back and tell the master, what can you do then?" ”

Jia Liancheng's face was full of panic, cold sweat trickled down, and he could barely hold the sword steadily, but said stupidly: "What should I do?" What to do? ”

Xiaolan's voice said faintly: "I know what to do, Brother Jia, look at me......"

Jia Liancheng raised his head blankly, looked at the carriage, and then smiled, as if he saw something very pleasing to the eye, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt down. There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and he stretched out his hand to grab it into the carriage, Xiaolan's voice was extremely gentle, almost making people feel weak: "Brother Jia, what are you anxious about, how annoying this person at his feet is, he wants to arrest me." ”

Jia Liancheng didn't hesitate this time, raised his sword and gently stretched out, stabbing the dying man to death. It just so happened that Sima Mingkong shouted: "Master Jia's nephew come over to help, the idea is pricked!" Jia Liancheng heard the shouting, and suddenly woke up as if in a dream, he looked down at his feet, and then looked at the carriage, screamed like a ghost, threw away his sword, turned his head and ran, ignoring Sima Mingkong's shout, and fled in a blink of an eye.

Sima Mingkong was anxious and angry, and was about to find another helper, but at this moment, Fang Zhong, who was riding on the back of the hideous beast, had gathered his qi, and the surrounding dust was windless and automatic, slowly rotating around Fang Zhong. When the first two Fang Zhong started, although this one Fang Zhong rode on the hideous beast, but he never killed it, Sima Mingkong was busy dealing with the first two, although his eyes swept over, and saw that he was not moving like a mud bodhisattva, so he relaxed jǐngti, who knew that this Fang Zhong was also alive, but he kept condensing his true qi, until the momentum rose to the point that he could no longer rise, then there was a light roar, the hideous beast came like electricity, the blue sword light burst out, and a faint dragon head flashed, and Sima Mingkong who was sitting on the back of the cow was swallowed up in one bite. This move is the constriction form in the Ascending Dragon Sword Technique.

Sima Mingkong was provoked by the sharp sword light, shouted, and flew straight into the air involuntarily.

A figure also rose to the sky, and quickly drew his sword around Sima Mingkong. As soon as the dragon flew into the sky, Sima Mingkong hit several swords, and the blood was marked, but he fought with his palms, and the two of them exchanged a blow with their swords, and at the same time fell from the sky with a muffled hum. It's just that when Fang Zhong fell, he stood up gently and skillfully when he fell, and when Sima Mingkong fell halfway, another figure came up into the air, kicking with both feet, no matter how tenacious Sima Mingkong was, he was also kicked several times in a row, and fell down with a scream.