Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The snow around it blew up more than ten meters high.

True Qi is externalized, and within a radius of 100 miles, all foreign objects are under one's control.

Centered on the fat-faced man's sedan chair, a snow curtain was formed around it, like a cage rising out of thin air on the ground.

"Idiot!"

The fat-faced man's face changed slightly, he put away the frivolity on his face, raised his fat hand, and arranged a layer of shield around the sedan chair.

In his opinion, Fang Yang's approach is digging his own grave.

True Qi does not choose to concentrate a little, but disperses the blows, such a consumption is that he can't afford it, how long can he hold on to a primordial realm?

Bang bang bang.......

The ice flakes slammed into the shroud, making a continuous shattering sound.

Fang Yang was like a demon, his eyes were bloodshot and turned red, his true qi was wandering around his limbs, and he was bearing a lot of load.

His body was surrounded by countless blood-colored gossamers, and the huge air currents deposited on the ground slowly lifted him into the air.

He hadn't learned the secret art of the Sky Command, and at this time, he completely relied on his true qi to bring himself up.

I only have thirty minutes, and only complete madness can I get the only chance to live!

Although his true qi is out of control, his sanity is still there.

He was afraid, afraid that once the fat-faced man was left with a little respite, the other party would have the possibility of fighting back.

The difference in strength between the two is too big, and the other party can withstand thousands of attacks from him, but he may not be able to resist the other party.

And the most important thing is that Yan Jiu fell into the hands of the other party, if the fat-faced man directly copied her, then the blow to the other party Yang would be indirect and devastating.

You can't let the other party know that you have been spelled, and you can't let the other party have a chance to return the favor.

The moment the "True Qi Unresolved" took effect, all his negative states dissipated, and the tiredness that had accumulated for a few days was swept away, and his mind was clear.

Thinking about this, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Blood-red true qi erupted from his body frantically, like a flood that had escaped the gates.

Wherever one's true qi spreads, all external objects will be able to be controlled by oneself.

At this moment, the fat-faced man a hundred meters away felt a heavy pressure coming.

There was a lot of pressure, and there was an overwhelming creak in the sedan chair, but to him, it was nothing, and it didn't get to the point of frowning.

It's just that as the surrounding space becomes more and more dense, the blood red true qi becomes more and more dense, and the pressure in this medium is getting bigger and bigger.

It seems to be sinking into the infinite depths of the sea.

"Maniac. His face began to look a little ugly.

This kid just wants to fight hard!

Damn, Ning Qiuhe's first-class goods are all masters who don't hesitate to die, and one after another are all crazy!

Looking at this kid's posture, it seems that he wants to release all the true qi of the sea of qi, even Yan Jiujiu doesn't care!

Yan Jiujiu is still in his own hands, this kid does this, it seems that he doesn't care about everyone's life or death, including himself!

Boom!

Deafening explosions.

A snow-capped mountain near the west side exploded directly, and the fierce air waves blew up the snow, and the snow-white curtain was pulled up into the air, like a huge tail flame emitted by the thrusters.

Thundered.

It sounded like a drum.

It's an avalanche!

The majestic Baiqi Mountain collapsed, and on the towering slope, ice and dust poured down like a waterfall, setting off bursts of brown air masses as if they were about to swallow the whole world.

The fat-faced man's expression changed completely.

He could see that something was wrong with Fang Yang.

If it was really in the early stage of forming, how could there be such a sufficient reserve of true qi, and now within a hundred miles, all of his true qi was overflowing, so thick that it was like plasma.

Then, it was not over, the young man in front of him was like a bottomless pit, and there was still an endless stream of true qi leaking out of his body.

Several puppet slave girls had bent down uncontrollably, unable to move.

Looking to the west, huge snowdrifts thundered and swooped towards them.

At the end of the day, the fat-faced man was ruthless in his heart.

His thoughts prompted, and more than a dozen female slaves were lifted up by a strong force, and their limbs were distorted, but their bodies kept moving forward, attacking and killing Fang Yang.

He was in place, pinching the trick in his hand.

The space is constantly distorted.

A giant snowdrift approaches, and a strange scene happens.

After plopping into the distorted space, all the snow passes through.

It seems that the boundary of the fat-faced man has become a false projection.

Fang Yang's face was distorted, the green tendons on his face and body were bulging a little bit, the blood vessels were stretched as if they were about to burst, but his brain was unusually clear.

Seeing that the fat-faced man was unscathed, he couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart, obviously underestimating the strength of the other party.

Now I haven't learned any subtle secret techniques, and all the means are all brainless attacks.

The momentum created in this way is great, but the effect is small.

And at this moment, the fat-faced man who got a chance to breathe, his face gradually became gloomy, and he knew that he was underestimating the kid in front of him.

A pair of small eyes gradually widened, and there was a glint in their eyes.

Quietly, the aura spread, and the corpse technique was unleashed.

The female slave who was sweeping towards Fang Yang suddenly shook, and her pupils flashed with the same luster as the fat-faced man.

They rushed towards Fang Yang, and the woman at the front froze when she was ten meters away from him, and then her whole face rose with a purple color, and dense corpse spots emerged.

Fang Yang frowned, and there was a bad sign in his heart.

As soon as the idea came out, I saw that the body of the slave girl was inflating and getting bigger, and the original slender figure became a leather ball when she pierced her eyes.

Ugh.

There was a tearing sound, and the clothes on his body were shattered by the drums.

It's not a glamorous scene.

Looking at these female corpses, Fang Yang only felt as if he had seen the gunpowder that was about to explode, and his pupils shrank.

In an instant, the female corpse exploded.

Gray-purple blood splattered everywhere, and the most terrifying thing was the violent waves that shook when the sea of qi shattered.

Fang Yang was directly shrouded in corpse mist.

It's just that when the fat-faced man on the sedan chair saw this scene, his expression on his face was not relaxed, but he squinted his eyes, and his consciousness leaned out to envelop his surroundings.

The loss of four or five slave girls was undoubtedly very unpleasant in his heart.

Suddenly, I saw a figure flashing in front of me.

The fat-faced man seemed to have expected it, turned his palm into a fist, and blasted towards Yan Jiujiu five feet behind him.

A curtain of snow rose into the sky, and a ten-meter-deep pit appeared directly from that location.

With a muffled snort, the figure appeared, and the location of his small instantaneous landing point was predicted by the fat-faced man.

Although he dodged it, the aftermath still cut several bloody cuts on him, and there were still a few places where the flesh was visible.

The air currents set off even more swept Yan Jiu into the air.

"It seems that you care about this girl. The play is good, but it's a pity that I was stunned!"

The fat-faced man's ridicule came, he sat motionless in the sedan chair from beginning to end, and when he spoke, he suddenly bent his fingers into claws, and the pulling force was about to pull Yan Jiujiu.

Seeing this, Fang Yang, who had just settled down, turned pale.

His body is injured, but he doesn't feel pain, and the buff brought by "True Qi Inexhaustible" can eliminate all negative states.

His eyes swept coldly, without any emotional fluctuations, and the small moment was released again.

He can't let Yan Jiujiu fall into the hands of a fat-faced man!

Then you will be completely passive.

The corners of the fat-faced man's mouth pulled up a sneer, and his fingers loosened at this time.

In mid-air, Yan Jiu fell straight down.

Her snow-white dress was stained red with blood, and her body lost its center of gravity and fell, like a flower broken off a lotus canopy, beautiful and poignant.

The eyes were closed, as if they had lost their life.

Seeing this, Fang Yang's heartstrings trembled, and his breathing stagnated.

Thirty feet fell in the air, and the woman obviously has no consciousness at all, as if even her self-consciousness has disappeared, so without protection, the body falls directly to the ground, which is definitely the end of broken bones.

As soon as the teleportation technique reached the landing point, he could only grit his teeth, withdraw the suppression of the fat-faced man, and cast a small instantaneous moment again.

The fat-faced man had a chance, the pressure on his body disappeared, and he immediately externalized his true qi, weaving his absolute realm and dispelling the blood-red mist around him.

The thick true qi that belonged to the earth attribute spiritual root was covered, and the ground shook and cracked, and cracks appeared under the feet.

The air pressure formed in this instant was twice that of Fang Yang's.

In mid-air, Xiao Xianxi had just found a landing place, and this mountain-like pressure directly caused his body to temporarily lose control.

Suddenly, it fell to the ground, and Yan Jiujiu also fell on himself at this time.

Click.

You can hear the sound of bones breaking.

Fang Yang only felt as if his body was about to fall apart.

At this moment, the fat-faced man not far away had already urged the magic again, and the remaining six female slaves stepped into the air, and the lotus flowers bloomed under their feet.

They surrounded Fang Yang and formed an array, with complex formations forming under them.

Dark black dead branches grew out of the eyes of the array, twisting and coiling.

Entangled Fang Yang in the snowdrift.

An unprecedented sense of crisis came, Fang Yang's mind was empty, and he tried his best to break free, but he couldn't use any strength.

Thorns grew on the withered hands and feet that pierced his skin.

It was as if my whole body was paralyzed, and I couldn't move at all.

In mid-air, the female corpse slave raised her right hand in unison, and a golden giant sword was pulled out of the array eye again.

The sharp tip of the sword was facing Fang Yang, and as long as it fell, it could immediately pierce through his heart.

"Don't kill him yet!"

The fat-faced man sitting in the sedan chair spoke, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face, as if he had thought of some key point.

Suddenly, he raised a fat hand, pointed out with his index finger, pointed at Yan Jiujiu, and played with the taste: "Kill her first!"

As the words fell, the tip of the greatsword reversed its angle.

Swish!

The six female corpse slaves pressed down with their raised right hands.

The golden giant sword entered the beast that opened the gate, and it only took one breath to cut Yan Jiu in half.

For a moment, Fang Yang's heartbeat seemed to stop.

With a burst of applause, the true qi in the sea of qi was frantically vented out.

In a flash.

The gain brought by "True Qi Inexhaustible" also played a role, and the numbness of the half-amputated arm subsided, and the comfort was broken.

He only had to push the figure next to him with all his might.

Stab!

The sword fell horizontally, swinging up the snow on the ground and digging deep into the foundation.

The crimson blood stained the snow red in an instant.

Fang Yang's right arm was cut off by force.

Only, there is no pain.

Breaking free from the entanglement of the black branches, he immediately rose to his feet.

"Guess right, I said how could Ning Qiuhe entrust his daughter to you like this, he was really cursed!"

The fat-faced man sighed, everything was expected by him, "It's been a long time since I've encountered such an interesting thing, you are the second category of things that catch my attention besides beautiful women." ”

He was curious about Fang Yang.

It's strange how this kid could look exactly like Ning Qiuhe.

Under the absolute realm, after thorough investigation, he found that the other party did not have a disguise, which seemed to be the original appearance of the other party.

Also, how could Ning Qiuhe hand over such an important thing as the Ghost Tower.

All this tempted him to want to know the truth.

Fang Yang looked sideways and saw that his broken arm was very neat, and blood was spilling out.

The large area of land under his feet was soaked red by the blood of himself and Yan Jiujiu.

Without time to think, he dragged the woman to his side in the air.

A prosthetic limb made of true qi condensation is born on the cross-section.

Fang Yang's face was pale, and the yin owl was terrifying.

The bloodshot eyes met the fat-faced man.

His aura was in a state of euphoria from beginning to end.

The black and red true qi continued to pour out, forming a struggle against the field of the fat-faced man.

One hand dragged Yan Jiu's body, and the other hand once again palmed out.

There is no other trick, it is still a breath piercing.

It was the most powerful secret technique he had ever learned.

The red dragon soared, its tail slapping into the snow, smashing into a deep ditch.

The fat-faced man was not in a hurry at the moment, because he knew Fang Yang's weakness, it was much easier to deal with it now.

And with such a squander, it is expected that the form will be perfect, and there will be little true qi left.

If Fang Yang didn't need to take care of Yan Jiujiu, then if he wanted to escape, he really might not be able to stop him.

Seeing the red angry dragon rushing towards him, he raised his hand to block it.

A wall of qi automatically condensed in front of him.

Soon, the dragon was neutralized by the impact.

"You don't have a chance, boy, be honest, maybe I can think about it and give you a decent way to die!"

"Wild toad, it should be you who save your energy, go underground and say more good things to the judge, and strive to be a person in the next life!"

The red mist true qi held Fang Yang's body up, and he looked coldly at the fat-faced man in the sedan chair.

At this moment, Yan Jiujiu was already under his control, and he had no worries.

Now, it's time to let go of your hands and feet!

When the fat-faced man heard this, his fat face trembled with anger for a while, but he didn't expect this kid to break his arm and make such a big fuss, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.

With such a serious injury, he was able to hold on, which really surprised him.

It's just that before he could make a move, he was enraged, and Fang Yang said another tone.

There is no gap between the two secret arts.

The fat-faced man had to raise his hand to block it.

The advantage of the secret technique is that it is instantaneous, accurate, and so fast that it is impossible to dodge, even he can't dodge.

Regardless of it, he expected that Fang Yang would not be able to sustain such a continuous attack for long.

His secret attack is far more expensive than his own defense.

Thinking like this in his heart, his consciousness was locked, but he found that Fang Yang in front of him had disappeared in place.

This made him stunned for a moment.

Blocking the fierce wind in front of him, he suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head.

Not good!

When he arose this thought, he was only in a hurry to attach a layer of true qi to his body.

In the next moment, I heard a loud bang.

The jade-white sedan chair shattered open, and the snowflakes were torn apart.

Just now, Fang Yang quietly crossed over to the back of the sedan chair through a small instant, and when the fat-faced man resisted the air piercing, he struck another blow.

There is no sluggish combo, and there is no way to avoid it!