If it is an ordinary beginner disciple, he will definitely not be able to escape this finger, but after all, the opponent is a true disciple, although the opponent retreats under the force, he still has the power to counterattack, his long sword backhanded, and he simply drew five or six reefs, and instead sprayed towards Fang Ling, at the same time, the two true disciples who were close also saw Fang Ling's intention at a glance, and rushed with the prize, one left and one right showed a flanking attack, and he only needed to fold his efforts to rush in front of Fang Ling.

The length of each of the six reefs was more than three feet, densely staggered, and because of the great strength, it made a buzzing sound in the shuttle, and for ordinary people, they could only retreat in the face of such a rapid attack. However, after witnessing Fang Ling's actions when he fought against Chao Zhuang Yong Sword Rain just now, all the disciples who were watching intuitively thought that the young man's choice was only to advance and not retreat.

Sure enough, I saw that the speed of Fang Ling in mid-air increased sharply, turning into a light and shadow, and it was incredible to pass through the six reefs, you must know that the gap between the reefs is only the size of a palm, but it is impossible for a normal person to drill through, but this is an easy thing for Fang Ling, he went straight through the reef, and his toes lightly touched the corner of the eaves of the high-rise building.

Almost at the same time, the two True Transmission disciples on the left and right had already rushed closer, and the sword qi on the magic weapon was vertical and horizontal, turning into a dense streamer and smashing towards He Fang Ling.

The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, but they were always a little slower, Fang Ling had already bounced up before the two of them attacked, and landed in front of the opponent, the true disciple's face changed, and he almost lost the ability to adapt.

It's not that he is so poor, but these true disciples have all grown up like stars holding the moon, and since they entered the Immortal Gate, they have been ranked above the cultivators of the same level at every stage, and in their eyes, no matter how strong the opponent is, they will only lose.

However, how could this kind of person who grew up in a honey pot be compared to Fang Ling, who had grown up in life-and-death confrontations one after another? The True Transmission disciple clearly felt the terrifying coercion on the young man's body, as if his opponent was no longer a human being, but a terrifying beast, trembling under the shock of the momentum, so that it was too late to have any strain.

As soon as Fang Ling pointed out, his fingertips touched his body, and a strong and domineering aura poured into his body, shaking the opponent's body to paralyze instantly, and then pushed the opponent down the tall building with a flick of his hand.

The true disciple fell from the tall building, and the paralysis was lifted halfway, and he fell to the ground, his face was ashamed and angry, but he was helpless, because this fight showed that it was a fight, and the other party was already merciful, although defeat was a loss of face, but it was impossible to rush forward again with a thick skin.

The surrounding disciples were dumbfounded, one by one couldn't come back to their senses, since Fang Ling's move, the shock brought by it was wave after wave, getting higher and higher, and its tension made everyone almost breathless, a few moves to defeat Chao Zhuangyong and the top three Zhao Beihai, it was already an incredible thing, and now it was easy to break through the defense line of the true disciples, and escaped under the attack of the two, and instantly shot down the opponent, this is even more unimaginable, on weekdays, the unattainable true disciples are as vulnerable as paper paste。

The three chief stewards also had heavy faces, and the steward-level figures looked at each other one by one, thinking about when the Mochizuki Sect had such a powerful disciple, looking at the state, I was afraid that it was also the identity of the true disciple, but even if it was a true disciple, with such a strong combat power, it was also a phoenix.

Wang Zhenghan saw that Fang Ling's three-round Daogang attack did not "color" at first, and thought that he was going to lose, but at this time he knew that it was his trick, and when he saw that he easily shot down a true disciple, his face changed dramatically.

Pei Xinfeng's face was also extremely gloomy, he intended the Tianjing Spirit Fox in Fangling, originally thought that the other party was alone now, and his own side occupied the popularity, and the matter was already nine out of ten, where did he expect that the opponent's strength was far beyond imagination, and if the other party had such strength, then he could already think of the reason for Wang Zhenghan's mistake.

I'm afraid that when I was in the ghost domain, it was Fang Ling and the others who fought against 100,000 ghosts, and finally left with injuries, so it was the Tianjing Spirit Fox who dealt with Wang Zhenghan, and the reason why the other party didn't come out was not because they couldn't kill them, but because they were injured.

And since the other party can get out of the 100,000 ghosts, no wonder he dares to boast that he wants to deal with fifty disciples with his own strength, now Fang Ling's move has made things bigger and bigger, and even the three major chiefs have appeared, the matter is no longer something that Ma Fuzhong can cover, only hope that the true disciples of the Five Factions Alliance will be more powerful, otherwise the situation will only develop towards the worst situation.

At the same time, the two True Transmission disciples on the left and right attacked again, and the other True Transmission disciples who were shocked back by Dao Gang just now also poured in from the surrounding area, everyone was arrogant, and was "forced" to retreat by an outsider, and the face on their faces was a little unbearable.

More than a dozen True Transmission disciples came from all angles and different distances, including top-level True Transmission masters, each of whom had a great reputation in the Five Factions Alliance, and was prestigious, and they were all grandmaster-level masters when they fell into the mortal world.

The sword aura is magnificent, the streamer is overflowing, but there are ten thousand killing machines hidden between the beauty, where have the disciples seen this brilliant scene, one by one, the heartbeat is like thunder, as if the heart is going to jump out of the chest at any time, just this momentum is overwhelming, for anyone in the field, I am afraid that I will be taken by this momentum, so stiff that I can't move a finger.

However, Fang Ling is Fang Ling, he not only moved, but also the speed was amazingly fast, he had been divided into seven in one move, and the virtual and real images were like a streamer, flying towards the two disciples on the left and right who were closest to him, and everyone was dazzled, and for a while they didn't know which one was fake and which was fake, let alone which opponent he was going to attack.

The thin-faced True Disciple on the left keenly identified the location of Fang Ling's true body, and his two fingers were swiping in length, solving spells, releasing the lethality of the Great Divine Magic Weapon, and at the same time roaring: "The sword is like a lotus!"

As soon as the words fell, a lotus pattern suddenly appeared within ten zhang of the body, blooming in front of everyone's eyes, and with the lotus blooming, there were thousands of sword qi, which filled the land of ten zhang in an instant, and anyone who stepped into this realm would suffer the most rapid attack of the sword qi.

As soon as he saw this move, Chao Zhuangyong's face couldn't help but change greatly, compared to the other party's move, the sword rain he used was simply a small thing, just this hand, let him deeply understand the gap between him and the true disciples.

At the same time, he subconsciously worried about Fang Ling, although he was defeated in the hands of Fang Ling, but he was also impressed by Fang Ling's strength and calm demeanor, in the world, only heroes cherish heroes, not to mention, witnessing Fang Ling's easy defeat of the true disciples, he also felt a lot more calm, and the defeat was really not unjust at all.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but go towards Zhao Bei Butterfly, who knew that Zhao Beihai also happened to look over, and when he saw the bitter smile of Zhao Beihongjiao, Chao Zhuangyong knew that he was also following his own thoughts.

The sword is like a lotus, and the battle spirit is arrogant, just with this killing move, the slimming face true disciple is enough to cross the alliance of the five factions, so that the beginner disciples are out of reach, and all the disciples see this move, naturally they are also "colored" one after another, not to mention dealing with such a trick, just thinking about it, it is already chilling.

However, although it was fierce, it couldn't stop Fang Ling's way, the young man's right palm turned into a knife, and he had fallen into the lotus land, and with the wave of his right hand, he condensed a series of physical swords, like ice knives that were extremely sharp, and the surrounding sword qi was shattered when encountered, and several of them were even more powerful towards the sword qi blocked by the lap party, and slashed towards the thin-faced disciple.

The young man's fierceness was far beyond everyone's expectations, who would have expected him to dare to enter the killing array, and the strength of the sword gang was actually able to directly split the heavy sword qi and go straight to the slimmed-face disciple.

The thin-faced disciple was also startled, but he was not an idle person, and said with a smile: "Good boy, you really have the courage, but you are so reckless to break into my realm, you are simply looking for death!" He raised the ground and roared, his whole body was full of fighting intent, and he directly promoted his cultivation to the twelfth-level realm, holding the prize in both hands, and at the same time shouting: "Inch by inch!"

In an instant, the land of ten zhang was full of lotus flowers, and the number of lotus flowers was several times that of before, each lotus flower bloomed instantly, and at the same time spewed out ten thousand sword qi, dense and endless, at this time Fang Ling seemed to be in the mire, unable to retreat, unable to enter, people couldn't help pinching a cold sweat.

At this time, the fat-faced True Disciple on the right had already rushed over, and he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Lu, do a good job, see how I come to defeat him-Hundred Tigers are out of the gate!"

But seeing that his two swords were together, and he pointed forward, dozens of golden 'hair' tigers suddenly appeared in the void space, and they pounced towards Fang Ling, who was besieged by sword qi.

Seeing that Fang Ling was attacked by the two disciples at the same time, the beginner disciples outside the field couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him, saying that he was too reckless, and at the same time, the other True Transmission disciples also subconsciously slowed down when they saw this situation, although the two who did it were not the top horns among the True Transmission disciples, but no one thought that Fang Ling would be able to get out of these two major killing moves.

And the opportunity that Fang Ling was waiting for was also ripe, he knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to face more than a dozen True Inheritance disciples at one time, the odds of victory should be very miserable, so the best way was to break through each one, he deliberately burrowed into the pocket of the thin-faced disciple, just to create a situation ♀ where he was already about to lose, and the number of people who dealt with himself would be reduced, as long as the other disciples slowed down, it was the best time for him to attack.

Ten thousand swords around it, there is no gap to be found, there are hundreds of tigers behind it, Sen Sen's white teeth are extremely terrifying, encountering such a situation, no one thinks that Fang Ling can still get out of danger safely, at this moment, Fang Ling's arms are crossed in front of his chest, his body is slightly contained, and then he straightens his waist pole and stretches his arms outward.