Fang Baijing seemed to have returned to Huo Tuoguo, and the dark night made him even more terrifying, but the people he faced this time were different from the people he faced in Huo Tuoguo, his opponents were the elite of the Black Martial Kingdom, the disciples of the Sword Sect, and the red-robed priests of Qingya.

For two hours, Fang Baijing did not stop, constantly attacking and killing the secret posts and patrols on the periphery of the Black Warrior camp, including even the four second-generation disciples of the Sword Sect, the four of them joined forces and failed to stop Fang Baijing's sword, but Fang Baijing was also injured.

Originally, the arrow wound on his lower abdomen was not light, and when he killed four second-generation disciples of the Sword Gate, he was slashed on the shoulder by a sword, the sword of the Sword Sect disciples was too big and heavy, even if the wound was swept away, the forehead would not be small, the strength of these second-generation disciples of the Sword Sect was by no means mediocre, Fang Baijing could kill four people in a row not because they were too weak but that Fang Baijing was too strong.

In the shadows.

Fang Baijing took advantage of the faint moonlight to look at the things he had just turned out from the four Sword Sect disciples, several bottles, and after opening them, he smelled them, but he still couldn't tell which one was the wound medicine.

Finally chose one of them and fell on the wound, and a hot pain immediately made him tremble involuntarily.

Just then, he suddenly heard footsteps.

Fang Baijing immediately pulled his clothes up, and then held the long sword.

"I know you're here."

A voice came from not far away, it was the red-robed priest of the black martial arts, the shallow flywheel.

"The smell of blood on your body is too heavy, so heavy that people can't ignore it, you are a hunter, you should know that when the prey you want to chase is injured, you can't hide it, we are the same, I am also a hunter, the smell of blood is too sensitive for people like us, we have been chasing prey for the first half of our lives."

Behind a tree, the shallow flywheel walked out slowly.

Fang Baijing did not hide or retreat.

"You are very courageous, and every Ning person is very courageous."

The shallow flywheel looked at the young man who was less than a foot away, and the moonlight in the mountain seemed to have become a lot darker, and he couldn't see what the expression on Fang Baijing's face was, but he felt it, and the murderous aura on the other party's body seemed to have turned into a steel needle and turned into a flying sword, stabbing him one by one.

"You've killed enough."

The shallow flywheel took a few more steps forward, and the distance between the two people was only half a zhang.

At this distance, raise the sword, and you can stab the opponent with a slight movement of your footsteps.

Shallow Flywheel took off a sword from his back: "This is the sword of a Jianmen disciple you just killed, it should be regarded as my master and nephew in terms of seniority, but I have left Jianmen for too long and have little contact with the imperial court, and there is no relationship between me and the Jianmen disciples, and the Yiyi of the same door has no meaning to me, I didn't bring this sword to avenge him, I just felt that you used your sword to defeat the sword of Jianmen, this shouldn't be, he died because his strength was not good, it doesn't mean that the sword of Jianmen is not as good as your sword." ”

The shallow flywheel lifted the giant sword, the sword was more than four feet long, and when he lifted the sword, the tip of the sword was almost in front of Fang Baijing's eyes.

"There is no personal enmity between us, even if you kill a disciple of the Sword Sect, it is not a personal enmity, the hatred between me and you is a national enmity, and the hatred between the Black Martial Artist and the Ning people may not be unraveled in a few hundred or thousands of years."

Fang Baijing suddenly smiled: "Why are you talking so much?" ”

"I'm waiting for someone."

Shallow Flywheel said lightly: "You are seriously injured, I am now eighty percent sure of killing you, but why should I take the risk?" It won't be long before my people arrive, I just need to keep an eye on you, I don't need to kill you with my own hands, it doesn't matter how you die to me, the important thing is that as long as you die. ”

He doesn't hide his thoughts at all.

"So, why not talk a little more while you still have time?"

Shallow Flywheel looked into Fang Baijing's eyes, such a heavy sword seemed to be as light as nothing in his hand, his hands did not move, and his arms did not move at all, as if they were cast of steel rather than flesh and blood.

Fang Baijing shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk to you, I have to kill you before your subordinates come." ”

Shallow Flywheel looked at Fang Baijing incredulously: "Where did you get your confidence?" ”

"Because I'm the Qianban of the Tingwei Mansion."

Fang Baijing suddenly turned sideways and took out his sword, his sword drilled under the big sword, and the person also drilled through, this is an extremely dangerous way to shoot, and the shallow flywheel didn't expect that the other party would drill from under his sword, and he could cut this thousand hands in two just by slashing down lightly.

But because he didn't expect it at all, he hesitated.

Fang Baijing's sword stabbed in front of him and he couldn't even breathe, not to mention that this surprise was more than half a breath.

But although the shallow flywheel didn't have time to cut down the big sword, it had time to retreat.

When he retreated, the tip of Fang Baijing's sword was less than an inch away from his heart, his feet kicked on the ground, and the person retreated like a heavy crossbow, and while retreating, the big sword in his right hand turned and pulled back horizontally.

Fang Baijing's sword was always an inch away from his heart, but his big sword was pulled back like a guillotine, if Fang Baijing didn't react again, it would be like a bundle of straw placed under the guillotine, and the knife fell and the straw broke in two.

With a soft sound, Fang Baijing's back was cut straight by the blade of the broadsword.

At this moment, Fang Baijing suddenly lowered his body, and the broadsword pulled back to cut all the clothes on his back, and a large piece of his skin was also cut off, and his entire back was dripping with blood.

And at this moment, it was when Fang Baijing judged that there was a slight change in the mentality of the red-robed priest, and at that moment, the red-robed priest must have thought that he was about to succeed.

There was another soft thud.

Fang Baijing's hair was swept down by the blade of the broadsword.

Fang Baijing squatted down, the broadsword pulled back from the top of his head, and half of his long hair was swept off by the blade.

And Fang Baijing's sword stabbed down on the side, and with a pop, one of the feet of the shallow flywheel was nailed to the ground, and the shallow flywheel screamed in pain, and the broadsword in his hand slashed down!

As soon as Fang Baijing's hand holding the sword twisted, the gap on that foot was twisted into a circle, and he rolled back and kicked on his own sword at the same time, and the sword cut the foot of the shallow flywheel directly.

Fang Baijing fell to the ground, panting.

His injuries were so severe and so great that almost his entire back was cut off like a bloody man.

If it goes on like this, let alone continue to fight, even if it is bloodshed, it can shed him to death.

He bent over his legs to gasp, and the shallow flywheel took a few steps back before steady, standing on one foot with only half of the other left, blood staining the ground beneath his feet a different color.

"Good, very good."

Shallow Flywheel's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of killing intent when he looked at Fang Baijing.

"You've managed to change my mind."

Shallow Flywheel took a deep breath, the sharp pain in his foot distracted him, but even if he was distracted, he was sure that the other party could no longer block his next blow, the other party's injuries were ten times heavier than his, he didn't even need to make another move, the other party wouldn't last long before he fell.

But now he just wants to slaughter that Qianban with his own hands.

Shallow Flywheel jumped up with one foot and slashed with a sword, this broadsword was too long and heavy, and the distance between the two people was close, and Fang Baijing's current situation seemed to be impossible to avoid, but at this moment, Fang Baijing rushed forward again, did not avoid or retreat, but rushed towards the shallow flywheel, he rushed in front of the shallow flywheel under the broadsword of the shallow flywheel, and punched the shallow flywheel's lower abdomen.

"Childish."

The shallow flywheel jerked forward his stomach, and the punch was in the middle, but it was Fang Baijing who flew out upside down.

"No ordinary sword can hurt me."

The big sword of the shallow flywheel stabbed down, Fang Baijing turned over, and picked up the sword he had just kicked away in the middle of the roll.

"My sword has never been unusual."

Fang Baijing knelt on one knee and gasped, as if the blood on his body was about to run out, his vision began to blur, and his strength was gradually disappearing.

"Ning people deserve respect."

Shallow Flywheel turned to look at Fang Baijing: "But you don't have the strength to dodge it again." ”

Fang Baijing grinned, that smile was so bloody, like a devil who hadn't drunk enough blood.

He actually took the initiative to attack again, flipped forward, and swept a sword towards the legs and knees of the shallow flywheel, it was obviously inconvenient for the shallow flywheel to act independently on one foot, but such a sword naturally would not be avoided, he jumped backwards and slashed down with a broadsword, but Fang Baijing seemed to have expected him to be like this, that sword was just a false move, and the sword momentum was halfway to the side and rolled out, the shallow flywheel landed, and then screamed again.

I don't know when a dagger was inserted into the ground, and the tip of the dagger pointed upwards, directly penetrating the sole of his foot that fell to the ground.

The eyes of the shallow flywheel instantly turned red, and then he understood why the shallow flywheel looked so embarrassed when it rolled out just now, the dagger that fell to the ground before was inserted into the dirt by him upside down, every step, every landing point, was calculated by Fang Baijing.

Shallow Flywheel really realized how terrible his opponent was, if it weren't for the fact that the opponent had already been injured, and killing so many people would have consumed a huge amount of physical strength, and he might not have a slight advantage when both of them were at their peak.

But Fang Baijing really didn't have the strength anymore, his calculations were very accurate, every step was accurate, but he couldn't kill the shallow flywheel.

He gasped for breath with his sword, his eyelids getting heavier.

At this moment, there were many black martial artists around rushing over, the torches lit up the vicinity, the speed of the four second-generation disciples of the Sword Sect was the fastest, and the one in front was still far away and threw out his broadsword, and the sword flew straight in front of Fang Baijing like a lightning bolt that pierced the night sky.

Death.

Unstoppable.

Burst!

The sword pierced through the body.

The broadsword pierced through the body.

Fang Baijing fell heavily to the ground, his eyes were in a trance for a moment, and then he saw the young man in front of him clearly.

He didn't know how Yuan Wang could rush over at this time and push him away, and the broadsword pierced through Yuan Wang's body, the sword was nearly seven inches wide, and his entire chest seemed to be cut open.

Yuan Wang was knocked to the ground by the force on the broadsword, and lay there on his side looking at Fang Baijing: "Master Qianban." ”

"I'll keep you in the cave."

Fang Baijing wanted to crawl over to save Yuan Wang, but there was no way at all.

"Stay there?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Wang's mouth: "What kind of brother is that?" ”

He looked down at the sword on his chest: "Qiando me like this, don't tell my father, just tell him that I died well, very well"