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Du Fanglin stood behind the Yuan Calamity Heavenly Desolation, and the folding fan was slowly raised, which seemed to be an understatement, and no one dared to guarantee whether it contained an incomparable power. Suddenly, the bright moon turned blood red, and the scene in front of him suddenly turned into an endless void, and the two people present landed on the lonely suspended log at the same time.

Seeing that the Yuan Calamity Heavenly Desolation was in a disadvantageous position, the Divine Dao Guardian immediately launched an offensive and successfully absorbed the target opponent into the other space. The position is easier, the host and guest change, Du Fanglin's expression moved, don't see Crazy Hua suddenly jumped up, and the log shook suddenly, making people unstable.

The Yuan Disaster Tianhuang, who is controlled by people, has a chance to get out, and the double-edged knife is a knife, with the middle as the handle, and suddenly draws an arc backwards! Du Fanglin took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand, and let the white-haired demon get out of his imprisonment. At the same time, the narrow sword of the black-armored demon general who leaped into the air was like a streamer, and the crimson full moon went straight to his throat. Fold the fans together and scatter the sword, but don't see the sword of the wild flower castrated like a meteor, and there is spare strength to turn the stab into a slash halfway. Yuan Calamity turned around and raised the bow again, and the knife came from below. The two demons in the Divine Dao will cooperate with the tacit understanding, and on the turbulent and rotating logs, they choose to join forces to attack Du Fanglin.

Once defeated and falling into another dimension, it is equivalent to putting your life in the hands of others.

The sword is heavy, the sword is swift, and the log moves at the right time, forcing the Confucian to leave his foothold. In an instant, Du Fanglin rose into the air, his toes seemed to be a little easier to the tip of the sword, and he did not hesitate to turn and go straight to the full moon. The long sword shook, and when he saw Madness, he felt a heavy hammer coming from his palm, and he involuntarily retreated backwards. A chess piece was drawn in the air, and in an instant, it had made contact with the outside formation. God has no sense, and the gatekeepers don't see the crazy Chinese and decide to move the other space outward. Yuan Calamity chased after him, and the sword was like a net, intending to capture Du Fanglin. However, the stone chess piece was originally the outer eye, but it suddenly cut a gap outward, and was swept back into the hand by the folding fan. This man really has a way to see the flaws in the space. Yuan Calamity Tianhuang drank coldly, turned his two knives together into a longbow, and quickly condensed his qi into an arrow with one hand!

"Go."

Siege Wei rescued Zhao, but Du Fanglin folded the fan and put it together, and the target was the Divine Dao Black Armor Demon General who could not be borrowed in mid-air.

hurriedly rushed back to the aid with an arrow, and the Yuan Disaster was too late to chase after him, so he turned over and unloaded his colleagues with a sword. In an instant, Du Fanglin had easily escaped from the predicament. Outside the god is a silent wilderness, and after leaving the ancient pine hill, the other space has moved thousands of miles, and the figure of the Confucian is no longer visible at this time.

To no avail.

The log reverberated under the moon and then straightened again. The Black Armor Demon will not see the Wild Bloom return to the log with the help of the Primal Calamity. The two glanced at each other, nodded and left this space to return to the place where the Heavenly Desolate Dao was stationed. The mission failed, and the two had to revert to the Six Great Prophets of the Xenodemon Realm. This time, it seems to be a mistake on the spot, but in fact, Du Fanglin has always been at ease.

He still hasn't found out the details of this man.

The other space left the ancient pine hill, and the sun shone on the earth again. Du Fanglin, who had left the gods, did not return to this place, but walked on the earth casually for a while, and came to a wilderness forest to sit down.

Take wood as a stool, stone as a table, and row out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

It's no surprise that the Xenodemon Realm will come to you. It seems natural that the first wave of three-way gatekeepers will be sent to test it. In the past years, on the battlefield of the Dao Realm, the five pioneers of the Demon Realm were invincible, and after being attacked into the lair by Xuanzong and the Holy Domain one after another, three of them were responsible for guarding the external portal of the Demon Realm.

The Dao Realm of Fengyun Mountain is no longer possible, and the goal of the Xenomorph Demon Realm will naturally turn to the Suffering Realm, giving priority to the provocateur. Du Fanglin is actually waiting, waiting for an expected but still depends on the luck of the goal. Who will be the first of the Three Gatekeepers to be sent to him? Is it the Divine Path, or the Heavenly Desolation Dao, or the last one who is best at frontal fighting?

Throw bricks and stones, and reverse the timing. While the Xenomorph Demon Realm preliminarily assessed the opponent in front of him through two battles, the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord was also throwing out the chips in his hand little by little. Use the formation technique to guide the cognition of the demon world, deliberately avoid its edge, so that the decision-maker behind it mistakenly thinks that his ability lies in the recognition of the different space, and increases his imperative heart.

God Wudao has lost two games in a row, and his spirit has been frustrated, so he should not come back. Although the Heavenly Desolate Dao is aggressive, he has never found a chance to confront him head-on. The Xenomorph Demon Realm still can't judge Du Fanglin's ability, so there will inevitably be a third game.

If the Demon Realm wakes up, it should avoid its edge, and will not choose to clash head-on with someone who cannot be taken in this situation. It's a pity that the origin of the martial arts of the Spring and Autumn Yan Lord is a secret in the martial arts. The Confucianism of the three religions is not as clear as the Dao Realm Xuanzong.

Three rafts, with three names written on them, are lined up on the stone face. Time passed, the sun was setting in the west, and the light in the woods was dim again.

His hand brushed slowly over the paper. I believe that the Xenomorph Demon Realm, who has laid an eyeliner by his side through the first two battles, will definitely be able to find this place again. And the forests here are towering and intricate, which is also very suitable for laying out formations.

Du Fanglin's ability to show against the different space is enough, and the third battle will definitely not come to this aspect again, it should be mainly to test martial arts and origin. Therefore, the people sent by the Xenomorph Demon Realm must also be more suitable for fighting than the previous two, rather than secretly attacking.

Fingers run over the backs of the three rafts, pausing for a moment on one of them. At this time, it is not difficult to guess who the Xenomorph Demon Realm can send.

But out of the three names, only one person was the target of the trip. Du Fanglin picked up the fan with his backhand and waited quietly. Until sunset, this game finally ushered in the result. The wind blew slowly through the trees, and the silent footsteps came through the forest and the leaves, and the white-clothed and red-haired demon held a sword with a long-handled silver blade like a spear, his expression was calm and his eyes were ruthless.

Ahead, there was a flash of lightning and lightning that struck the dead leaves on the ground and ignited a fire! In the silent twilight night, a faint iron chain came from the distant realm, and then a dark space was revealed in the depths of thunder and lightning, and a huge white wolf with a yellow talisman full of iron chains stepped out of the other space, and on the wolf's back sat a cold and silent demon shadow, gray and black, holding a wolf smoke evil halberd!

People are coming.

The folding fan blows the wind, blowing two of the three paper rafts, revealing two names one after the other: the Buddha swallowing boy and the pardoning birth boy. Although the former's injuries have not healed, it symbolizes the strongest combat power that the Xenomorph Demon Realm can use at this stage! The latter is one of the three guards, and is also the most powerful of the three vanguards, and does not need to use the unique terrain of different spaces, but has the ability to fight the enemy head-on with individual combat.

These two demon generals, who have come on the mission of the Prophet of the Demon City, will use the ability of a battle to test the true ability of the provocateur. But Du Fanglin raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Ha ......"

"Please." The Buddha-swallowing boy did not move, standing in the shadows behind him, and the blade of Zhu Yan's sword flashed slightly.

The thunder and lightning converged in front of him, the white wolf in the dark space stopped, and the cold beast pupils stared at the fan holder. The gray-haired demon with self-styled eyes on the wolf's back tilted his ears slightly, and in the silence, only the halberd suddenly stirred up the thunder in the sky, and hit it with a loud bang within a zhang, igniting the dead wood, like wolf smoke everywhere!

"It's a pity that the person facing this battle is not me." Du Fanglin's folding fan slowly pressed on the last raft. At this time, there was still a faint light in the sky, and the shadows under his feet were ready to move for a moment.

The Buddha Swallowing Boy was suddenly alert, and the surrounding environment had changed and turned into darkness! Also in the darkness, the pardon boy had suddenly found himself leaving the back of the white wolf, and when he responded, the wolf smoke halberd swept around, but he felt empty. His feet fell to the ground, his eyes could not look directly, and he only listened carefully with experience—he heard the evil spirit poem in front of him suddenly and muffled with the silent whip shadow:

"Six dreams of dust, boundless darkness."

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