"But isn't this elite monster at the full level? How powerful is it? ”

Fang Yi instinctively felt that something was wrong, but now he was killing step by step, the knife was fatal, so that he didn't have the time to think about other things at all, the scimitar cut down, the wind whined, and the cool artistic conception came out, just like a crescent moon falling from the middle sky and falling into the lake, it was so beautiful that people couldn't resist the mind, and it seemed that their thoughts and spirits were sucked into this knife. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Mind control?"

At the critical moment, a sword roar sounded, this voice was crisp and did not contain the slightest impurities, as if it could sound from the bottom of his heart, and it suddenly shook Fang Yi to his senses.

As soon as his eyes were clear, the scimitar had already fallen on his neck, and at the last moment, Fang Yi fell backwards, and with a bang, his back made close contact with the ground, making him grin.

As soon as his body turned over and got up again, Fang Yi only felt that his vest was sweating, and the momentary distraction just now almost cost him his life, and he looked at the man in black again, only to see that his scimitar was still the same, but it was stained with a few blood beads.

Touching his neck, Fang Yi secretly took a cool breath, he was almost wiped on his neck just now.

"This ancient temple, if it is really weird enough, this sword technique that absorbs the spirit is really unpredictable?"

With a thought in his heart, he unconsciously turned his head to look at the masked woman around the corner, and the sound of the sword just now was her decisive move, otherwise he would ......

At this time, the masked woman struck again, only to see her footsteps, her body vertical, and the long sword like cold light, stabbing towards the top of her head.

Fang Yi was dumbfounded, what the hell is this?

He didn't realize that he looked at the top of the woman's head, there was nothing, could it be that this woman had a mental problem?

As soon as this thought came to mind, I heard a loud bang in my ears, and turned my head back again, only to see that the man in black actually fell from the sky, fell to the ground, fell a dog eating, and grinned in pain.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

The masked woman spat out a few words, her voice still crisp.

Only then did Fang Yi see that the man in black was actually tied to a black rope, which hung down weakly, and a bright light flashed in his mind, and he understood what was going on.

Yongdao was already dark, and with the urgency of the situation just now, he hadn't figured out this weird feeling yet.

Now seeing this black rope, he finally understood the twists and turns, and said how could any elite monster have such a good light skill?

Knowing the details of this guy, Fang Yi took advantage of his illness and asked him to die, and as soon as he kicked his footsteps, the Wind Knife Technique slashed out.

The black-clothed disciple saw the light coming, and the scimitar was about to resist when he lifted it, bangbang...... The sound of impact continued to sound, and after eight knives, the scimitar in the black-clothed man's hand could no longer hold it, and was directly slashed by Fang Yi's steel knife, and then slashed at the opponent's shoulder to chest.

Blood came out of the hideous wound, and the black-clothed disciple let out a terrible scream, and there was no thought of resisting, Fang Yi wanted to kill this fang directly.

Unexpectedly, the masked woman appeared beside him again, stretched out her hand and clicked on the black-clothed disciple a few times, and immediately saw that the blood on the black-clothed disciple's body gradually stopped flowing, and the wound rolled inward, and Fang Yi, who saw it, was stunned.

"There is still such a secret technique?"

The thought flashed through his mind, but the expression on his face was revealed.

The masked woman glanced at him with a rare and strange expression, but she didn't speak, and seeing that the blood on the black-clothed disciple's body had stopped flowing, she tapped his chest again and said, "Say, where are you going to lock up the righteous people you have caught?" ”

The black-clothed disciple was tapped on the chest, and in just a few seconds, a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on the black-clothed disciple's forehead, and even green tendons came out, looking very hideous and terrifying.

Suddenly, his jaw moved, as if he was about to bite something, but the masked woman was already staring at him, and when she saw his movements, she shot like lightning, and his jaw 'clicked', and a poison rolled down from his mouth.

Kicking the poison away, the masked woman restored his jaw bone to its original state, and the black-clothed disciple stared at her with dead eyes, and his teeth creaked, but he could only make a 'ho-ho' sound.

Seeing this person's appearance, even Fang Yi could feel the pain of this tear and feel a chill in his back.

The masked woman seemed to feel Fang Yi's change, but she didn't turn around, but said directly: "These people are all Guzhen cultists, diehards, they don't need any means, they won't confess at all." ”

At this time, the black-clothed disciple lying on the ground finally couldn't bear it anymore, beads of sweat continued to pour out and roll down, as if his teeth were crushed, and he made a hoarse and trembling voice begging for mercy.

"Ask for ...... Ask for ...... You, kill ...... Kill me......"

The masked woman exhaled lightly, although it was very light, but it was heard by Fang Yi beside her.

She pointed like a sword, clicked five times on the chest of the black-clothed disciple, looked at him, and said, "Say it, don't think about fooling me, what you said I will compare with others, it is slightly different, you should know what will happen." ”

The black-clothed disciple's face trembled, and his body shrank, obviously very frightened, afraid of the pain just now, struggling with his body, he trembled and hoarsely explained the specific layout of the ancient temple, as well as the strength of the temple master, for fear that there would be a trace of omission.

After a pillar of incense, Fang Yi wiped the blood on the steel knife, and the black-clothed disciple was already lying on the ground.

The masked woman was checking the map in her hand according to the explanation of the black clothes, and when she heard this, she nodded and said, "It seems that he is still quite honest." ”

Fang Yi had already memorized the description of the black clothes in his heart, and when he heard this, his eyes lit up as well.

"Let's go, let's go to the dungeon in the east first, rescue all the righteous people, and then gather all the power of the righteous path to wipe out the remnants of the ancient truth."

The masked woman seemed to hate these remnants of the ancient truth, and when she talked about exterminating them, she gritted her teeth.

Fang Yi also agreed with this plan in his heart, after all, there were only two of them, and the main task was to kill all the remaining sins, which was difficult in just one day.

And just now they also knew from the mouth of the black-clothed disciple that the strength of the ancient true temple master is even stronger, at least with the other party's description, Fang Yi feels that he is one-on-one, that is, delivering food.

The two stopped talking nonsense, and with the guidance of the map, they quickened their pace towards the location of the dungeon to the east.

Before he had walked a few tens of meters, after passing through a few corners, a gray-clothed figure emerged from the corner again, among which there were two black figures, these disciples had hideous faces, holding all kinds of weapons, roaring and killing.