"Twenty elite monsters, one hundred ordinary monsters......"

Fang Yi unconsciously looked at the masked woman and Elder Huang, if it weren't for these two NPCs, he would definitely be drowned by these sea of people alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Elder Huang turned his head to look at the masked woman and said, "The master of the Guzhen Temple will hand it over to me." ”

After saying this, his body moved, like a swimming dragon, rushing left and right, his figure fluttering, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and he magically passed through the obstacles of layers of gray-clothed and black-clothed disciples, rushed into the main hall, and rushed towards the golden dragon chair.

"Elder Huang has already passed, let's deal with these gray-clothed and black-clothed disciples as soon as possible, and then go to help Elder Huang."

The masked woman turned her head and said to Fang Yi, no matter if he could hear it, she stepped on the ground, and the whole person jumped up, jumped up, and rushed into the crowd instead of retreating, and at the same time, the long sword on her waist was pulled out with a bang, only to see the sword light flash, and a little Sen Han sword intent burst out, stabbing the two people directly.

Fang Yi looked at the two of them with a wry smile on their faces, they really don't treat bean bags as dry food.

But at the same time, it also stimulated the fighting factor in his heart, although these two people may not be intentional, but it is this unintentional contempt that makes him more uncomfortable.

It was only a few seconds in the blink of an eye, Elder Huang had already confronted the temple master of the ancient true temple, only to see his footsteps kick, like an arrow off the string, leaping several feet high, rushing into the golden dragon chair on the high platform, a palm slapped out, and suddenly let out a violent wave, this palm actually formed an invisible and shadowless palm force, like a yellow angry dragon, straight to the ancient real temple temple master on the golden dragon chair.

Seeing the palm rushing in, the master of the ancient temple was not a vegetarian, his slightly ordinary face did not see the slightest discoloration, snorted coldly, grabbed out with one claw, and the fierce claw strength came out through his fingers, and one palm and one claw slammed together, making a loud bang, and the violent wave of qi pushed both of them backwards.

However, these two people are real masters, and as soon as they kicked the ground, they suddenly didn't know how thick the floor was, and there was a cracking sound like a spider web, cracking one after another, with this power, both of them stopped their figures, snorted coldly, and rushed up again, the figure kept flashing, and the palm and claw continued to collide, and there was a terrifying loud sound.

For a time, these two turned out to be chess opponents and will meet good talents.

Fang Yi was really dumbfounded when he looked at this scene, it was so real, even true, even his five senses could feel the reality in front of him.

If it was an online game in the past, even if the NPC hit the sky, it would not give the player a sense of substitution, or even a little attraction, unless there was a benefit, otherwise the player would not waste a few seconds watching such a boring thing.

But this mysterious online game has done it, just the battle of NPCs, and it also makes people feel dry in their mouths and hot in their hearts, and they can't wait to replace themselves.

Everyone has a martial arts dream, and it has nothing to do with reason, sensibility, or even character.

Fang Yi was the same, at this second, he wished that he also had such strength, trying the sword in the world, and the martial arts were superb.

And at the same time as he sighed and envied, there was a roar in his ears, and his mind suddenly cleared up, the situation in front of him was too dangerous, and he didn't have time to think about anything else.

Glancing at the masked woman again, her swordsmanship was really powerful, in just a few blinks, there were nearly ten gray-clothed disciples who died in her hands, and one-tenth of her strength was in her hands.

Taking out the steel knife from his waist, those gray-clothed disciples pounced like wolves, kicking his feet, he knew his own advantages and weaknesses, and only by fighting fast and slow, and exchanging injuries for life, could he put them to death and survive.

Decided in his heart, Fang Yi took a little step, cast the dragon tour nine directions, and as soon as his body jumped, he got into the crowd, and at the same time performed the Thunder Knife Technique, the Wind Knife Technique, cutting left and right, big ups and downs, the knife was fierce, powerful and fast.

At this time, Fang Yi's heart was extremely calm, blood continued to burst out, and a terrible howl kept sounding around him, but it didn't affect or disturb his thinking at all.

The knife in his hand fell, and he slashed a head, blood gushed out like a fountain, Fang Yi's eyes were calm, and he kept changing directions, never staying in the same place for too long, and it was easy to be squeezed into a nowhere to go.

He stepped on the Longyou Nine Directions Body Method, his body was constantly transforming, slashing with knives, cutting left and right, just like a killing god, and after a while, the number of gray-clothed disciples killed and injured in his hands had reached five.

Slashing another gray-clothed disciple, Fang Yi suddenly felt a faint chill on his back, and immediately knew that something was wrong, and he didn't look back, the steel knife slashed back, and with a clang, the knives collided together, making a crisp resonance.

At this time, he had the strength to glance back, and found that it was a black-clothed disciple, this person was extremely cunning, and in one blow, he immediately hid among the gray-clothed disciples, hiding his figure, in a vain attempt to sneak attack again.

Knowing that the situation was not good for him, he gritted his teeth, as if he didn't know, the steel knife in his hand was wielded more powerfully, the momentum was heavy, the knife was desperate, every time the knife was swung out, there was a terrible howl, and after a while, a small puddle of blood had formed on the ground.

Another stab killed a person, he roared angrily, like crazy, and at this moment, a silent scimitar came out horizontally, silently, extremely weird, and stabbed Fang Yi in the back.

The scimitar was about to come to him, and the black-clothed disciple could even think of the scene of Fang Yi's head being in a different place under this knife, and he didn't realize that there was a trace of a triumphant smile on his face.

But just when the scimitar had just cut through the opponent's clothes, Fang Yi suddenly turned around, and the steel knife swung into a continuous blade of light, forming a fan-shaped knife, this knife was extremely domineering, like a wind sweeping leaves, even if he hadn't slashed his body, he already felt a faint pain.

This knife was extremely fast, as fast as lightning, and the light of the knife flashed in his pupils, almost shaking his eyes, unable to see, that is, when he closed his eyes, he felt a pain in his body, and then he actually flew up.

He tried to open his eyes to see what was going on, only to find a pair of unusually familiar legs still standing in place, blood gushing out, turning the ground into a small puddle of blood.

"Hey, why are you so familiar......

Before a thought could fully flash through his mind, he felt a sharp pain come over him, and his eyes suddenly went black, and he fell into the deepest darkness.

Selling a flaw, leading out the black-clothed disciple to kill him, Fang Yi was not happy, not to mention being picked up by the opponent's scimitar in the waist for a few inches, and there was another knife wound on his arm.

Fortunately, the two wounds were not deep, and a knife slashed out again, splitting the gray-clothed disciple in front of him, he gritted his teeth and pierced his clothes, tightened the wound, and then moved his footsteps again, rushing into the crowd.