Kill!

The thirteen deadpools of the Yun family, the swords came out together, the real atmosphere was majestic, and there was a hidden dragon roar.

If those towering foundations in the gathering place of the Long River were replaced by any one person, in the face of so many foundation-building Deadpools, they would be scared half to death just by their momentum.

So what?

Fang Mu was fearless and fearless, his waist was as straight as a red tassel spear, his face was resolute, and his eyes were burning.

Kill!

Instead of retreating, Fang Mu's sword qi was wide and cold, and he cut out a split arc.

"Kill him!!"

The moment the death battle started, the thirteen Deadpools were really angry, and the moves were all killer moves!

For a while, dozens of swords, guns, sticks, fists and feet intersected, and the magic and tactics in the sky were overwhelming, almost drowning Fang Mu.

Poof——!

Fang Mu stabbed a man in the neck, and blood splattered on his head.

The left hand pen is full of flowers, and the word flower falls on the ground, like mushrooms after the rain, and it is alive into a flower!

One flower blooms, two flowers bloom, and then three flowers!

Enchanting flowers rise from the ground, break through the bluestone floor, and are higher than the inns and inns on both sides of the street, and the three flowers gather on the top!

"Guard!"

Fang Mu put down his pen with a god, and as soon as the word came out, the three demon flowers and vine branches stretched out, blocking the overwhelming offensive.

The Deadpools were shocked and subconsciously retreated, feeling uncertain in their hearts.

Flower? Where did the flowers come from?!

"That kid's magic is weird!"

"Damn, how could a sword cultivator still know such a weird technique?"

Deadpool never expected that the black-robed sword cultivator in front of them was not only amazing in swordsmanship, but also unexpected in spells!

Tactics and techniques have been the two extremes of the cultivation realm since ancient times.

Those who are proficient in the art of war are not proficient in magic, and the monks who are immersed in the magic are not very good at using cold soldiers.

In ancient times, the war faction and the magic faction were incompatible, and it was common for them to fight if they disagreed with each other.

It was not until later that the two factions gradually became one.

There is no such thing as which is stronger or weaker, each has its own advantages and disadvantages, as for the dual cultivation of tactics and magic...... There are indeed such people, but most of them are not impossible.

The Sword Cultivator's spells are not strange.

Who doesn't have a spell in their body, even if it's just a small fireball, it's a spell for making fire.

But......

Can he block more than a dozen foundation building encirclements, what kind of small trick is it?

Even if it's a master of spells in the foundation building period, I'm afraid it's just that, right!?

Fang Mu didn't care what they thought, he put pen to paper, and as soon as the attack word came out, the demon flower vine branch was like a human hand, and he pounced on it, and the defense was the attack!

"Die!"

Fang Mu fell into the chaotic crowd, flipped up and down, and the sword flew away.

Deadpool is miserable, on the one hand, he has to beware of the devouring of the three demon flowers, and on the other hand, he has to block the sword.

Which is this pair of thirteen?

It is a terrifying sword cultivator in itself, and now he has brought three difficult little brothers who are not afraid of death......

Slaughter.

The one-sided slaughter, these Deadpools that the Yun family had spent countless efforts to cultivate, were like grass mustard, harvested by swords.

"No ......"

In less than half a pillar of incense, only the last Deadpool remained.

He was heartbroken, and he retreated in a panic.

Fang Mu showed no mercy, stabbing him to death with three or two swords, and it was not until the end that he took a breath.

His right arm was filled with two terrible bloody wounds, apparently not lightly wounded.

Limbs and arms were severed everywhere, and corpses were separated.

Unable to tell whether it was a black robe or a blood robe, Fang Mu was like a bloody man, and the smell of fishy was extremely pungent, making the monks nearby who were secretly curious and watching the battle shudder.

"Is the sword blunt......"

Such a high-intensity non-stop battle to the death caused the Xuantie Sword to be no longer what it used to be.

Looking at the several small gaps in the blade, Fang Mu frowned, it was time to change the sword.

The premise is ...... There are still lives after this trip.

……

High in the air.

Zhuge Song, who was sitting on the plantain, smiled and stroked his white beard, this son is really extraordinary.

But......

After all, there is still a lot of difference, compared to the real Tianjiao, there is still a big gap.

Yun Chang was angry and angry, and his face was gloomy and terrifying!

He dispatched almost half of the Deadpool in the family, and all of them died at the hands of Fang Mu, how could he not be angry?!

"Abominable ......"

When it comes to Deadpool, that's not the case.

It's not that there are stronger Deadpools, but the few Deadpools are the elite of the elite, and they are responsible for guarding the Yun family's direct lineage, so it's inconvenient to pull away.

And those who can be mobilized are none other than Deadpool in the Qi refining period.

Building the foundation is still like this, not to mention refining qi, which is no different from sending him to death, of course he will not be stupid enough to do this.

Yun Changsheng's heart is dripping blood!!

It's not so easy to cultivate a Zhuji, and after only a long time, he was almost killed!

"Damn little brute, piss me off!!"

The anger in Yun Changsheng's heart had been suppressed to the extreme, and it could explode at any time.

Zhuge Song said unhurriedly: "The junior's business ......"

"I know!" Yun Changsheng snorted coldly.

He glanced at Xia Yan, who was in a coma beside him, and was upset, his consciousness was shocked, and he said, "Yun Teng, kill him!" ”

Suddenly, a young man who was cultivating in the Yun family's mansion opened his eyes.

He looked suspicious.

A weak aura came from the center of his eyebrows, which made him puzzled, and he couldn't help muttering: "Who is this guy...... How could you provoke the ancestor to be so angry......"

Doubts are doubts, and the orders of the ancestors cannot be disobeyed.

Immediately, the young man Yun Teng picked up the sharp knife on his right hand, jumped out of the courtyard wall with a blast, and swept in the direction of the source of the breath.

"Huh?"

Seeing the killing intent surging, Fang Mu stopped and looked up at the front.

Under the dimly lit street, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a hideous knife larger than his size, was walking slowly.

The young man's steps are heavy, and every step he takes will splash dust and sand, which makes people curious-

How much does his knife weigh?

"Qi refining period?"

The young man Yun Teng sneered coldly, and the knife in his hand disappeared out of thin air, obviously taking back the storage ring.

Invisibly, a majestic voice came from the air: "Don't be careless, this son is extraordinary, use all your strength to kill him!" ”

Hearing the voice of the ancestor, Yun Teng secretly frowned.

"Humph!"

Yun Teng was deeply disdainful, and he didn't take Yun Changsheng's words to heart in his heart.

He killed Zhuji, it was like killing a dog, just a Qi refining cultivator, why did he need to use all his strength?

"I cultivated at the age of seven, refined qi at the age of twelve, and built the foundation at the age of sixteen!"

"In the past year, I have sharpened my sword skills and killed the foundation of the same realm, a total of eleven people! At the peak of qi refining, I can't even catch a knife! ”

"I don't need to know your name, but you can remember my name, and when you get to the Netherworld, you can be considered dead."

"My name is ......"

Suddenly, a bronze flying sword was thrown out and slashed at his throat!

Yun Teng's pupils contracted, his expression was shocked, and he subconsciously turned his figure sideways, but by coincidence, he collided with the edge of a blunt sword.

Laugh at.

His neck was smeared with a bloody sword mark.

Yun Teng's eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, and his whole body shivered coldly.

He desperately clutched his throat and kept struggling, but the blood still gushed unstoppable, and even though he had a thousand words, he could no longer speak.

"Idiot."

Fang Mu put away his sword, swept back the bronze flying sword flying in mid-air, and without even looking at him, he turned sideways.