Fang Zheng glanced at the Qiu Dong Sword in his hand, crossed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "If you have the ability, come and get it!"

"Hmph! Toast and don't eat and drink! Today Lao Tzu has to teach you a lesson!" Hao Weisuo saw that Fangzheng didn't eat oil and salt, and his heart was also angry.

He took the lead in striking, swinging the Night Knife and slashing towards Fang Zheng.

Wang Badan and Diao Ming also made a move, and Huang Zhilang rolled his eyes and deliberately slowed down by half a beat.

I saw a flash of sword light, and a chill instantly enveloped everyone, the first to bear the brunt was Hao Weishuo, the sword and the knife collided, when a sound, Hao Weisuo's dark night knife was immediately cut off by the autumn and winter sword, and then the sword light swept away, from Hao Weishuo's chest slashed.

The sword flashes, the blood is splashed, and the people fall!

Hao Weisuo fell to the ground, and a foot-long bloody mouth on his chest was shocking.

This sword slashed through his heart, and the aura in the sword destroyed his heart in an instant, killing him on the spot!

Martial artist double, die!

Seeing this, Diao Ming and Wang Badan hurriedly retreated.

Both of them were shocked in their hearts.

Nima, Hao Weisuo actually hung up with one move, and even the supposedly indestructible Night Knife was broken in two.

The spirit soldiers are powerful, and they are invincible!

Yes......

Diao Ming suddenly let out a miserable scream, and was wrapped around his neck with a whip from Huang Zhilang, who was a few steps behind, with a barb on the whip, and the tip of the hook pierced into Diao Ming's flesh, and the blood flowed.

Huang Zhilang pulled the whip back violently with both hands, and with a snort, Diao Ming's neck was broken, and he whimpered for his life.

Wang Balan glared at him angrily and said, "Huang Zhilang, what are you doing?"

Huang Zhilang smiled and said, "Isn't it good to solve a competitor for you?" Brother Wang, don't be angry, let's not fight with this kid, the sword in his hand is too powerful, let's let the minions get on it!"

Wang Badan nodded when he heard this, Diao Ming was killed, in fact, he didn't care at all, it is indeed as Huang Zhilang said, fewer competitors are good for everyone.

The spirit soldiers were too strong, Hao Weisuo was killed with a sword, and they couldn't get any benefits when they went up.

It is the best choice to let the minions under his command deal with Fang Zheng first, consume his aura, and finally choose the cheapest.

The two of them hurriedly retreated, beckoning the people in the group to go up.

"You all go, if anyone kills him and gets the spirit soldier for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will make him the deputy head of the regiment, and the bounty will be ten thousand taels!"

The rewards of the two were very rich, and the eyes of the people to whom they belonged lit up, and they all rushed to Fangzheng.

The Black Dragon Regiment will go on without a reward, Fang Zheng killed Hao Weisuo, and they want revenge.

And the people of the Vermilion Bird Regiment glared at Huang Zhilang angrily, and the deputy head of the regiment shouted: "Huang Zhilang, you dare to kill our regiment leader!"

Huang Zhilang looked at him disdainfully, and snorted coldly: "You call a fart? Do you have the ability to seek revenge on Lao Tzu?"

The other party was speechless, but he really didn't dare to seek revenge on Huang Zhilang.

The mercenary group is actually composed of interests, and as soon as Hao Weisuo dies, of course the people under him will not fight Huang Zhilang for revenge, which is not cost-effective.

Huang Zhilang's tone softened, and said: "Don't you call it? If you don't call it, you will give it to Lao Tzu, in the future, you will all be from the Vermilion Bird Regiment, and you will be in charge of the old department!"

When the deputy head heard this, he was immediately overjoyed, this is a promotion.

Immediately, he shouted for his brothers to kill.

Fang Zheng was fearless, swinging the Autumn and Winter Sword, several people were killed as soon as he swung it, he stood on the edge of the cliff, but he took advantage of it, at least he didn't have to worry about being attacked on his back.

The edge of the cliff is narrow, and only a dozen or so people can rush up at a time.

In the distance, Wang Badan and Huang Zhilang's eyelids jumped, and in less than half an hour, nearly a hundred people died.

"Brother Huang, how long does it take for this kid to consume his aura?

"Don't worry, he definitely won't be able to hold on for long! What is the distress of a few minions? When he gets his sword, how many people will rush to join the group!"

He expected that the reason why Fang Zheng was so powerful was because of the blessing of the spirit soldiers.

Although the spirit soldier is powerful, it consumes the spiritual energy extremely much, and when the spiritual energy of the founder is exhausted, it is the period of death!

It's just that......

A quarter of an hour has passed, and there are already two hundred dead people, Fang Zheng is still killing, and he doesn't see the slightest weakness in his attack, and his speed is still fast and accurate, how can there be any signs of spiritual energy exhaustion?

Some people were already scared, hurriedly retreated, ignored nothing, turned around and ran.

I'm scared!

The corpses had been piled up like a mountain, the blood had flowed like a river, and in their eyes, Fang Zheng, who was nothing, was like a god of killing, which made them frightened.

Wang Badan and Huang Zhilang glanced at each other, very solemn.

They felt that maybe they had miscalculated, that this kid was too weird.

"Brother Huang, what should we do? Should we go up or retreat?" Wang Badan hesitated.

Huang Zhilang gritted his teeth and said: "Hold on! Lao Tzu doesn't believe that he can really hold on! He must be a strong outsider now! Isn't there still more than 100 people?

When Wang Badan heard him say this, he felt that it made sense.

Even if he and Huang Zhilang, with the aura of the dual realm of martial arts, it is absolutely impossible to use spirit soldiers for a long time, and it is even more impossible for this kid in front of him, so the only explanation is that this kid is holding on.

No one wants to give up an opportunity, especially in the face of great temptation.

The two of them have their own thoughts, and neither of them will retreat, if they leave now, the remaining one will hold on until the Fang Zheng aura is exhausted, wouldn't they have picked up a big bargain, and the one who left will definitely regret his death.

With the spirit soldiers, the chaotic town will be its own world in the future.

The killing continued, Fang Zheng's eyes were blood-red, he couldn't remember how many people he had killed, anyway, ten to kill ten, these guys were like tofu, and they would fall with a sword sweep.

Spirit soldiers do consume a lot of spiritual energy, even if a martial artist is a two-fold or even a three-fold four-fold person, it will be consumed at this time.

He knew very well what Huang and Wang were planning in the distance.

However, they would never have imagined that he had a golden seed in his body to help, and he was sucking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at any time, and he was not worried about running out of spiritual energy at all.

Their waiting, on the contrary, created an opportunity for Fangzheng.

These two might have a chance if they besieged him with the others, but now, they have no chance.

Look at the sky, it's almost evening, you have to rush back to the chaotic town at night, the night in the chaos forest is very dangerous, Fang Zheng doesn't want to spend the night here.

It's time!

His sword suddenly became violent, killing the minions screaming again and again, and a bloody path was killed, and he rushed towards Huang and Wang, who were waiting for the opportunity to seize the sword.

"Haha, this kid is desperate, he must be running out of aura, so he wants to escape!" Huang Zhilang saw him like this, not surprised and happy, and shouted self-righteously.

Wang Badan also felt that this was the case, and said excitedly: "Brother Huang, it's time for us to make a move!"

"You and I will work together to kill him first, and then each will use his own ability to take a sword!" Huang Zhilang nodded, and his long whip was raised, shaking out a piercing scream.

Wang Badan was holding a double axe, staggered in front of him, and he was also ready!

Neither of them would strike first, because they were both worried about each other's black hands, anyway, they were coming in this direction, and it was not too late to make a move when they got closer.

It's close!

Huang Zhilang took the lead in making a move, the long whip roared away, Wang Badan saw him like this, so he also brandished an axe and rushed towards Fangzheng, thinking that Huang Zhilang's whip was beyond reach, he was closer, and after killing Fangzheng, he would kill Huang Zhilang after grabbing the sword, and everything would be fine!

He didn't see it, Huang Zhilang sneered behind him.

Huang Zhilang is very cunning, how could he not know that the melee attacker must get the spirit soldier first, but he always felt that this kid Fang Zheng was weird, because he had personally seen a martial artist triple besieged by a large group of spirit beasts, and that person used the spirit soldier, but it didn't last for a quarter of an hour before the spirit qi was exhausted and torn to pieces by the spirit beast.

Therefore, he felt that Fangzheng's situation was extremely abnormal, so he deliberately asked Wang Badan to try Fangzheng's situation.

At this time, Wang Badan had already arrived in front of Fang Zheng and slashed away angrily with his axe.

Fang Zheng snorted coldly, swiped the sword light, and with a snort, Wang Badan fell to the ground.

Huang Zhilang's eyes were about to fall out, and he was so frightened that his gall was about to break, so he withdrew his long whip, turned around and ran.

He was glad that he had a heart, otherwise he would have died.

He had a sample of things that made him the lowest cultivator among the four, but he was able to rank the mercenary group above the Suzaku group.

That's speed!

The martial art he cultivated, "Thousand Traces", is a light-weight exercise, which is unfolded, like the wind, and a vertical leap is a hundred meters away.

He immediately unfolded, and with a flicker, he appeared a hundred meters away, with a hideous face, and secretly swore that he would find Fang Zheng for revenge in the future.

Fang Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, this guy's speed is so fast, he will definitely not be able to catch up if he wants to chase it.

However, he has a way!

Sou!

He threw out the Autumn and Winter Sword and shot straight towards Huang Zhilang.

Huang Zhilang heard the sound of breaking wind, at this time he was already two hundred meters away, looking back, he couldn't help but be happy, is this kid stupid?

At a distance of 200 meters, it is impossible to be accurate.

Therefore, it is impossible for this sword to shoot him, isn't this a sword to him?

Fighting for speed, he has never been afraid of anyone, he immediately stopped running, but stood still.

He just waited, waiting for the autumn and winter sword to fall beside him, and bent down to pick it up.

He couldn't help but mock: "Boy, you are really a pig!"

Fang Zheng grinned, who is the pig?

Huang Zhilang was convinced that he couldn't stand still, and the sword couldn't stab him.

However, when the sword came to him, he was dumbfounded.

Poof......

The sword was as if it had its own eyes, and it was exactly inserted into his heart.

I wasn't prepared at all.

He didn't even do the bare minimum of defense, because he was convinced that the stab would miss.

He lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the Qiu Dong Sword that pierced half of his heart, and then raised his head with difficulty, looked at Fang Zheng, and said with the only remaining breath: "You...... How...... Did you do it?"

Fang Zheng flew up to him, pulled out his sword, and Huang Zhilang fell to the ground, dead and blind.

He couldn't have imagined that Fang Zheng had an eye of insight, let alone two hundred meters, even a distance of one thousand meters, and he could easily stab a mosquito.

When the people who were still alive saw that Huang Zhilang was dead, they suddenly lost the courage to fight again and fled one after another.

Fang Zheng didn't bother to chase them because he had more important things to do.

The death of so many people also means that the belongings of these people belong to him, and while it is still dark, of course he will have to search for it.