This scene shocked everyone, just like Liu Ziming seemed to fall into the air, Fang Yuan seemed to be looking at him in mid-air, and the group of people below. Those who were originally squatting on the ground involuntarily stood up in shock, and forgot to squat, and Li Hu and Song Kai didn't pay attention to it.

Liu Ziming was knocked away by the ancient general, which seemed to be between lightning and flint, but in fact, the two of them took off for a long time. Fang Yuan put Fang Cun on the steps, quickly tied the two golden ropes together, and then tied a knot at one end.

Fang Yuan threw the rope like a horse, in fact, he just wanted to set the horse. Estimating that the ancient general had fallen into a suitable position, Fang Yuan threw out the rope violently, and the golden rope was like a thin snake wrapped around the hind hooves of the black horse.

The knotted rope head circled around the horse's hooves, and the golden rope was entangled, and the horse's hooves smoked, and from the blue snort it spat out just now, Fang Yuan felt that this black horse should also be related to the spirit body. However, the effect of the golden rope on the dark horse was minimal, and Fang Yuan did not intend to rely on the effect of the golden rope to make contributions.

The ancient general rode a horse and had a huge forward momentum, the spear was always in front of Liu Ziming, Fang Yuan ran a few steps up the steps, and then jumped out and dragged down the rope.

Although the black horse still has the momentum to rush forward, after all, there is nowhere to borrow strength in the air, and the radius of more than 100 catties fell, and the horse lost its hind hooves and fell in the air. Fang Yuan jumped, still landing on the steps, and the black horse was dragged by him, although it didn't go backwards, it still fell down.

"Boom!" There was a dull loud noise, like a big drum, and the ancient general and the dark horse fell on the huge stone square, but they didn't stir up a trace of dust, this place was extremely clean, except for Fang Yuan's "uninvited guests", there was not even a trace of dust here.

The ancient general tugged on the reins, the black horse stood up directly, and Liu Ziming turned around violently in mid-air, like a spinning top spinning in place, unloading the inertia of falling. Otherwise, he would most likely be bumped into by this ancient general, just like those who were knocked into the darkness by him.

After the ancient general landed, he did not attack the people around him, but turned his horse's head and aimed at Fang Yuan, who was pulling him down on the white jade steps. The black horse neighed and snorted blue, and the ancient general leaned over on the horse's back with his gun raised and began to sprint.

The black horse and black armor stepped on the white jade steps, which was particularly dazzling, Fang Yuan stared closely at the ancient generals rushing up one by one, seeing him approaching, he hurriedly hugged Fang Cun and threw him out. The small body of the square inch crossed an arc and fell down the stairs in mid-air.

Liu Ziming had already landed at this time, he jumped lightly to catch the falling square inch, he did not use the soul technique. This was what Fang Yuan had told him, he couldn't use the Soul Technique as a last resort, because he always felt that it was very weird here.

Fang Cun was caught by Liu Ziming unscathed, and looked at his brother on the steps nervously with big eyes. didn't shout or scream, since he came in, Fang Cun felt very stuffy, which made him feel depressed in his heart. It's not fear, it's a strange emotion, and he can't explain it himself.

The reason why Fang Yuan didn't throw Fang Cun out just now was because he was worried that Na Gu General would throw the spear in his hand, but now he didn't have to worry about Fang Cun, he should worry about himself. The ancient general was already here, and this moment was even more oppressive than the Lingwei who fought against Liu Ziming at the beginning, perhaps because he was facing it himself this time.

Hei Jia raised his spear, although there was still some distance from Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan felt that the jet-black spear had locked his heart. Before he was there, Fang Yuan's heart surprisingly did not accelerate, on the contrary, it became slower and slower. He felt a momentum squeezing his heart, and maybe it wouldn't have stopped without the tip of the gun.

Liu Ziming had already taken care of a lot, a burst of red light flashed on his body, and the spirit technique "Immovable Ming King Level 2" was activated, and his muscles were rhythmic, one after another like water waves. His body was taller, and his muscles bulged like a demon god.

He didn't dare to throw the knife, because he didn't have an accurate head, maybe he might be able to solve Fang Yuan, Liu Ziming took a step forward, and the hard stone road was cracked by a cobweb under his feet. The red-glowing body soared straight up, bouncing like flight.

But no matter how fast it is, there is always a limit, it is too late after he catches Fang Cun, looking at the back of the black armor and black horse enveloping Fang Yuan, Liu Ziming's eyes are about to split, but he can't reach it.

Everyone didn't pay attention, and now the square inch behind Song Kai and the others, the small mouth was wide open, and there were tears in the eyes. His mouth was wide open but there was no sound, his immature face was covered with black veins, coupled with a painful expression, like a little demon crawling out of hell.

A flash of red light gushed out, bursting out from Fang Cun's small but pitch-black mouth, and the red light was like a swimming dragon, and it disappeared in an instant. A half-standing spirit man silently severed his head, and soon, the red color appeared in everyone's field of vision, but they didn't have time to react.

The red light swayed but was like lightning, flashing past Liu Ziming's side and heading straight for the black-armored general.