"Fang Tianhang!This is what your Divine Sword Sect is doing?! Such a Divine Sword Sect is still the leader of the righteous path?!" When Fang Tianhang walked out of ten zhang away, the Venerable Shengyang came back to his senses, hurriedly turned around, and yelled at his back. The monks who came and went around flashed to the side in horror, lest they would get close to this man and be contaminated with calamity.

"Our Divine Sword Sect, but it has been filed with the imperial court, and it has long been renamed the 'Divine Sword Army'! If you are not satisfied, you can write to the imperial court to make a complaint! The key is whether you are afraid of the literary prison!" Fang Tianhang waved his arms towards the night sky as he said hurtful words.

The Venerable Master of Shengyang was stunned again by these words, and he didn't even notice that Zhang Mengmeng and Yinchen walked by.

......

Yinchen was walking deftly behind Zhang Mengmeng, and suddenly when he looked up, he saw several people, or creatures close to humanoids, who were immediately surprised that they couldn't walk, and pulled Zhang Mengmeng's sleeve hard. Zhang Mengmeng turned around and saw Yinchen pointing at the people not far away with a surprised expression. It was like seeing some prehistoric animal.

"What's the matter? They are the people of the Divine Sword Sect, and the person at the head is called Fang Tianhang, who is the leader of the righteous path disciples, and his martial arts are unfathomable, what's wrong? Have you seen him before?" Zhang Mengmeng carefully observed Yinchen's eyes, and did not find any hatred and anger in the silver pupils, only a simple surprise, and then looked back at the clothes of those people, and then nodded suddenly:

"The clothes don't quite conform to the rules of the imperial court, but they are monks, and they have to be distinguished from ordinary people, so it's like this, and it's good to get used to it. Zhang Mengmeng gently patted Yinchen's back.

At this moment, there are gradually more people on the mountain road, most of them are elite members of some small sects, and they are full of murderous momentum and rush to the top of the mountain, where is the place where the two realms of righteousness and demons compete in martial arts.

Silver Dust They were at the bottom of the mountain road, and Fang Tianhang was at the top of the mountain road, with a steep slope of more than ten feet of gravel in between. As soon as Silver Dust looked up, he could see their bright red robes and miserable green sleeves.

Big red with big green, that's not all. The key is that they are obviously wearing red robes like the groom's officials, but they have to embroider the robes with wide flowing flowers and black edges like mourning, pitch-black cloud patterns, pitch-black flowers and birds, and even a large pattern of gods and demons, which looks very weird. The Fang Tianhang who was the leader was wearing a pair of shoulder armor that seemed to be a shoulder shirt, or a desperate golden walnut wood shoulder armor, and his mixed style was really desperate.

The hair of these people, I don't know what's going on, is all light brown, and it looks like the color of black and yellow that has been made with the cheapest baking cream in the cheapest little hair salon, which is really a bit disgusting. And their hairstyle, it looks like a combination of Rukawa Kaede and Beckham, it looks fine up close, at least the strands of hair are particularly shiny, but from a distance, people who don't understand it really regard their hair as some organ on the alien body.

The men were carrying swords, each of them in a wide, oblong, rectangular scabbard that looked like hardened snakeskin, and the scabbard was not at all pretty, as if it were carrying a chainsaw, and then half-forcibly tied to the bodies of the men with a chain to which they were tethered. The hilt of everyone's sword stretched out diagonally from behind their right shoulder, pointing at the night sky, and the other swords were all black log handles, only Fang Tianhang's sword, which was actually a pure golden toad that had been pinched and thinned. I really don't know what the craftsmen who made the magic weapons thought at the time?

In a word, the clothes of those people are very inconsistent.

"Kill Matt!" Yinchen screamed at the moment when he was patted on the back by Zhang Mengmeng, and then hid behind Zhang Mengmeng as if he was frightened, only revealing half of his face, and said weakly: "Sister, they are killing Matt!"

He lowered his voice, startling the people around him, and the few people who walked in front turned around like a whirlwind, and when they saw Zhang Mengmeng and Yinchen in the outfits of the Demon Pavilion, they instinctively drew their swords.

"Bold demons, dare to make noise here!" Fang Tianhang's voice came steadily, making Zhang Mengmeng tremble instinctively, the coercion of the quadruple masters in the body and the official authority of the perennial careless of people's lives in the county town made Zhang Mengmeng and the demon disciples in the small sect near her a little cringe. Yinchen felt Zhang Mengmeng's fear, and did not hesitate to get out from behind her, protecting Zhang Mengmeng behind him like a chick baby protecting a hen.

"Dare to kill Matt! Dare to affect the city's appearance in broad daylight! Don't look at your attire...... It's immoral!" Silver Dust Scholar Fang Tianhang's tone replied, in fact, he did it on purpose with that voice just now.

Yinchen doesn't think about what kind of force the Divine Sword Gate is, he only thinks that if he makes a move, the Divine Sword Gate will have to become the Divine Claw Gate, not to mention that these so-called righteous path disciples are just three or four levels of strength in the body, and they can still turn the sky in front of him under the crown of Yinchen ** Master?

The people around them all stopped, and the flow of people who had been surging upwards froze for the time being, and the people of many other sects watched the development of events with curiosity and schadenfreude. In their opinion, Yinchen had no cultivation at all, and he really didn't know which pill he had taken wrong, and he actually dared to provoke the true chief of the Divine Sword Sect.

Fang Tianhang separated his entourage and walked down step by step, walking down from the mountain road. Every step he took was soaked with the official authority of a county order, and the coercion of a master who entered the body fourfold, step by step, he walked in front of Yinchen, and slowly walked to the front of a third-level demon master step by step without hindrance, only two feet away from each other, he didn't know, or no one present knew, that was a magician's greatest forbearance, charity and mercy.

"Boy, do you want to die?" Fang Tianhang stood in front of Yinchen and deliberately put on a posture that he thought was very imposing and could set off his tall image, this posture had to be different enough, and it had to be completely different from other righteous sects and even fellow disciples in the Divine Sword Sect. He didn't know that his posture looked particularly silly in Silver Dust's eyes.

"I want to duel with you, right now. Yinchen's words were a bit out of tune, but they directly ordered the key point of Fang Tianhang. Fang Tianhang, who was in a tall posture, and even had a faint gust of wind on his body, was stunned for three seconds by Yinchen's words, and then let out a burst of laughter that he thought was very bold, but actually very **, like a convulsion.

"Quack quack!" he had intended to let out a burst of laughter that would resonate with the others present, but all that came out of his mouth was the sound of a wild duck being gnawed by a rat's foot, and Silver Dust was made to retreat again and again by his laughter, like a deserter who had been defeated in a large rout under the sonic weapon.

"Laughing to death! Quack quack! Everyone, fellow Daoists of both the Righteous Path and the Demon Path! Look at it! Look at what ridiculous guy has come out of the Demon Pavilion! I have no cultivation at all, and I actually came to duel with this seat! Boy, have your parents told you what a monk is?" Fang Tianhang laughed exaggeratedly as if he had encountered the biggest joke in the world, and the onlookers of the righteous path monks also laughed in unison. Fang Tianhang laughed loudly while secretly agitating the gang wind all over his body, and dark green clumps of gang wind like thunderclouds emerged from him, spinning into green flowing clouds, as if the dark clouds were pressed towards the silver dust.

It stands to reason that at this time, the silver dust without any cultivation should be white This slow, extremely stressful Gangfeng was so pressed that he fell to the ground, but this Gangfeng actually disappeared out of thin air when it approached about five inches of Yinchen's body, except for Zhang Mengmeng, everyone else only saw Yinchen being shrouded, surrounded, and even engulfed by a dark green thundercloud-like Gangfeng, but they didn't see him forced to kneel, let alone hear the clicking sound and screams he made when he was squeezed into bone deformation under the huge thrust contained in Gangfeng.

Dark Magic: Invisible Shield Wall