readx;? Originally, with Fang Xiaowu's current strength, it was not difficult to kill four martial immortals with the same cultivation as himself, as long as he was willing, he would definitely solve the battle within twenty moves, but he knew what it meant to be hidden deeply, if he was too prominent, it might not be a good thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, while unfolding the superior body method, he fought with the four martial immortals, neither letting the four martial immortals gain the upper hand in front of him, nor going all out, he had to do his best.

He's waiting for an opportunity, a chance to break the foursome.

As long as this opportunity comes, he can break them individually, so that he doesn't have to waste so much effort.

Ten moves, twenty moves, thirty moves, forty moves.

Finally, after fifty moves, the four martial immortals consumed a lot of yuan power after a violent attack, and they already seemed to be a little exhausted, and they were sweating profusely.

Ha~

Fang Xiaowu chuckled, found the right opportunity, suddenly cast a teleportation **, appeared behind a martial immortal, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and landed on the shoulder of this martial immortal.

Then, Fang Xiaowu Yunjin gently pushed outward, and that martial immortal couldn't help but bump into one of his companions.

That companion was about to stab Fang Xiaowu with a sword, but suddenly felt a flower in front of him, the person he was stabbing at with this sword was not Fang Xiaowu, but became his companion, and he was suddenly startled, and his wrist hurriedly retreated, not daring to let this sword pierce solidly.

But at this moment, Fang Xiaowu had already launched the "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations", and with lightning speed, he first shattered the heart and soul of the martial immortal who was restrained by his shoulder, and then came behind this martial immortal and punched out, hitting this person in the back of the heart.

Rumble!

After Fang Xiaowu punched this martial immortal in the back of the heart, Yuan Li was like a big river flowing, directly pouring into the opponent's body, coupled with the divine power of "Nine Folds and Nine Tribulations", he actually beat this martial immortal who cultivated to the same as himself to the flesh and shatter the Yuan Soul.

In this way, there were only two of the four martial immortals left.

Those two Martial Immortals just shot a little slower, and let Fang Xiaowu kill two Martial Immortals who cultivated to the same level as them, knowing that Fang Xiaowu's strength was more than one level higher than them, and he would definitely die in Fang Xiaowu's hands, so he simply fought with Fang Xiaowu.

Kill!

The two of them roared angrily, their whole bodies tightened, and the human sword flew towards Fang Xiaowu as one, exuding a powerful aura that wanted to die with Fang Xiaowu.

Although their cultivation is not a martial saint, they are also martial immortals in the middle stage of the return to the Pu realm, and even if they are martial immortals who are two levels higher than them in their cultivation, I am afraid that they will not dare to directly encounter them easily, but temporarily avoid the edge.

Fang Xiaowu laughed, waved his left palm, and was about to fight with the two martial immortals, but at this moment, an ominous premonition came to his heart, and he hurriedly flew back.

Listening to a loud "boom", the two martial immortals actually exploded their souls, and launched the exercises with all their might, even the sword in their hands was blown to pieces, and the two powerful breaths fused together, and burst out outward with a momentum like a bamboo, and the power was doubled, and there was smoke everywhere.

And Fang Xiaowu was in this thick smoke, which meant that he couldn't avoid the power of the two martial immortals when they exploded their souls.

Seeing this, the mysterious woman standing on the ground watching the battle flashed a slight brilliance in her eyes, as if she felt something.

I saw that after the smoke cleared, Fang Xiaowu stood suspended in the air, unscathed.

It turned out that although he was within the range of the Yuan Soul self-detonation, his physical body was extremely strong, and he retreated more than ten zhang, so he was not injured.

However, he himself knew that if he was only about a zhang away from the two Martial Immortals who had exploded at that time, no matter how hard his body was, he probably wouldn't be able to withstand the power of the two Martial Immortal Yuan Souls when they exploded, and he would have to be injured.

Fang Xiaowu slowly floated down from mid-air, and at the same time looked into the darkness in the distance.

Although he couldn't see the brocade-clothed man and the others, he could feel that the group of people was not very far from here, only fifteen or sixteen miles.

The other party is now dead six martial immortals, so next, the other party will definitely send more people and higher cultivation masters to this side, although he is not afraid that the other party has many masters, it is a big deal for the soldiers to block the water and cover the earth, but he always feels a little troublesome.

After his feet hit the ground, Fang Xiaowu secretly mobilized the Yuan Force in the Purple Mansion, his eyes were piercing through the Xuanguang, and he was ready to fight the incoming enemy at any time.

......

At this moment, the group of people who were more than ten miles away all felt that the six martial immortals were dead, and their hearts were shocked.

The face of the brocade-clothed boy was particularly ugly, and his face was dark and gloomy, as if he had been smeared with a layer of black charcoal.

If he hadn't been too convinced of his own strength and had miscommanded, he shouldn't have let those six martial immortals die, but it was too late to say anything now.

For the sake of today's plan, he must use thunderous means to make the other party pay for his blood debts, and let the people who killed their Ge family masters know how powerful their Ge family is.

"Hmph, I didn't expect the opponent to be so strong that he could actually kill the master of my Ge family, but my Ge family can stand in Martial God City for many years, how can it be idle? Since you dare to kill the people of my Ge family, my Ge family also has the ability to kill you!"

The boy in brocade waved his hand and ordered: "Give it all to my son, kill them without a piece of armor, and there are no bones left." ”

Suddenly, a monk who had cultivated to the early stage of the Gundam Returning Mirror took a step forward, bowed and said: "Seventh Prince, tonight's incident is quite strange, according to the old man, I should go back and tell the master of the family, so as not to lose more......"

"What did you say?" The brocade-clothed boy raised his eyebrows, his face was full of displeasure, and shouted: "Wang Zhi'an, do you think we are not their opponents?"

"That's not what old people mean. ”

"If that's not what you mean, then what do you mean?"

"Old decay just thinks ......"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a person walking in the distance, and no matter who it was, he didn't see how he appeared, just like a ghost.

I saw that the man was walking with his hands behind his back, although he was walking under his feet, but the speed was terrifying, and he appeared on the high slope in a blink of an eye, and the man in brocade was only ten zhang away, wearing a Confucian robe, not tall, and his whole body exuded a sick breath, it was the sick scholar who didn't know what his origin was.

Although the brocade man and the others had seen the sick scholar for the first time, the sick scholar had already been a well-known figure in Martial God City, and they had heard of it even if they hadn't seen it.

What's more, the story of the sick scholar defeating the "smiling swordmaster" Zhuge Hong has long been rumored, and everyone knows that his cultivation is even higher than Zhuge Hong, and how dare any monk who is a little self-aware dare to provoke him? Once he sees him, he is bound to avoid him.

Suddenly, except for the man in brocade, the other masters of the Ge family involuntarily took three steps back, in case the sick scholar suddenly made a move.

Although the brocade-clothed boy was not the tallest among them, he was the most courageous, and he was not afraid of the sick scholar, and asked with a sneer: "Sick scholar, what are you doing here?"