The glass fragments are condensed by the method of exercise, which has multiple effects, in addition to transmitting sound and communication, it can also be used for spatial positioning.

Fan Lang locked on to the location of the helper, and directly escaped into the air, teleporting to that place.

This place is located deep underground, surrounded by underground earth rocks, and the space is quite spacious.

There was a fierce battle here, a group of people wearing Xuanzhen Sect costumes, fighting with a large group of holy sons, the two sides were fighting each other, and there were several corpses lying on the ground.

When the people of the Xuanzhen Sect saw Fan Lang coming, they all perked up and let out a sound of joy.

"Alliance leader, you are really here, you really believe in your word!"

"Haha, now we are saved!"

"Alliance leader, help!"

A seriously injured member of the Xuanzhen Sect rushed towards Fan Lang, and two other holy sons were chasing him and chasing after him.

He fled all the way to Fan Lang's side and begged for help: "The alliance leader save me!"

Fan Lang glanced at the audience, taking in the situation here, and then looked coldly at the Xuanzhen Sect people who had escaped.

This dress is indeed from the Xuanzhen Sect, and this face is indeed from the Xuanzhen Sect, Fan Lang has seen it before and has a certain impression.

There are many things that can't be seen on the surface, especially when you are in such an unpredictable otherworld.

This Xuanzhen Sect member fled to Fan Lang's approach, two cold lights suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he launched a sneak attack on Fan Lang, suddenly flicking his sleeves, and a snow-bright dagger flashed out of his cuffs.

This attack is extraordinary, the dagger has a Dao Seal effect attached to it, and it is a relatively insidious Dao Seal, once it is hit, it will be very troublesome.

Fan Lang had been prepared before he came, and he was on guard in his heart, and when he saw someone sneaking up on him, he was not surprised at all, and immediately counterattacked.

His speed was faster than that of the enemy, and he struck first, bringing his fingers together, and slashing at the incoming person, turning into a sharp sword qi that split his whole person in two.

The corpse parted to the left and right, and red blood splattered!

"It's obviously the person who asked me for help, but he attacked me, and this is really a trap. You worked so hard to trick me, and I have to congratulate you on your success. It's just that it's easy to ask God and it's hard to send God, can you afford the price of inviting me?"

Fan Lang's voice was cold, his cold eyes scanned all directions, and the sword seal dragon wings opened behind his back, and the sword qi shuttled among the bones of the dragon wings.

The sneak attack just now is just the first link of this serial killing game, and the Holy Son who was present has long been prepared to lose the first game, it doesn't matter if this ring fails, there are interlocking killing moves behind!

"Hurry up and activate the formation!"

"Kill him!"

Many holy sons and those so-called Xuanzhen Sect members stopped acting and cheating, stopped fighting each other, and all pointed the finger at Fan Lang, and even the corpses lying on the ground jumped up, in fact, they were all cheating to death.

In order to kill Fan Lang, they took great pains.

The three formations were activated at the same time, which they had carefully arranged in the past few days, and they had put a lot of effort into it, each with different effects.

A formation can shatter space, affect the effect of space classes, and block space teleportation.

A formation has a sealing effect, and Fan Lang must be sealed.

There is also a formation with a weakening effect, which wants to weaken Fan Lang's strength.

The three formations were all aimed at Fan Lang, and under the urging of many holy sons, they were violently activated, and the ground shook violently, and all the effects of the formations were aimed at Fan Lang.

It's as if layers of shackles are attached to the body, bound by layers of constraints, and not free in every way.

"You want to suppress me with all this? naïve!"

Fan Lang shouted, entered the dragon king form, and nine dragon heads extended from his back, spitting energy into the surroundings, turning into beams of light, destroying the surroundings indiscriminately, anyway, there were enemies all around, and there was no need to show mercy to his subordinates.

This wave of attacks was just the beginning of a frantic battle, and then a bloody prelude.

Fan Lang pulled out the sword from the sheath and urged the thunder fire he had just obtained, and the red thunder on the sword body suddenly entwined and crackled, causing the surrounding temperature to rise suddenly, and everything was covered with a layer of scorching red.

There are more than 300 Xuan Saints besieging him around, and he has also arranged a formation here, and he has made thorough preparations, which is really not to be underestimated, and he must go all out.

As soon as Fan Lang made a move, he used all his strength, and even the thunder was really fired.

"You will be the first people to die on my thunderous fire!"

Fan Lang took out his sword to attack, and the two swords in his hands were all wrapped with fiery red thunder and lightning, rushing towards the many holy sons.

These holy sons were grouped together in groups of three or five to form a small group of flexible and maneuverable, and they used the group as a unit to deal with Fan Lang.

There were five holy sons joined hands, all holding halberds, and the sharp blades at the front were pressed together, gathering the strength of everyone.

They wanted to kill Fan Lang, but they saw a flash of red light in front of them, and the speed was beyond imagination. By the time they came to their senses, their bodies were broken.

When they were dying, they vaguely saw the figure of Fan Lang holding two swords, and that figure, like a ghost, like a god, like a Shura, brought destruction and killing to the world.

Kill five Xuan Saints in one move!

Fan Lang gained a sum of experience points, turned into a red light, and slashed towards the other group of holy sons.

Even though he was affected by the formation, his speed and strength were still above these holy sons, and none of them could match him.

Another flash of red light, this time four Sons were killed.

The corpses of these dead souls under the sword were ignited by the thunderous fire, and they were quickly burned to ashes, and even their belongings were not left.

"What's going on? Didn't he hit the formation, why is he still so strong?"

"The formation we spent so much effort arranging couldn't suppress him!"

"Don't panic, fight with him, he is the enemy of the Holy Light Continent, even if we take our lives, we will kill him!"

These holy sons all turned red in the eye, and they attacked Fan Lang desperately, and all kinds of attacks intertwined, forming various light curtains, causing the entire underground to violently shake.

Fan Lang shuttled through the many attacks, killing while looking for the location of the formation eye, and finally let him find it.

Three formations, three formations, this is just one of them, hidden very deeply.

Thunder is really hot, and it turns into a dragon!

Fan Lang's two swords came out together, aiming at the array eye and attacking, the red thunder on the double sword turned into a dragon shape, and the slender dragon body flew out around the double sword, and the volume instantly expanded, turning into a huge one.

The two dragons roared together, attacking the ground with one left and one right, melting the ground and piercing through layers of defenses until it shattered the array.

For a formation, the eye of the formation is equivalent to the heart, and if the heart is destroyed, the formation does not exist.

Fan Lang only felt light, broke a layer of restraint on his body, and his strength recovered.

The two red thunder dragons still have the strength to spare, Fan Lang danced with two swords, like a lion dancer, the red thunder dragon danced up, sweeping in all directions, many holy sons were hit, all of them were destroyed and died, and none of them were spared!

After this blow, looking at this battlefield again, the number of Holy Sons has been reduced by one-third!

A large amount of experience points were recorded in the account, allowing Fan Lang to take another step closer to the next level.

The melted underground rocks turned into magma, some of which were undulating and tumbling, and some of which were dripping from above, forming a hot lava rain, like a scene of purgatory on earth.

"Go on!"

Fan Lang was in the rain of fire, spreading the dragon wings behind him, and the red thunder of the double swords in his hands were entwined.

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