As soon as he figured this out, Fang Zheng flew forward quickly with his flying sword, wanting to launch a long-distance attack at a certain interval with these demonized mottled fierce tigers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Fang Zheng flew forward with the flying sword, and the four mottled tigers under his feet also followed all the way, biting Sun Hao to death, and from time to time he jumped up and bit Fang Zheng who was flying quickly in front, preventing him from leaving his own field of vision.

Fang Zheng flew forward with his flying sword, and the four demonized mottled tigers chased after him, their speed not much slower than the speed at which Fang Zheng's sword flew.

"Damn, this demonized mottled tiger really deserves to be the king of the jungle, and the speed at which it gallops can be said to be a tiger. I can't disconnect it from my own foundation, if I had known, I would have picked up a few more stones and put them on, so I am so forced now. Looking at the demonized mottled tiger chasing after him, Fang Zheng couldn't help but curse. These demonized mottled tigers are really hard to deal with!

Fang Zheng knew that the moment was urgent, and now he couldn't put a gap with these demonized mottled tigers, and when the true qi in the individual was exhausted, he would suffer! Although the true qi of the cultivation of the arrogant Dao Sect exercises in his body was very strong, but he couldn't use this brutal Demon Dao Sect exercises, and he could only use the true qi of the immortal sect's qi refining technique, which made Fang Zheng very forced, and there was a kind of mixed body full of energy, but he couldn't feel it.

Fang Zheng flew quickly in front, flying dozens of zhang away in just an instant, while the four demonized mottled tigers below were still in hot pursuit, and the corner of Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly found that a small hill a hundred zhang away in front of him was filled with many fist-sized black stones. As soon as he made this discovery, Fang Zheng immediately urged the true qi in his body violently, and controlled the flying sword under the horns to swoop down into the pile of rocks.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang ......"

After a few breaths, Fang Zheng urged the flying sword under his feet with all his strength, and soon rushed to the pile of rocks, Fang Zheng picked up the fist-sized black stone without saying anything, but the demonized mottled tiger also appeared after Fang Zheng's death. Just as Fang Zheng rushed to the pile of rocks and picked up two fist-sized stones, the four demonized mottled tigers approached Fang Zheng's body, and only heard a few bangs, Fang Zheng was hit by the demonized mottled tiger. The sharp tiger grasp simply left several blood marks on Fang Zheng's body. Fang Zheng, ignoring the spicy pain coming from his back, raised his hand, and a stone in his hand shot towards a demonized mottled abdomen in between.

"Poof!"

Because the interval was too close, the demonized mottled tiger did not make any response, only heard a pop, and there was a fist-sized hideous blood hole in the chest, and the crimson blood was like a spring, and soon the ground was dyed blood red, and the demonized mottled tiger only came to the ground with a roar of pain and began to struggle. As soon as he hit the mottled tiger, Fang Zheng didn't even look at the results, and the other stone in his hand flew away this time, shooting towards the other mottled tiger that was demonized.

"Poof!poof!"

The roar of the demonized mottled tiger caused the other three demonized mottled tigers to lose their minds for a while, and Fang Zheng seized this precious opportunity in front of him, bent down, and picked up two stones from the ground with lightning speed, and without raising his head, he shot away at the other two ends of the demonized mottled tiger. Listening to the three pops, the black stones that flew out of Fangzheng's hands shot the three mottled tigers one after another. Due to the haste of response, the stones that Fang Zheng shot out were inaccurate, and he did not make the three demonized mottled tigers hit hard, but only caused them to suffer a lot of trauma, which did not affect their combat strength, Fang Zheng shot three stones in a row, and did not hope to be able to severely damage the three demonized mottled tigers, but quickly controlled the white flying sword magic weapon to shoot towards a demonized mottled tiger in the middle.

This time, Fang Zheng controlled the flying sword and shot towards the demonized mottled tiger, instead of holding the flying sword magic weapon and rushing away, this was a brave attempt by Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng controlled the white flying sword magic weapon to shoot towards the demonized mottled tiger, while he lowered his head to pick up the black stones on the pile of rocks, which was his most useful weapon now. The demonized mottled tiger saw the white flying sword slashing towards him, and when he landed, the three demonized mottled tigers jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the white flying sword magic weapon.

"Poof!poof!"

Just as the three demonized mottled tigers flew up and pounced on the white flying sword magic weapon, the black stones that Fang Zheng grabbed from the ground flew out of his hands, only to hear three puffs, and the three stones shot at the demonized mottled tiger that pounced into the air in three directions. The three mottled tigers weren't as lucky as they had been this time, as the three stones shot into their bellies, blood gushed out, and they fell from mid-air the moment they knocked their square white flying sword magic weapon to the ground.

Seeing that the three demonized mottled tigers were hit by their own stones and fell to the ground, Fang Zheng relied on the contact between the divine thoughts in the sea and the white flying sword, and with a move of his hand, the white flying sword magic weapon flew into Fang Zheng's hand.

Seeing the three demonized mottled tigers struggling to stand up on the ground, Fang Zheng saw this, holding the white flying sword that was controlled by his own divine thoughts and shooting back with one hand, and then rushed towards the three demonized mottled tigers.

With the sword in his hand, Fang Zheng raised the white flying sword magic weapon in his hand and stabbed at the demonized mottled tiger that was struggling to get up, only to hear the three sounds of "puff puff", the demonized mottled tiger fell permanently in a pool of blood, and before he died, he closed his eyes permanently without a miserable cry and an announcement.

Crimson blood dripped down from the white flying sword spell in Fang Zheng's hand, and Fang Zheng didn't linger in place for long, and then walked towards the mottled tiger that had been hit by the stone at the beginning. The same sword fell, and the demonized mottled tiger fell forever in a pool of blood before it could scream, and the infinite tiger's eyes were only full of fear.

Killed these four demonized mottled tigers, Fang Zheng can be said to have tried his best, the true qi in his body is consumed, if it weren't for his strong body, comparable to demon beasts, otherwise it would not be the demonized mottled tiger that fell in a pool of blood, but he was square!