I saw that the green tendons on Wu Limao's forehead burst out, and dozens of fierce whip shadows struck towards the Liuyun Sword, and hundreds of thought knives had formed a small knife formation, slashing towards Fang Wenqing's sea of knowledge. Fang Wenqing suddenly felt very pressure, although his Liuyun Sword was entangled with the long whip, he obviously felt the strength of the other party's true yuan, and he could hardly support it for long after such a hard fight. Seeing Wu Limao's slashing of the Idea Knife, Fang Wenqing immediately shot out countless Idea Needles to wrap the Idea Knife Array one by one. At the same time, one after another thought knives slashed towards Wu Limao's sea of knowledge, Wu Limao was suddenly startled, and secretly said in his heart, what a powerful sense of power.

Wu Limao didn't have time to think about it, the small knife formations formed by the Mind Knife protected his sea of knowledge, and at the same time, with a palm strike, hundreds of palm shadows overwhelmingly attacked Fang Wenqing.

It's so tough, Fang Wenqing said secretly in his heart. He didn't have time to think, a Tai Chi Shadowless Fist was struck, and at the same time, the black square scarf was also sacrificed, ready to put away the fierce long whip. But to his surprise, Wu Limao snorted coldly, volleyed out a long sword, and stabbed at the black scarf, and the black scarf that had been hit by hundreds of shots before fell to the ground, making a fluttering sound.

Hitting here, Fang Wenqing already understood at this time that this Wu Limao was definitely a first-class master of the Penglai Immortal League, and he had heard his master Li Qingxiao say that the interface where the entire Huaxia was located could only be cultivated to Jindan, and if he wanted to have a greater breakthrough, he had to find another way, and this other way was not clear to even the master, otherwise why would the master leave with regrets? He thought that his cultivation in the later stage of Jindan and his magic weapon would be able to laugh at the whole of Huaxia. But after meeting this Wu Limao, his thinking has changed dramatically, a person should not be proud and complacent at any time, otherwise it will not be far from failure.

Fang Wenqing hurriedly threw out several fireworks talismans, and suddenly the smoke spread, only hearing the sound of the magic weapon crashing, he was gambling, betting that Wu Limao's mental power was not as good as his own. When his own thought needle broke through the other party's idea knife array, the overwhelming thought needle stabbed towards Wu Limao's sea of knowledge, Wu Limao couldn't imagine that Fang Wenqing's idea power was so strong and so continuous. As soon as he blocked the attack of the Mind Knife, the dense Mind Needles had already attacked him, where was there still a little light enemy, and he immediately recondensed the Mind Knife Array, but at this time, his Mind Knife Array had been greatly discounted, and he found that these Mind Needles were several times more powerful than the Mind Knife, and in an instant, his knowledge of the sea was painful, and he secretly screamed badly. Now the only thing that connects with him is the long whip, and the pain of Zhihai makes it impossible for him to let his mind out, and under the smoke in the sky, he only relies on his feelings to fight.

Fang Wenqing's mind is strong, he needs this moment to come, and only by betting on this desperate blow can he have a chance to win. Who knows if Wu Limao has the elixir to restore the sea of knowledge, he clenched the knife, quietly walked behind Wu Limao, suddenly jumped up, took a human head with a knife, and sprayed blood mist everywhere.

When the smoke cleared, Fang Wenqing sat on the ground exhausted, his mind spread out to a radius of several hundred miles, he was surprised to find that there were no other people coming, and his heart suddenly relaxed.

Putting away the magic weapon on the ground, he returned to the pit again, and the two ancient coins and the wine gourd once again shrouded the entire pit. The long whip and the long sword were placed on the side of the pit by him at will, thinking to himself, it seems that this ancient money and yin and yang are really vulnerable in front of the masters, at least in the future, in front of the masters at the peak of Jindan, don't use these. Everything that went well in the past was because the other party's cultivation was not good, but now in the face of these dozen or so masters of the late stage and peak of Jindan, he only relies on his own strong mental power, and his own five thunder spells have not yet been cast, and he doesn't know how powerful it is?

He sighed softly, looked at the long whip and the long sword on the ground, he didn't have the slightest interest in these two magic weapons, and pressed them in the air with his hand, and threw them into the space bag. But because of the eagerness to escape, he really didn't see how many Jindan were in the late stage, and there were several Jindan peaks, he estimated that the Jindan peak should be a very rare existence, even the Shenlongmen was estimated to not exceed three, and he only swept two Jindan peak masters at a glance, and it was estimated that there would be no more than three.

Thinking of this, Fang Wenqing was relieved, and he thought of why Wu Limao came alone? There is only one explanation, that is, the protective shield formed by his ancient money can block the thoughts, so that the thoughts cannot be searched, so more than a dozen people acted separately.

After resting for a stick of incense, he felt that the true yuan in his body had recovered, he took out a knife and dug around the pit, but he didn't find any more thunder sources and small stones, so he simply gave up.

Fang Wenqing stood up, with the protective shield formed by the ancient money, and quickly leaped up, he thought, instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to take the initiative to attack and kill the monks in the late stage of Jindan first. He quietly walked in the other direction, and after a few hours, the sky gradually darkened, and he looked at the setting sun in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun was still there, burning the whole western sky. A few waterfowl flutter in the red sky, looking so laid-back.

Suddenly, there was a conversation between two people not far ahead, and a loud voice said, "Master Ling, it's getting late, do we want to continue?" ”

"Elder Mo, the Qiu Vice Alliance Master hasn't sent a signal of convergence yet, let's wait here first." A slightly older voice said.

"Master Ling, is it really that Fang Wenqing who killed Master Zhang?" The man named Elder Mo asked.

The old man's voice sounded again: "Hmph, it's just a lie." Qiu Changtian had already set his sights on the position of the leader of the Penglai Immortal Alliance, but he was just afraid of Zhang Wushan, the Supreme Elder of Penglai Immortal Island. Now that Zhang Wushan is in retreat, it is said that he has obtained a meditation exercise, and he needs to understand the mysteries. And Mo Xinghe has also been closed since he was injured in Kite Capital last time, saying that he was healing. How can you let go of this opportunity? And Fang Wenqing's arrival just gave him an excuse, so he could explain to Zhang Wushan, the Supreme Elder of Penglai Immortal Island. ”

"Door master, then which side should our Tianhe Gate stand on?" Elder Mo asked again.

"Alas, my Tianhemen is declining day by day, and it is already a third-class sect, this time the masters of all the sects were used by Qiu Changtian, at that time, everyone listened to Qiu Changtian's words, and saw Zhang Tianxiang, who was dying, all agreed that Fang Wenqing was the murderer. But think about it carefully, there are too many flaws in it, there is no trace of a fight, Zhang Tianxiang was still very calm when he died, this is not in line with the legend of Fang Wenqing in the outside world, it is rumored that Fang Wenqing's favorite thing is to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, can we leave such a calm body waiting for us to see? Sect Master Ling continued, "Elder Mo, it's not just us who think so, it is estimated that most of the sects have already understood it now, but no one wants to be the first to say it. ”

Fang Wenqing's mind unfolded quietly, and found that the two of them were not far in front of him, both of them were cultivators in the late stage of Jindan, originally he planned to kill these two directly, but when he heard the conversation between the two, he found that not everyone listened to the one named Qiu Changtian, but they were just forced by some kind of pressure. He was just about to go over and ask a few words, when he heard the Ling Sect Master say: "We don't wait, leave this place of right and wrong, that Fang Wenqing is not something we can afford to provoke in Tianhemen, this person will be revenged, hurry up, otherwise you won't be able to leave for a while." With that, the two stepped on the flying sword and left quickly.

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Fang Wenqing shook his head, who made this rumor, when will he report it?

The moonlight was hazy, Fang Wenqing found a few waterfowl eggs, after the knife flew out, only a few birdsongs were heard, and a few waterfowl had already appeared in Fang Wenqing's hands, this was his dinner.

Fang Wenqing took out the long sword, inserted the water bird on the long sword, raised the fire, roasted a few water birds, and soon, the aroma came to his nose, and it looked like the time was almost there. He buried a few waterfowl eggs in the fire, and breakfast was ready, which was not bad, and he thought of it in his heart, and forgot about his situation.

Eating delicious food and listening to the sound of the surging sea crashing against the shore, his heart was at peace, as if he was not being hunted down, but specially on vacation.

After he had eaten, he thought it was time to work, and he was still very confident in his mental power. The mind slowly opened and stretched out into the distance without any scruples, covering almost the entire island. Sure enough, in the rest of the directions, the eight monks were still looking carefully, and these eight people did not scatter their thoughts, when Fang Wenqing's thoughts swept away, these eight people were all slightly stunned, turned back and checked carefully, and without waiting for the other party's eight people's thoughts to unfold, Fang Wenqing quickly withdrew his thoughts.

This time he had already looked very carefully, there were actually three masters of the peak of Jindan, plus the dead Wu Limao, as well as the healing Mo Xinghe, and Zhang Wushan who was in retreat, the entire Penglai Immortal League actually had six masters of the peak of Jindan sitting in the formation, no wonder Penglai Immortal Island didn't even dare to let go of a fart when the kites were lawless. This strength, looking at the whole of China, is also a top-level existence.

Fang Wenqing secretly took a long breath, fortunately he escaped quickly, otherwise he would have been destroyed countless times. At this time, several rays of light flew in his direction, Qiu Changtian was at the front, followed by seven masters.

The Liuyun Sword had already risen in the air, making a sharp sword sound, and the eight people came to Fang Wenqing, Qiu Changtian smiled and said, "Little thief, tell the old man to be easy to find, hand over your things, and the old man will make you die happily." ”

Fang Wenqing flicked the Liuyun Sword in front of him, and said disdainfully: "During the day, an old puppet named Wu Limao also said the same thing, but now it is a corpse. After speaking, a long whip volleyed out of the air, and several people looked at it one after another, "Spirit Silence Whip!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

Seeing the Spirit Silence Whip, the eight people sacrificed their magic weapons one after another and surrounded Fang Wenqing. Qiu Changtian said: "Fellow Daoists, after killing Fang Wenqing, the things on his body and the kites, all of us present have a share, and I, Qiu Changtian, swear by my practice." ”