The sun is shining, spreading and shining on the whole world, as if the whole world is covered with a layer of gold-colored light veil.

Linjiang City.

There was a dead silence, the smoke was filled, and the smoke and dust were billowing out.

On the long street, pedestrians on both sides gathered, crowded, and everyone was staring, under the golden sunlight, like one golden statue after another.

There are Jianghu guests, there are disciples under the four grades of the blue-robed Great Dao Sect, and there are guards in Linjiang City, etc......

Heaven and earth were silent.

All that was left was the sound of heavy breathing ringing in everyone's ears.

Blood, all over the ground, flowed out of the dilapidated restaurant.

In the shop of Qianfei Pavilion, the owner of Wu Pavilion and many stewards and men, their eyes were constricted, and they crowded at the door, looking at the restaurant separated from Qianfei Pavilion by a street, the corpses were lying sideways, shaking and collapsing, and finally raising a thousand layers of dust.

The eyes of the master of Wu Pavilion flickered, and the middle-aged stewards were trembling, a little palpitation, and a little afraid.

On the street, a disciple of the Great Dao Sect standing around the restaurant was full of gloom and horror in his heart.

They stared at the long street, and An Fan, who had been beheaded by Fang Lang, seemed to have infinite fear flooding their chests.

Even if it was Li Yuanzhen, a genius in the crowd who was in the same class as Fang Lang, at this moment, the only thing in his eyes was horror.

Fang Lang...... It's time to kill!

The disciples of the Great Dao Sect, at this moment, have suffered countless casualties!

Even among the disciples of the lower four grades, the best An Fan could not escape death.

was ruthlessly beheaded by Fang Lang!

Li Yuanzhen still remembered that An Fan often told him that he should not be afraid of Fang Lang, because he was a disciple of the Great Dao Sect, and the future was limitless, and sooner or later he would master the forbidden spell-level spells, surpass Fang Lang, and become a genius who overlooked everything in the same class.

Li Yuanzhen once believed it, but now, An Fan, who said this to him, was cut off all his heads by Fang Lang.

All the words of comfort have become a ridiculous cloud of the past!

Fang Lang...... When he first entered the artistic conception of the four-grade sword, he actually killed An Fan, who was at the peak of the four-grade sword!

This is the real demon!

Transcend?

Beyond a fart!

Li Yuanzhen's already collapsed mentality completely exploded at this moment.

He sat down on the ground, his eyes full of despair.

How can you chase such a demon?

It is a sadness to be born in the same era and in the same session with such a demon!

Fang Lang's white clothes were stained with blood, not his blood, but the blood of the disciples of the Great Dao Sect.

From the moment Fang Lang decided to go on a killing spree, Fang Lang knew that he might be incarnated as Shura, and the frightened and frightened eyes around him made Fang Lang's heart not fluctuate in the slightest.

Anfan's head was also filled with terror.

Such an expression is rarely presented on his face, because An Fan is a person who cares about face, and the funny thing is that now that An Fan is dead, he who cares about face the most, but he has such a shameful expression on his face permanently.

A breeze blew, Fang Lang was holding the obsidian sword, the body of the sword was as black as ink, and it didn't even reflect the sunlight, and there was constantly red blood flowing down from it.

The killing intent on Fang Lang's body became stronger and stronger, and he was as cold as a wolf coming out of the desert, tearing apart everything that threatened him in front of him.

The Guiyuan Sword returns and scurries into the sword box.

Fang Lang held the obsidian sword in one hand and An Fan's head in the other, and threw it up gently.

The skull slashed across the arc and slammed into the ground with a muffled sound.

The wind blew the hem of his blood-stained clothes, which turned out to be a different kind of poetic and picturesque.

Outside the city, it has long been in disbelief.

An Fan died, and the disciples of the Great Dao Sect who entered Linjiang City to chase and kill Fang Lang in the Four Rank Realm also suffered countless casualties, and even the genius An Fan was able to survive.

This cruel reality impacted the hearts of every strong person in the Great Dao Sect outside the city!

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……

Outside the riverside city, there was a brief silence.

The atmosphere was stagnant, as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and it became so difficult to even move!

He ...... How dare he? ”

An elder of the Great Dao Sect stared, his hair trembled, suspended in the air, stretched out a finger, trembling and pointing at Fang Lang in the city, his heart was as turbulent as a mudslide collapse!

The powerhouses of the Great Dao Sect who blocked the Sword Shu Sect did not continue to fight at this moment, they seemed to have turned into sculptures, and everything seemed to be very different from what they expected!

"This son...... Damn it! ”

One of the elders let out a low roar with a look of pathos on his face.

He had obviously shouted to stop, but Fang Lang was still cruel and killed An Fan!

Distance.

Wen Ting held a thin sword and let out a faint laugh.

"Damn it?"

"It's ridiculous."

"You are allowed to kill my disciples of the Sword Shu Sect, and I am not allowed to fight back from the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect?"

"You are justified in killing Fang Lang, and it is a sin for Fang Lang to kill An Fan?"

"The Great Dao Sect is used to being high, isn't it? Don't forget, once my Sword Shu Sect was the first sect in the Tang Dynasty! ”

"I'm a disciple of the Sword Shu Sect, kill your disciple of the Great Dao Sect...... And how?! ”

Wen Ting's robe was flying, and his cultivation fell to the bottom when he killed the eldest prince Li Tianlin with a sword before, and now with the help of the Sword Shu Sect, he has begun to recover rapidly, but he has not fully recovered.

However, because the foundation of the Seven Grades Realm is still there, this battle can also be intervened for the time being.

The scar on Elder Ji of the Sword Shu Sect trembled slightly, he held the sword, and said coldly: "Good kill!" ”

"It's a vendetta in the rivers and lakes, and since it's a vendetta in the rivers and lakes, it's life and death."

"A group of people chased and killed, chased into the city to block the gate, and were killed, and you still have the face to speak?"

"You old guys, it's ridiculous."

The-for-tat confrontation in words made the faces of the powerhouses of the Great Dao Sect more and more ugly.

And the powerhouses of the Sword Shu Sect actually had some changes in their complexions.

The main thing was that Fang Lang was killing in Linjiang City, which shocked them, and they were surrounded by so many disciples of the Great Dao Sect, it was as if they were in a desperate situation, however, in this case, Fang Lang still fought his way out of the bloody way.

He didn't choose to run away, he didn't choose to hide, but shot directly and killed the world repeatedly!

While many Sword Shu Sect powerhouses were shocked in their hearts, they also felt as if there was a fire burning in their bodies!

Although today's Sword Shu Sect has fallen to the bottom of the top ten sects.

But, I am a disciple of the Sword Shu Sect...... Don't be deceived!

From Fang Lang's body, they vaguely saw the shadow of Xuanyuan Taihua, the female sword immortal who was in the dust with a sword and was peerless, covering the entire Tang Dynasty Sect!

The same domineering, the same one person sweeps Liuhe!

After Wen Ting finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the city, his expression was extremely complicated, and he sighed for a long time.

In the martial arts arena of Luojiang Academy, the immature young man wielding an iron sword is now ...... After all, he still embarked on a difficult bloody road.

Wen Ting couldn't help but wonder if he had led the wrong way.

This is good or bad for this teenager.

It's a pity that everything in the world has no turning back after all, Wen Ting can't change what has passed, what can he do...... The only way to clear the way is for teenagers.

Flicking his fingers on the thin sword in his hand, the thin sword hummed, and Wen Ting's tepid breath began to sink gradually.

In the distance, the expression of a strong man of the Great Dao Sect changed, and he wanted to open the seal that sealed the city, however, as soon as he moved, Wen Ting threw out a sword light, and the sword light fell from the sky, forcing back the strong man of the Great Dao Sect.

"Don't be in a hurry to open it, keep sealing it."

Wen Ting said lightly.

What seals are opened?

Don't you like seals?

Aren't you trying to catch turtles in an urn?

Go on!

And Wen Ting's actions made the powerhouses of the Sword Shu Sect also react, and for a while, one after another sword qi was in the air.

Outside the city, the roles were reversed, and the strong man of the Sword Shu Sect, who originally planned to open the city and ban it, actually became the object of blocking the Great Dao Sect from opening the forbidden formation.

This change is also unbearable, and it feels a little funny.

And under the obstruction of the strong men of the Sword Shu Sect, the strong men of the Great Dao Sect really couldn't open the formation, because the offensive of the strong men of the Sword Shu Sect suddenly increased a lot!

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……

Void.

The terrible collision and bang, the clouds were like a lake where boulders had fallen, and there were terrible ripples, sweeping in all directions!

It was as if the heavens and the earth had been smashed into a huge hole at this moment!

Void.

The snow drifted towards the small sword in white, and the green steel sword in his hand was shattered into thousands of sword pieces, as if it had turned into thousands of flying swords, sweeping above the sky, like a river swimming fish, densely packed, sweeping the sky.

In the distance of him, Zhao Longshi, the head of the Great Dao Sect, was suspended in the formation around him, his Dao robe was flying, riding an immortal crane, and the immortal wind Dao bones.

At this moment, the two stopped fighting, Zhao Longshi frowned slightly, and turned his head to look, as if he saw the picture of blood floating and sinking in Linjiang City.

"This son...... It's too much. ”

Zhao Longshi frowned.

The death of so many disciples of the Great Dao Sect has a huge impact on the entire Great Dao Sect, and it will even affect the future luck of the Great Dao Sect, after all, young disciples are the foundation of the Great Dao Sect, and they will inherit the pillar of the Great Dao Sect in the future.

However, the geniuses of the Four Rank Realm, including An Fan, were slaughtered by Fang Lang, this is to make the Great Dao Sect break off!

"Xuanyuan Taihua is not so ruthless!"

Zhao Longshi's face was grim.

Then he shook off the dust, and he didn't plan to continue fighting with Chao Xiaojian.

He was going to Linjiang City to take a look at the situation.

However, Chao Xiaojian didn't let it, although Fang Lang's killing was a little unexpected to him, but Chao Xiaojian felt that it was refreshing to the extreme.

! is worthy of being the person he has taken a fancy to the head sister of Xiaojian!

This violent temper is really in line with his heart towards Xiaojian!

"Zhao Longshi, young people have young people, what are you a bad old man mixed with?"

Swept towards the little sword, and suddenly countless flying swords seemed to turn into a cathartic nine-day galaxy, and smashed down!

Zhao Longshi ignored it, and the magic array was launched, as if there were mountains moving horizontally, entangled in the sword river towards Xiaojian, and while fighting, he flew in the direction of Linjiang City.

Chao Xiaojian can't, there is still a gap between him and Zhao Longshi in terms of hard power, but Chao Xiaojian is also ruthless in his heart.

If he was really in a hurry, Hugh blamed him for fighting hard at Xiaojian.

Even Fang Lang's little guy dared to work so hard, he couldn't lose anyone towards the little sword, he was also the name of the white-haired sword demon who killed the enemy by desperately crossing the ranks!

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The Great Dao Sect, on the top of the Tongtian Mountain.

Zhao Taifeng, who was constantly absorbing the power of spiritual thoughts from the Great Dao Tomb and filling the consumption, frowned.

His eyes seemed to have crossed time and space, and he saw the picture in Linjiang City, Fang Lang's ruthlessness and methods, which were somewhat unexpected to him.

And the more this is the case, the more Zhao Taifeng feels that he can't let go of Fang Lang, if this son grows up, he will inevitably become the second Xuanyuan Taihua.

Maybe it's a good thing for the Tang Dynasty, but it's not a good thing for his Dao Sect!

Suddenly, Zhao Taifeng's eyes fluctuated, he turned his head to look at the void, his eyes couldn't help but condense, but he saw that the void fluctuated slightly, and a terrifying aura swept in.

"It's ...... you"

Zhao Taifeng stared at the burly man in armor who appeared from behind the clouds, frowning slightly.

"Ancestor Zhao, how about cooperation?"

The burly man said lightly.

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Linjiang City.

In the mountain road hundreds of miles outside the city, an old monk in a robe, holding a scepter, followed by a little monk with a radish head, walked in every way, and the mountain road under his feet, like a track, continued to fly.

The old monk's face was full of wrinkles, and the robe and monk's robe were flying.

"Master, where are we going when we leave the mountain gate?"

"Soon, it will be the day when our disciples of the Buddha Sea will clash with those demon and demon geniuses in the Lingshan Demon Que, Master, what are you doing when you don't lead this battle, but leave the mountain gate?"

The little monk tilted his head, and there was a bit of anxiety on his face.

The old monk turned his head and glanced at the little monk, his face was full of kindness: "The Lingshan Demon Que guarded by our Buddha Sea is different from the Demon Que guarded by other forces, and we pay attention to compassion in our Buddhism, and do not kill, so the ten Nine Grades entered the demon world, incarnated the pagoda, expelled the demon beasts in the Demon Que, opened a Buddha domain, and kept a side of peace." ”

"However, on the side of the demon world, the powerhouses of the demon clan and the demon clan have also appeared, incarnated into the demon tower, confronting the masters of my Buddhism, and competing, which can be regarded as an exchange measure between the two worlds."

"It was agreed that every 10 years there would be a confrontation between the young generation of geniuses."

"If it is victorious, the demon tower will retreat, and if it is defeated, my Buddhist pagoda will retreat."

The old monk's words made the little monk's face full of solemnity.

"Yes, Master, this year's stupa competition is about to begin, since you always know, what are we still doing here?"

The little monk said anxiously.

The old monk chuckled, raised his head, raised his palm in front of him, and slowly exhaled.

"One hundred and eighty-nine years have passed in the blink of an eye, and this year is the last decade...... In the first eighteen encounters, the winners and losers were half of them, and now there is one left in the pagoda and one left in the demon pagoda. ”

"This last battle is very important."

"If it wins, the stability that Lingshan Demon Que has maintained for nearly two hundred years will continue, if it is defeated, the demon world will definitely be driven away by the demon beasts expelled from the pagoda again, and even the Buddha Sea will no longer be peaceful."

"And, for a very important reason, this last stupa cannot be retreated."

"And do you think that the younger generation of my Guanfohai can win this last battle steadily?"

The old monk's eyes were a little deep.

The little monk was suddenly unhappy: "Master, you look down on me?" ”

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand and knocked on the little monk's head: "This year, the demon clan and the demon clan are fully prepared, and your senior brothers who are ascetic in the demon world have sent back news that this year the demon clan will dispatch the demon saint and the demon demon son......"

The old monk's face gradually became serious: "In the sea of Buddhas, the news sent back by your senior brothers who entered the demon world to do ascetic deeds shows that the talent of the demon saint and the demon demon is the most terrifying in the world, and the root bones are even more terrifying. ”

"Do you think you're okay?"

The old monk looked at the little monk and asked.

The little monk opened his mouth slightly and shook his head.

The Most Holy Bone?

Is there really a Most Holy Bone in the world?!

"Then Master is going to Linjiang City to hand over the only foreign aid quota to An Fan of the Great Dao Sect? That Anfan's strength is said to be quite good, but is he the Holy Bone? ”

The little monk's eyebrows were upside down, and he asked unconvincedly.

The wrinkles on the old monk's face stacked, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Linjiang City, smiled deeply, and said softly: "What we are looking for is not An Fan." ”

"We are looking for Fang Lang, the new champion of this year."

"What kind of bone Fang Lang is, I don't know what kind of bone the old man is, but ...... He is a disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal. ”

"That's enough."

The little monk on the side was stunned, wasn't he looking for An Fan? It was actually to find Fang Lang, a disciple of Taihua Sword Immortal?

The little monk thought of the sword inserted in the Buddha Sea Stupa and couldn't help but fall silent.

If he was a disciple of Xuanyuan Taihua, maybe ...... You can compete with the Demon Saintess and the Demon Clan, right?

However, the little monk was still a little unconvinced.

After all, Xuanyuan Taihua is Xuanyuan Taihua, her disciple...... It's a disciple.

Xuanyuan Taihua's disciples, can they definitely be compared to Xuanyuan Taihua?!

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Linjiang City.

Outside the city, they fought again, but the identities of the two sides were reversed, and the strong man of the Sword Shu Sect who originally planned to open the city gate chose to block the strong man of the Great Dao Sect.

For a while, the two sides played a real fire, and the sword light array was intertwined, and the road outside the city was bombarded with potholes!

The turmoil spread into the city, causing a panic among the people of Linjiang City!

And in the city, it makes people feel even more panicked!

Fang Lang walked towards the outside of Linjiang City step by step, while the fourth-grade disciples of the Great Dao Sect died, and the remaining disciples of the third-grade realm gathered together, confronting Fang Lang, and constantly retreating in the direction of the city gate on the long street.

Looking down from the sky, it seemed that Fang Lang alone forced back hundreds of disciples of the Great Dao Sect of the Three Rank Realm.

Around, the Jianghu guests were already frightened, although the disciples of the Great Dao Sect offered a good price, but when they thought of the group of Jianghu guests who died in the restaurant, the rest of the people were only left with fear.

Fang Lang's eyes didn't fluctuate too violently.

He walked on foot, his blood-stained clothes flying, and alone, he actually forced hundreds of disciples of the Great Dao Sect to not dare to make any changes.

I didn't dare to seal, I didn't dare to make a loud noise, I could only keep retreating and retreating......

After retreating to the gate of the city, there is no way to retreat.

The main reason is that Fang Lang has killed so many disciples of the Great Dao Sect's Four Rank Realm, and there is a momentum condensed in his body, which is a terrifying momentum.

Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a hero!

Although Fang Lang has never slaughtered Wan, he also has an awe-inspiring momentum on his body.

The disciples of the Great Dao Sect who were forced to retreat to the front of the city gate were all ugly, and in the crowd, there were disciples of the Great Dao Sect, who spoke in a loud voice: "Fang Lang! Linjiang City has been blocked by the powerhouses of my Great Dao Sect, you can't kill it! ”

"Could it be that you really plan to kill us all?"

"And what is the difference between your actions and those of demons?"

In the crowd, Li Yuanzhen was pale, he didn't know what to say, he stared at Fang Lang, but when he saw Fang Lang hearing such words, his pace stopped, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hang a warm smile.

This smile made Li Yuanzhen's hairs stand on end and his pores tightened.

"He's really going to kill! He's really going to kill! ”

Li Yuanzhen turned around and ran towards the city gate, slapping the city gate hard.

And facing Fang Lang, who was facing a group of disciples of the Third Rank of the Great Dao Sect, the warm smile on his face had not yet dispersed.

With a shake of his body, he suddenly swooped out, and rushed into the crowd while the effect of the double persistent card had not disappeared!

The obsidian sword swung out, and the double-strand sword intent erupted.

The sword thunder swept through the thunder, like a blue thunder dragon, stirring among the disciples of the third grade, bringing up a puff after puff of blood!

As long as the disciples of the Great Dao Sect Sanpin Realm dared to make a move, Fang Lang did not have any politeness, and his sword fell.

Under the sun, blood is constantly blooming like flowers, Fang Lang takes one step, kills one person, and kills ten people in ten steps.

The white robe on his body has already been dyed bloody.

The white clothes turned into bloody clothes, but the face did not change much.

Li Yuanzhen sat on his knees in a daze, his whole body trembling, and he even forgot about the connection array.

The sound of footsteps stomping on blood was heard.

Fang Lang held the obsidian sword diagonally, walked to Li Yuanzhen's side, and turned his head to look at him.

Li Yuanzhen's eyes were blank, and he raised his head numbly to look at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang watched quietly.

For a long time, a warm smile bloomed on his face, and this smile was deeply engraved in the depths of Li Yuanzhen's heart, like a demon who came out of the sea of corpses and blood!

Subsequently, Fang Lang held the obsidian sword diagonally, crossed Li Yuanzhen, and did not kill him.

All around, the disciples of the Great Dao Sect who were sitting on the ground were trembling physically and mentally.

Fang Lang didn't slaughter them all, however, these disciples had completely lost their fighting spirit, leaving only the endless shadow left by Fang Lang!

Fang Lang's hands were covered with blood, and the obsidian sword was sheathed.

Standing under the city tower, he raised his eyes and looked at the soldiers guarding the city of Linjiang City above the city tower.

"Open the door, it's troublesome."

Fang Lang smiled kindly, and waved slightly towards the soldier guarding the city.

On the city tower, a group of soldiers in armor swallowed their saliva, did not dare to disobey, and hurriedly opened the gate of Linjiang City.

Crunch crunch......

The city gate slowly opened, and the sun shone obliquely on Fang Lang's blood-stained figure.

At his feet, behind him, was a bloody road of corpses.

Outside the city.

Stop.

The magic array rises and falls, blocking the city.

But the opening of the city gate also makes the scenery inside the city visible in the eyes of many strong men outside the city.

Everyone stared blankly, their mouths slightly open.

Mountains and forests in the distance.

Two monks, an old man and a young monk, seem to shrink the ground into inches.

Looking at Fang Lang, whose clothes were dripping with blood in the city gate, the little monk couldn't help touching his bald head, and his lips spurted for a while.

"Division...... Master...... I took it. ”

"Master, let's ...... Do you really want to invite him? ”

The old monk's eyes were deep, and his pupils were deep, reflecting the tragic scene in Linjiang City, like Shura's hell, and he sighed and put his palms together.

"Amitabha."

"That's it."

PS: There is an abnormal sound in the heart, you can't sit for a long time, you have to rest more, as long as you sit for too long, your chest will sting, alas, a little dazed, I have been writing a book for so many years, and this is the first time such a situation has occurred, and the recent update may not be very stable, sorry.

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