Fang Lang was not too surprised that his own strength became stronger, after all, he was bound to so many geniuses, and when the strength of the geniuses increased, Fang Lang would also become stronger unconsciously.

This is the companion relationship, this is the power of bonding.

The existence of the system is so domineering, this is the power of the system.

Fang Lang is actually very curious about the origin of the system, but curiosity does not mean that he can find out the origin of the system at his current level.

Perhaps, when he reaches the level of Xuanyuan Taihua and the others, and has the power to transcend this world, he may be able to know the secrets of the system.

However, I have to say that it is indeed because of the system that Fang Lang's life trajectory has undergone such a big change, and it is only by being able to grow from the tail of a small academy crane to the peerless Tang Dynasty champion today.

Fang Lang is grateful to the system, of course, this is also indispensable to Fang Lang's own hard work, after all, many times, Fang Lang has been hovering on the edge of life and death, and even almost died.

"It's actually that Lao Jiang has become stronger, if Lao Jiang doesn't pounce on her, I'll almost forget about her."

"With my current strength, before I know it, Lao Jiang can't catch up with me......"

"However, Lao Jiang has become stronger this time, which is a bit weird, it doesn't seem to be because of the breakthrough of his own strength, it seems to be ...... It has to do with blood. ”

Fang Lang muttered.

With so many fetters bound, Fang Lang could clearly feel the origin of the change in his strength.

That's why he was surprised.

If it was from the promotion of the demon saint Bai Ling, Fang Lang would not be surprised, after all, Bai Ling's own strength itself had reached the peak of the fourth grade, and he could step into the fifth grade at any time, and after stepping into the fifth grade, because of the blood of the demon emperor, his comprehension of "meaning" could far surpass ordinary people.

The improvement of strength will naturally be fast.

Not only Bai Ling, but also the Demon Clan's Demon Son Chi Yun, these two hanging walls with close to the Holy Bone, no matter how fast their cultivation was improved, Fang Lang felt that it was normal.

"Today's old ginger...... Not really. ”

"By the way, Lao Jiang is so good-looking, he should cry for a long time after punching, right?"

Fang Lang muttered, amusing himself.

The people who used to travel with him are now scattered.

Coming out of the Sea of Buddha Views, only Fang Lang was left alone.

His mind was withdrawn from the system, Fang Lang was dressed in white, he walked on the official road of Yima Pingchuan, overgrown with weeds on both sides, looking into the distance, there was no end in sight.

However, Fang Lang was faintly visible, and there was a primeval mountain range in the distance, a primordial mountain range.

There, that is Fang Lang's target this time, the Pulse Sect.

Of the four swords in the cycle of life and death, he pulled out three, and now, there is only the last lotus death sword left, as long as this sword is pulled, Fang Lang's current wandering trip should also come to an end completely.

He can summon Xuanyuan Taihua to return, and when the time comes, he Fang Lang will have the strongest thigh to hold, and no one will dare to provoke him.

Xuanyuan Taihua is an existence that can make many transcendent realm powerhouses fearful.

There are many fans of the existence.

Being able to become a disciple of such a strong man, Fang Lang felt that it was inseparable from his efforts, because of his efforts, he moved the other party.

The ground under his feet is shrinking rapidly, and Fang Lang's strength now has been able to shrink the ground into inches.

Now he is no longer the weak person who was forced to take refuge in the city.

The white clothes are flying, the black hair is fluttering, Fang Lang is carrying a sword box, and the sword is hidden in the box.

He is like a dashing swordsman, and like a handsome boy who has entered the world.

Between walking, it is like a fairy.

There was not the slightest smoke and dust on the ground, and on the official road, there was only a black shadow, galloping at a speed that was difficult to catch.

Finally, it turned into a white light and plunged headlong into the end of the official road, plunging into the vast mountains like a giant god.

……

……

In the middle of the dense forest, the wind blows.

The corners of Fang Lang's white clothes were swept up by a gust of wind, he stopped his steps, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

His eyes swept across the dense forest, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile slowly.

Interesting.

Fang Lang straightened his waist, his steps slowed down, and in the sword box, the obsidian sword was automatically unsheathed and fell into Fang Lang's hand.

Airplanes......

The sword body emitted a crisp sword groan, like a green dragon drilling out of the abyss, making a high-pitched voice towards the heavenly dome.

The obsidian sword was suspended on Fang Lang's shoulder, floating quietly, like a fish swimming out of the water, playing happily.

Rustle rustle......

As Fang Lang stepped slightly, stepping on the leaves falling from the ancient trees in the dense forest, the subtle sound that came made the darkness in the dense forest gradually ripple.

In an instant, everyone was drawn to it.

……

In the middle of the jungle.

The eyes of the three princes, dressed in armor and riding a white horse, suddenly froze.

Beside him, a burly general under the command of Assu Mountain, spoke coldly and solemnly.

"Here we are."

The corners of the third prince's mouth Li Liancheng curled slightly: "He really came, and he deserves to be a good apprentice of Xuanyuan Taihua." ”

"He should know that this trip to the Pulse Sect is likely to be full of crises, but he still came, he is really confident and arrogant enough."

"He seems to be confident in his quality."

"But also, in the battle for the pagoda, he is the holy witch of the demon clan and the demon clan."

Li Liancheng had a faint smile in his voice.

Fang Lang came, and he was very happy.

"Let people stop him, if he can capture the best, if he resists, he will be killed."

Li Liancheng, Dao.

This time, Fang Lang must die.

And behind Li Liancheng, the strong men under the command of Ah Si Ju Mountain, as well as the strong men of the Great Dao Sect, frowned and asked, "Your Highness, this is outside the gate of the Mai Sect Mountain, will we attract the attention of the sect master of the Mai Sect if we do this?" ”

Their concerns are not unfounded.

You must know that the Sect Master of the Vein Sect is not weak, although he is not detached, but with the help of the study of the bloodline, he can have a strength that is not weaker than detachment.

Once they disturb the other party, what awaits them may be the wrath of the strongest.

Li Liancheng was very relaxed: "Don't worry, the Mai Sect will not help Fang Lang." ”

He rode on a white horse and looked back at the Maizong Mountain Gate, which looked like a mirage in the desert.

"Although the imperial uncle of the Mai Sect is not interested in imperial power, he ...... But I'm very interested in the Iron Law. ”

"The strength of the Mai Sect is not weak, as long as the army does not break through the realm of the Mai Zong, it will not cause your obstruction of the Mai Zong."

"And the Pulse Sect will not come to the rescue of Fang Lang, because the Pulse Sect Master is very interested in Xuanyuan Taihua's sword."

The corners of Li Liancheng's mouth were slightly raised, full of confidence.

He knew very well what the positioning of the lineage was.

The Pulse Sect is still ignoring Fang Lang, and they are outside the Pulse Sect, how to make moves, as long as they don't break the rules of the Pulse Sect, this second sect in the world will not make a move.

"Go, as long as Fang Lang can't set foot in the desert area, the vein sect ...... No need to worry. ”

Li Liancheng said.

Several strong men looked at each other, and then disappeared.

Li Liancheng held the reins, his eyes were deep, and there was a little madness and anticipation in the depths.

……

……

The cool breeze is howling and the leaves are flying.

The flying leaves are like a colorful snow.

Fang Lang stopped his steps, standing still, and the corners of his white clothes were also falling, like a divine blade out of the sheath.

In the distance, between the ancient trees in the sky, there are layers of passes sitting, wooden frame passes, blocking the way to the Maizong, some soldiers wearing gold and armor, holding Changge, with swords at their waists, and horizontal swords, hindering the way forward.

Ambush?

The smile on Fang Lang's face became more and more intense, he seemed to know...... Who's holding him back?

Fang Lang did not stop, and around him, there seemed to be invisible ripples, like fallen leaves blown by wind and snow, all of which were invisibly swept away.

That was Fang Lang's intention.

"It's just right to fight, and raise me."

"Thousands of troops, raise my will."

There was Wen Jiao Xi for ten years to raise a sword.

Today, there is a square champion and ten thousand armies to raise one mind.

Fang Lang chuckled and walked forward.

Out of the pass, wooden shelves blocked the way, and soldiers with weapons in their hands, their faces full of seriousness, sweating profusely, stared at the white clothes that walked from the end of the road.

Datang Tianxia scientific research champion Lang, Fang Lang!

A peerless murderer!

A murderer who slaughtered all the disciples of the younger generation of the Great Dao Sect!

Zhuang Yuanlang had obviously seen them and saw the thousands of troops behind them, but Fang Lang did not stop, walking like a leisurely stroll, as if walking in his own back garden.

Thousands of fallen leaves rise from the ground.

It's like being endowed with a fierce force, like turning into an unsheathed blade!

That is the power of will, the realm of five grades, and what is raised is meaning.

Not only the five products, after the five products, but also before the nine products, all the things that are raised are meaning.

There are many kinds of meanings between heaven and earth.

For example, Wen Ting has raised a sword for ten years, and what he raised is the intention of feeding the sword with his body.

Like Lao Jiang, her intention is the sword intent of the four seasons, a kind of intention to attract the natural power of heaven and earth for her own use.

And Fang Lang, he has ten thousand sword sword intent, and he has time sword intent......

Coupled with the many sword intents of the bound bonds, there are Lao Jiang's, there are demon saints, there are demon demons, and Wen Ting......

Fang Lang's meaning is much more colorful than ordinary people who can only comprehend one kind of meaning.

Therefore, Fang Lang's meaning is colorful.

And at this moment, Fang Lang is released, and what he is nurturing is ...... Ten Thousand Swords Sword Intent.

Before the pass.

Many soldiers, in cold sweat, holding Changge and holding their swords, were trembling uncontrollably.

They could clearly see that the white-clothed swordsman who was strolling in the courtyard was chic and uninhibited.

Flying leaves in the sky, the ancient road is in the long forest, holding a sword in white clothes, as if at this moment, turned into a quiet picture, in the picture scroll, the flying leaves rise from the ground, as if turned into endless pouring rain, but like an endless sword.

Weird and scary!

What is this?

The backs of the soldiers on the guard were soaked, as if they were being pointed at by a sword.

Most of these soldiers are second- and third-grade cultivators, and there is fear that spreads deep in their hearts.

Why should they be the ones who stand in the way of this champion?

Who would dare to stop such an existence? Who can stop it?!

Fang Lang came on foot, and the surrounding scenery was disappearing.

Soon, he was in front of the pass and confronted the soldiers.

Fang Lang's intention became stronger and stronger, vaguely, like a "god" suspended in the heads of many soldiers, that was a kind of overlooking power!

The muscles of the soldiers were stiff, and they were pointed at by the flying leaves one by one, but they didn't dare to move as if they were pointed at by the tip of a sword.

They roared in their hearts and wanted to move, but the fear in their bodies could not be suppressed.

For a time, in the hearts of many soldiers, the awe of the other wave reached its peak.

Fang Lang smiled, raised his hand lightly, and grasped the obsidian sword suspended on his shoulder.

At the moment when he held the sword, the sky was full of flying leaves, and it seemed that everything trembled.

Like a bucket turning and the stars moving, it emits a clear sword groan.

Fang Lang held the sword and swung it lightly in front of him.

It's like holding a brush and splashing ink in front of you.

The pass is cross-cut in half.

Cracked!

Thundered!

Above the sky, black clouds attacked, and as Fang Lang's family cut out, it seemed to split the embankment that blocked the clouds and rain in the sky, and endless rain poured down.

The soldiers at the pass did not dare to stop them.

Fang Lang stepped lightly across them, facing the flying leaves and the pouring rain.

Stop, sword in hand, chin raised.

Just like back then, in the ring, high spirits.

Extreme view.

In the dense forest of torrential rain, there is a black line that spreads for thousands of miles, quietly emerging from the depths of the dense forest.

Then there was a shocking thunderstorm, as if pouring from the endless sea of thunder!

There seems to be.

Thousands of troops are galloping, and mountains and seas are coming!

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