The fog was thick and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

Fang Yuan and Wang Balcony came and went in this hazy mist.

Both of them used martial arts, and their bodies were staggered with each other, and they couldn't fight.

Which is stronger, the sword or the sword, and which is better?

This is a topic of controversy since ancient times, and the duel between swords is often spectacular.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, winning or losing.

"Bang!"

After a blow of degree collision, spread out.

The invisible momentum permeated the two of them, fighting each other in the courtroom, and confronting each other from afar.

The more Wang Balcony fought, the more frightened he became, thinking that if he cultivated one level higher and practiced for a few more decades, he would inevitably win easily.

But after the fight, I found out the difficulties of the other party.

The strength of mana is not weaker than him, and the martial arts are also very exquisite, only in the magic weapon has a slight advantage.

But it was only a slight advantage, and it was not enough to affect the situation of the battle.

Looking at the other monks in the field who were fighting against Hong Ping'an's four people, they were already in danger, and several young members of the Wang family in the early stage of qi cultivation had been killed.

This situation made Wang Balcony's eyes split, and his heart was even more anxious.

These are the foundations of his Wang family, and if they are all killed, the Wang family is bound to collapse.

But he can't fight here for a long time, and after a long time, he may not be able to protect himself.

The grief and indignation in my heart are inexplicable.

"Ahhh

He had no choice but to raise his head to the sky and roar, and rushed towards Fang Yuan again.

"It's good to come!"

Fang Yuan was getting braver and braver at the moment, he didn't do his best in the battle, he was just familiarizing himself with his own strength.

Fighting is the best teacher, and through this hearty battle, Fang Yuan not only mastered the surge in strength, but also gained more understanding.

Seeing the king balcony rushing to kill, his heart moved, and the long sword slashed across the sky, with a mysterious fluctuation.

"Burning the Plains!"

The fiery red sword light was as cold as a spark, reflecting the cold sky, like a meteor falling into the sky, with a scorching heat and cold light.

In an instant, a heavy sword shadow slashed out.

Just by looking at it more, there is a feeling that the eye mask is torn by the blade of the sword!

This was exactly the sword technique that Fang Yuan had learned in the Sect Hidden Law Pavilion, and it was the ultimate killing move that he had finally used in many days.

"Not good...... This swordsmanship ......"

The angry Wang Balcony, who had not yet lost his mind, felt a chill in his heart when he saw this murderous sword shadow permeating the surroundings.

Experienced in a hundred battles, a touch of death suddenly appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

Then there was a panic and hurriedly retreated.

"Hard-catch this sword, and I may die!"

This thought in his heart for no reason frightened him.

After years of practice, he has always trusted his instincts.

He stopped, hurriedly raised the long knife in his hand, and made a defensive movement.

The knife was already indomitable, forced to defend, and already lost!

Fang Yuan saw Wang Balcony's defense after dodging, and his shots were even more aggressive.

The shadow of the sword in the sky was like a heavy wave, rolling away, striking on the long knife.

The king balcony retreated again and again, in a hurry.

When the two fought, Hong Ping'an and the three of them also killed many low-level monks of the Wang family.

Although this group of people is slightly more numerous, their strength is much worse.

And he has been practicing in this Sea Spring City all year round, and under the protection of his family, his combat experience is slightly poor.

Especially tonight, the surprise attack of a few people killed many monks of their clan, which made them fearful.

Although he was encouraged by Wang Balcony, he barely overcame his fear, but the momentum of fighting people was a little weaker.

Soon there were very few monks left in the field.

Seeing that the patriarch was falling behind, being pressed and beaten by Fang Yuan, these few monks who could barely support it were discouraged.

As Fang Yuan's last sword shadow fell, the king's balcony emitted by the cloak was shocked by the huge impact and flew upside down.

Falling into the mud, gray and dirty, hiding dirt and dirt, he has no longer cultivated the demeanor of immortals.

As the head of a clan, he was at the eighth level of Qi training, but he was pressed and beaten by the juniors of the seventh layer of Qi training, which made him unbelievable.

A flash of fear rose in his heart, and then he made an unexpected move.

Wang Balcony stood up, and then with a flash of light, he fled towards the sky.

At this last moment, the patriarch abandoned his people present and fled alone.

Immortals are noble and private, and everyone is afraid of death.

In his life, he was first a monk who sailed against the current, and then the head of the family.

To make such a helpless move at this moment is just to save it!

"Where to go!"

Fang Yuan didn't expect this either.

Then the figure disappeared in a flash, chasing towards the Wang balcony.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

Letting this strongest monk of the Wang family run away will be a big trouble for the next attack on the other two families.

The Haiquan Chen family and the Wu family patriarch were also monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation, and with the strength of the three of them, and then combined with the other monks, Fang Yuan also had to retreat.

Naturally, he would not let this hidden danger go.

Moreover, the magic weapons and treasures on this person's body, Fang Yuan was not ready to let go.

That black gourd was a sharp weapon for group attack, Fang Yuan was greedy, he had already regarded it as his own, how could he let this person escape.

The two chased and fled, and soon came out of everyone's sight.

The remaining royal monks were stunned and showed disbelief when they saw that the patriarch had abandoned them and escaped alone.

"Patriarch ......"

They were already trying their best to hold on to the battle, and when they saw such a scene, despair rose in their hearts, making them powerless to resist.

But Hong Ping'an and the others are not soft-hearted, and they are like lambs to the slaughter.

There was a hideous look on his face, and when the knife fell in his hand, his head was rolling.

It was a one-sided massacre, and soon the monks were slaughtered.

……

It was difficult to discern the direction in the night, and in the face of Fang Yuan's previous attack, Wang Balcony had long lost the idea of fighting in his heart, and now he just wanted to escape.

Under the blessing of the mana in the later stage of Qi training, it was like a gust of wind, floating away.

But Fang Yuan was faster than him, and the distance between the two gradually narrowed.

Estimate the distance, and within a few breaths, you will be able to catch up.

"You can't escape ......"

A faint voice came from Fang Yuan's mouth, and his body did not stop, casually casting a few spells, interfering with the speed of the Wang Balcony.

With the blessing of the mysteries of spells, the higher the cultivation, the faster the speed at which low-level spells can be cast.

With Fang Yuan's strength in the late stage of Qi cultivation now, casting the Fireball Technique was completely instantaneous.

"Fellow Daoist spares your life......"

Wang Balcony hurriedly resisted the spell that came from the attack, although this spell was not strong, but he did not dare to resist it with his physical body.

In this way, the speed couldn't help but slow down a little, seeing Fang Yuan chasing more and more, his heart was extremely desperate.

"My life is at stake!"

Knowing that if he escaped again, he would definitely die, and Wang Balcony was ruthless, so he wanted to turn around and fight to the death.

"Brother Wang?"

At this moment, two rays of light galloped over, but they were the other two family patriarchs who had arrived belatedly.

"Brother Chen, Brother Wu...... How are you, help me quickly! "The familiar sound is like heaven.

Wang Balcony, who was at the end of the road, saw the two of them, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and the hope of survival rose in his heart.

The light suddenly skyrocketed, and the three of them soon converged!

"Why is Brother Wang so embarrassed?"

"Who has such strength?"

A trace of doubt rose in both of their hearts, they didn't expect Fang Yuan to have such strength to be able to beat the eighth-layer Wang Balcony so embarrassed.

"It's Fang Yuan ...... of the Extreme Yang Sect"

Wang Balcony looked at one place in the darkness with resentment, and the other two also looked at it.

"These two came so fast!"

When he saw the retreat of Chen and Wu, Fang Yuan stopped his figure, and the support of these two people made him unexpected.

After secretly observing, he found that there were only these two people, and there was no trace of other monks, and Fang Yuan's figure appeared from the darkness.

If it's just these two people, plus a king balcony, it's not impossible to fight. Fang Yuan and the upgraded Pure Yang Bell had not yet been used.

With the Pure Yang Bell, the lower-grade magic weapon can sneak attack and kill the monks in the late stage of Qi training, and now it has become a medium-grade magic weapon, and the power will naturally be a little stronger.

If you have something to rely on in your heart, you will come out without fear!

"Aren't there just three monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation?"

Today, he Fang Yuan is playing three!