Cultivating to reach the peak of the Qi Melting Realm, only one step away from the Qi Realm, martial artists can easily release the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and cast the Finger Arrow Sword Qi and palm thunder.

Whether it is the martial artists of the five tribes or the twenty or more witch corpses, almost at the moment of the battle, the fire of war has been raised to the point of incandescent level, the sword qi is crisscrossed, the palm thunder roars, and the arrows are like sharp arrows shuttling, but after a while, the entire totem cage is already a mess.

On the other side, the battle of Fang Ling and the others was not necessarily easy, although Fang Ling had the soul sucking bead in his hand, but it was by no means easy to press this thing on the forehead of the witch corpse, with the cultivation of the witch corpse at its peak, he was afraid that the moment he made a move, he had already been slashed by the other party, so Fang Ling did not dare to take it lightly, he used Lu Bei and Song Ying'er as a cover, constantly creating opportunities to get close to the witch corpse, waiting for the opportunity to give it a fatal blow.

This is a battlefield without gunsmoke, the blades reflecting the moonlight are flying wantonly, and the qi of all kinds of heaven and earth is like a rainbow rolling, coming with bursts of thunder, in order to protect the two heirs from harm, several patriarchs and guards have risked their lives to raise their cultivation to the maximum level.

In the face of so many high-level cultivation witch corpses, even the shaman red witch felt quite stressed, not to mention the shaman black witch. Although shamans and black witches all cultivate small magic powers, they are actually not proficient in the majority, and because they are used to using poison, their own cultivation is not much higher than that of their peers, but the witch corpse is a guy who is not afraid of poison, so when he fights, he loses the upper hand.

Time passed like a river of stars, and Lu Bei also had a lot of wounds on his body, Song Ying'er flew around, and silver needles beckoned to the joints of the witch corpse.

Fang Ling saw an opportunity, ghostly rushed to the side of the witch corpse, and quickly pressed the soul sucking bead on his forehead with two fingers, the witch corpse's reaction was extremely fast, and after a knife shook back Lu Bei, it slashed towards Fang Ling's chest!

Song Ying'er saw that her complexion changed, and she hurriedly retreated, Lu Bei was also surprised, although Fang Ling took the lead, but the speed of the witch corpse was faster, and the two of them didn't know the intention of Fang Ling's move, could it be that a slap on the head of the witch corpse could kill him? Even so, they didn't know if it was his palm that came first, or the witch corpse's knife came first.

Fang Ling didn't know that this was a gamble, but he didn't want to miss this opportunity to be targeted!

He unleashed ten percent of his protective true qi, and instead of shrinking back, his gesture stretched forward at a faster speed, and at the moment when his palm pressed on the witch corpse's forehead, the witch corpse's scimitar was already less than half an inch close to his waist!

Song Ying'er covered her mouth and lost her voice, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, in the face of such a highly cultivated witch corpse, the talisman true qi could barely stop the movement of the scimitar, even if Fang Ling retreated at this time, he was afraid that there would be a deep wound left on his waist.

However, what stunned Song Ying'er and the others was that the knife of the witch corpse stopped suddenly, not only that, but the witch corpse actually fell to the ground with a plop, as if it was shocked to death by Fang Ling's palm.

Fang Ling couldn't help but sigh secretly, gestured to Song Ying'er and the others, and continued to face the other witch corpses.