Fang Ling secretly took a breath, and suddenly felt that there was an inexplicable heaven and earth qi in his body, this heaven and earth qi was like a booster, which suddenly filled his body with unparalleled strength, and the sun fire energy and the moon yin ice energy boiled as if they were stimulated, such a strong sense of strength made the injuries suffered by the physical body negligible.

At this time, the shaman king was kicking Turanmoto out with one kick, and Turanmoto was so exhausted that he was kicked against the wall and fell to the ground.

Chahan Helei and the others shouted and cursed with all their strength, and the Shaman Witch King let out a wild laugh, and he looked at everyone with contempt: "In the past, you were always high above and didn't take this king in your eyes, but now it's too late to regret it, and this king has played enough, and you will end your suffering immediately!"

Fang Ling stretched out his hand to wipe away Song Ying'er's tears, and comforted softly: "I'm fine, Ying'er, you don't have to worry." ”

"Your Highness, your body ......" Song Ying'er said in disbelief when she saw his ruddy expression.

Fang Ling didn't explain much, told her not to worry, and then said to the Shaman Witch King: "Witch King, you are afraid that you have forgotten me, with me, you will never let you hurt the lives of the Mo Tuo brothers!"

"Your Highness......" Tulan Motuo's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he was indescribably moved to see Fang Ling so affectionate and righteous, and to stand up for himself at such a critical juncture.

The Shaman Witch King watched Fang Ling sit up on the golden chair, and was a little surprised, and then said disdainfully: "It is a bit unexpected for this king to be able to stand up after receiving the palm of this king, but with your cultivation, you are also worthy of being the opponent of this king? Since you want to die, then this king will fulfill you and let you go first--Wuri Tower!"

"Witch King, if you want to kill me, kill me first!" Turanmoto roared.

The Shaman Witch King grinned and said playfully, "Don't worry, Young Master Mo Tuo, when these southerners are eliminated, won't it be your turn?"

Wuri Tower came over gloomily, Lu Bei gritted his teeth, rushed to the gold platform in a few arrow steps, and protected Fang Ling, Song Ying'er gritted his silver teeth and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, this red witch is very powerful, we are afraid that we can't beat it, it's better to ...... Let's let the mink out, although the less people know about the magic weapon, the better, but when things get to this point, I can't take care of so much. ”

"Don't worry, they can't take the life of this king!" Fang Ling smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to hold the Kun heavy knife.

He took a deep breath, carried out the strength of the Thousand Pound Panlong, and his arm strength suddenly increased greatly, and then he stood up with the Kun Heavy Knife.

The net weight of 600 catties of Kun heavy knife, looks ordinary, although the tiger shape is the handle, the dragon shape is the body, but because of the dark color, it is very inconspicuous, but as long as you stare carefully, you will find that there is a dark golden light flow on it, which is the characteristic of the golden silk black iron, but the world knows that the black iron is more, but the gold silk black iron is very few.

The six-hundred-pound Kun heavy knife is as light as a fine iron knife when held in the hand. Fang Ling was secretly surprised, of course, this was not only the effect of Qianjun Panlong Jin, but more importantly, the wisps of Wuzun's heaven and earth qi in his body.