Looking at Fang He again, I saw that although Fang He had been falling behind at this time, he was still not defeated after dozens of rounds in a row, and even killed a few monks in Tsing Yi.

This situation made the middle-aged man a little unexpected, his face finally changed slightly, and his attention was no longer focused on Qing Huan.

I thought that the group of Tsing Yi monks under him could easily take down Fang He, but I never thought that because of his pride and carelessness, he would unknowingly lose several people.

What he didn't know was that the reason why Fang He had always been at a disadvantage was actually because he did it on purpose, after all, there were many of them, although their combat power was monstrous, but their speed was always a hard injury, and only by showing weakness to the enemy could they better grasp the flaws, so as to kill them with one blow.

At the moment when the middle-aged man looked at it, Fang He suddenly burst out, and the Spirit Void Sword in his hand turned into a rain of swords in the sky, attacking and killing from all directions with strong divine soul fluctuations, and the speed was so fast that it overwhelmed this group of Tsing Yi monks in the blink of an eye.

At the moment when the sword rain fell, the souls of this group of Tsing Yi monks had been extinguished, and the power of broken souls could be seen.

After killing more than a dozen Tsing Yi monks with a single sword, the field suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that a falling pin could be heard, so quiet that middle-aged people could even hear their own breathing.

This sword not only brought a deep shock to the middle-aged man, but also brought him a strong threat of death, but after all, he was a master above the Divine Tribulation, and he could still see Fang He's biggest problem at a glance, that is, speed.

At the moment when Fang He collected the sword, the middle-aged man pressed down with a thunderous momentum, and Fang He happened to be in the window period at this time, so he didn't have time to react at all.

Fortunately, when the middle-aged people moved, Qinghuan also moved. A silver Jiao suddenly appeared in front of Fang He, blocking the middle-aged man's attack for him.

However, the strength in it still knocked one person and one Jiao away dozens of feet, and the power above the Divine Tribulation was terrifying!

After being repulsed, Qing Huan's huge eyes also showed solemnity, originally she thought that she had been able to compete with the monks above the Divine Tribulation after the ascension of the Extreme Heaven Illusion Realm, but she never thought that the other party would almost lose her combat power with just one blow.

Dignified to dignified, the battle is not over yet, the middle-aged man saw that the blow was blocked, and there was no longer the previous pride and contempt in his heart, and he slowly pulled out the big knife on his waist.

As soon as the sword light came out, there was a sudden sound of wind and thunder, and there was nothing

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The momentum of the knife came oppressively, setting up a cloud of sand and dust, and there were countless knife qi hidden in this momentum, and before the person arrived, he cut out countless small wounds on Qing Huan's body.

At this moment, Fang He and Qing Huan had a clear idea of the monks above the Divine Tribulation, and at the same time, they also had a clear understanding of their own strength.

There is no way, they have been living too comfortably recently, and the huge improvement they have obtained in the Polar Sky Illusion Realm has made them feel a little fluttering in their hearts.

However, now is not a good time for introspection, because the momentum is followed by the middle-aged man's sharp sword light, accompanied by a loud shout.

"Ten Absolute Swords—Resentment!"

It was too late, it was fast, when the tip of the middle-aged man's sword was less than an inch away from Qing Huan's body, Fang He took out his sword, and the Spirit Void Sword in his hand exuded a devastating light because it was infused with too much power.

"Ding"

A soft sound came from the position where the swords intersected, and the middle-aged man's knife was actually blocked by Fang He.

However, before Fang He could breathe a sigh of relief, the middle-aged man's second knife also slashed down, followed by the third knife and the fourth knife...... The power in it is also getting stronger and stronger, so that Fang He and Qing Huan can only retreat again and again even if they are desperate, and every time they take a knife, there will be an extra crack on their hands and body, and they are not opponents at all.

Not only that, when this round of offensive was over, I saw the middle-aged man slowly raise the big knife in his hand above his head with his eyes closed and his hands, and all the momentum in the field was sucked into the knife body.

It's a lore technique.

When the momentum reached its peak, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, and a hundred-zhang-sized sword suddenly rushed from the big knife in his hand, and before it fell, it had already crushed the ground to pieces.

"I can't take it." This was Fang He's only thought at the moment, and it was also the only thought in Qing Huan's heart.

However, what is worse is that because the movement of the battle is a bit big, there are monks in the city who are constantly rushing to this side, and the momentum is stronger than the middle-aged man in front of him, and the clothes are the same as the middle-aged man, a water of green clothes.

It is already a desperate situation under the enemy on the belly and back.

However, Fang He will not sit still, although he can't fight, he still has the ability to escape.

When the sword was about to fall, he only heard Fang He shout.

"Little wolf!"

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In an instant, a majestic giant wolf appeared in front of Fang He, and after taking a look at the middle-aged man, it turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared into the sky, the speed was so fast that the sword fell into thin air, and at the same time, the middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

At this time, the monks of the city also happened to arrive.

"Resentment, what's going on?" The person who came glanced at the battlefield and then at the middle-aged man before asking.

"The envoy returned to the domain, I just met Fang He, who was ordered to be chased and killed by the soldier master, but let him run away." The middle-aged man replied respectfully, and he didn't care that the other party called him by his name, because the identity of the person who came was much higher than him, and his strength was much stronger than him.

"Ran away?" Hearing the answer of the grievance, the person who came couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, and looked at the grievance with some reproach.

However, this was obviously not the time to hold him accountable, the monk who was called the domain master by Ligrudge just glared at Ligrudge fiercely and then led people to chase in the direction where Fang He and the others left, and the speed was on par with the little wolf.

Fang He, who was fleeing for his life, naturally also discovered the pursuers behind him, and he didn't care about the injury at the moment, and forcibly condensed a formation that could increase the speed and attach it to the limbs of the little wolf, making the little wolf's speed increase again.

As for Qing Huan, she was put into the Void Spirit Ring the moment the little wolf appeared, after all, her injuries were much more serious than Fang He's.

However, even if the wolf cub was fast enough to be almost indistinguishable from lightning, it still couldn't get rid of it.

So, under Fang He's instructions, the little wolf suddenly turned around and rushed straight towards the pursuers behind him; At the same time, Fang He also forcibly lifted the Divine Soul that was already a little stinging, and with the blessing of the power of the Great Dao, the Spirit Void Ancient Sword once again emitted an extreme light.

That's the characteristic of the Soul Shattering Sword Technique.

The distance of thousands of meters was only a blink of an eye, and everyone led by the domain lord was overwhelmed by the rain of swords before they could even react, and for a while, a buzzing sound sounded in everyone's minds.

However, after all, this was just a hasty sword, and the power was relatively scattered without recruitment, and it was not able to smash everyone's souls.

Even so, everyone except the domain lord was still in a state of sluggishness, and blood kept spitting out of their mouths.

When he came back to his senses, there were still Fang He and the little wolf in front of him, and there was only a faint aura that stretched towards the west.

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