Chapter 20 Suddenly, a stream of extremely cold and ice-like talisman true qi was released, this is not an ordinary talisman true qi, which implies an inch of thunder light, but all the sword qi that is close to it is under the shock of the thunder light, and it is broken one after another.

Fang Ling walked forward, his speed increased to the limit in an instant, and the sword qi that attacked around him was no longer a threat to him, and it was almost within half a foot, of course, it was also quite physically exhausting to urge the Nine Heavens Thunder Power in this way, so Fang Ling also had to fight quickly.

The thin-faced disciple originally saw that Fang Ling was trapped in the killing move, and he thought that the opponent's defeat was decided, but when he saw the fat-faced disciple perform the killing move of the hundred tigers, his confidence increased greatly, and he was already a little lax.

However, he never expected that Fang Ling's talisman true qi would be so strong, although the sword qi containing the twelve recultivation was scattered into ten thousand, but with the dense numerical advantage, it would never be easy for ordinary people to break through, but it was actually unable to break the opponent's talisman true qi, which was simply a sensational strange thing.

And in an instant, Fang Ling was already approaching, and the other True Transmission disciples were all taken aback, and immediately rushed from the surroundings again.

Seeing the young man forced into the land of three feet, the thin-faced disciple's heart trembled, not only because of the young man's unfathomable cultivation, but also because of his eyes, which were so deep and elusive, as deep as the ocean, and as vast as the sky of clouds, as if in his eyes, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and he only had the share of defeat.

The thin-faced disciple gritted his teeth violently, dispelling the cowardice that rose in his heart, but it was this stunned time, he suddenly found that Fang Ling's figure suddenly divided into several, and for a while he couldn't tell who was real and who was fake, at this moment, the fat-faced man shouted: "Senior Brother Lu, be careful behind your back!"

The thin-faced disciple instinctively turned around, and slashed towards Fang Ling behind him with all his strength, but this palm fell on the young man, and he realized that this was actually a phantom, and he secretly said in his heart.

It turned out that Fang Ling just circled around him at high speed, and his true body actually returned to the same place, but the fat-faced disciple did the opposite, allowing the thin-faced disciple to expose his back to him, and the ending can be imagined, Fang Ling pointed at the thin-faced disciple's back, paralyzed his body, and pushed him down the tall building.

The fat-faced disciple couldn't help but be annoyed when he saw that he had done a disservice, and he yelled and pounced, but he was Fang Ling's opponent alone, Fang Ling quickly turned around, and slashed with a few knives, cutting the tiger he released again into pieces, and forced it in front of him.

Although the remaining ten True Transmission disciples were all extremely fast, they were always a little slower, and by the time they pounced on Fang Ling's side, the fat-faced disciples had already been pushed off the tall building.

Witnessing the defeat of two more True Transmission disciples, the audience was silent, no one knew what words to use to describe the mood at this time, but the shock continued to drill into the body, into the mind, into the heart, how incredible, how incredible, but so real appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Ten people were besieged, the vigorous battle was detonated in an instant, Fang Ling's body was like a wing, coming and going freely, one person dealt with ten disciples, and did not fall behind at all, at this time, Fang Ling no longer left his hand, and between the waves of his hand, one after another devouring ghost qi flew away like a ghost.