The invincible gold knife is not made of gold, its material is made of extremely rare secret gold, although the secret gold thing, although it resembles gold, but its hardness is still above the fine iron, and it can be called a divine weapon after being made into a knife.

However, because of the death of the witch corpse, a trace of blood also flowed from the corner of the shaman's mouth, which shows that he was implicated and caused internal injuries.

Fang Ling secretly said badly, he was still one step too late, the golden knife was in his hand, and the remnant knowledge could not suppress the Witch King, and the situation in front of him was immediately one-sided.

Just as he was sighing, there was a sudden flicker in front of him, and the shaman witch king appeared in front of Fang Ling like a ghost, Fang Ling's face sank, and he clenched the dagger tightly, without dodging. The Shaman Witch King who cultivates the breath of the wind is definitely faster than himself, and if he dodges rashly, he is afraid that he will fall into passivity.

The two of them were close at hand, Song Ying'er and the others couldn't help but sweat for Fang Ling, and Tu Rigen and the other red witches were excited, just because the invincible golden knife had fallen into the hands of the Witch King.

The Shaman Witch King looked at the young man in front of him indifferently, stretched out his finger to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "Your Highness, your strength is really beyond my expectations, even Ao Deng died in your hands." It's just that no matter how powerful you are, there is only one ending - a dead word!"

As soon as these words fell, before seeing any movement from the Shaman Witch King, Fang Ling's chest was struck by a palm, and the huge true strength made him fly out of a place more than a dozen zhang away and hit the stone wall of the underground palace.

Before the people of Fangling fell, the figure of the shaman witch king flashed, and when everyone's eyes were flowering, he had fallen to Fangling, and with a wave of his hand, Fangling flew out like a fallen leaf rolled up by the autumn wind, and hit the golden chair far away, and the bones of Tuji Khan on the side suddenly shook and fell to the ground.

Everyone was frightened into a cold sweat, the shaman witch king's speed was too fast and too fast to catch with his eyes, even Fang Ling, who killed Ao Deng, was so vulnerable, and where were the others his opponents.

"Your Highness!" Song Ying'er shouted, and flew towards Fang Ling, Lu Bei wanted to move, but his physical strength had already reached the limit, and he fell to his knees and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The shaman witch king glanced at Fang Ling with contempt, he was full of confidence in his cultivation, although he didn't know what method this prince of Chu used to kill Ao Deng, but this was no longer important, the ecstasy of obtaining the golden knife made him even hide the anger of Ao Deng being killed, with the invincible golden knife in his hand, it was equivalent to the position of the patriarch was already in the bag, and better materials could be found to make a more powerful witch corpse in the future.

Then, he glanced at Tulan Motuo and the others, and said with a disdainful smile: "You have only one ending, why don't you come together, this king can just try the sharpness of the invincible golden sword!"

The three of Turigan immediately beckoned the witch corpse to the side, and Tulan Motuo and the others gritted their teeth and looked at the shaman witch king coldly, with hatred and a deep despair in their eyes.

When Song Ying'er pounced on Fang Ling's side, Fang Ling had already spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the power of the shaman's palm made his body seem to fall apart, let alone do it again, he was afraid that the strength of a finger would not be able to lift it.