Turanmoto slashed five times in a row, shocking Turansai Khan from regressing. The former saw the opportunity, slammed his body down, slashed his sword, and slashed towards Turansai Khan's neck. This knife is fast and powerful, and if it is struck with all its strength, I am afraid that it will be able to cut off the head of Turansai Khan.

In a hurry, Turansai Khan smashed a punch that had accumulated ten percent of his strength towards Turanmoto's temple!

As soon as they saw the two of them play a lose-lose game, everyone gasped, not knowing what the result would be.

Turanmoto always had the upper hand, the blade was the first to hit the opponent's neck, and Turansai Khan's fist was only half an inch away from Turanmoto, if Turansail Khan's fist did not stop, then it would be a lose-lose, in this case, Turanmoto was only afraid that he would withdraw the knife.

Therefore, the victory or defeat of the two sides has not yet been decided, just to see who is more courageous and who is more courageous!

At this moment, Fang Ling suddenly saw a hint of discoloration flashing in the shaman witch king's eyes, but he saw a gap in the robe with his hands closed, and then a trace of light flashed.

"Hidden weapon!"

Fang Ling's pupils dilated suddenly, and he flicked up and landed on the side of Tulan Motuo and the others.

Seeing Fang Ling suddenly rushing over, everyone was also taken aback, Tiemuqi was the first to react, rushing out with an arrow, and the two knives were against Fang Ling's neck, and Lu Bei shot over the moment he saw Tiemuqi move, and a knife against his neck.

Song Ying'er looked cold and protected Fang Ling's side, holding Sen Han's silver needle in her two fingers, pointing at Tiemuqi.

Sorenqingge and Bayanbil also arrived, their weapons pressed against their opponents.

The Shaman Witch King frowned slightly, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and almost at the same time, Turanmoto let out a tiger roar: "Stop, who dares to hurt His Highness!"

With such a tiger momentum, even Tie Muqi, who was full of killing machines, couldn't help but hesitate, this hesitation, Fang Ling had quickly withdrawn, and at the same time sighed secretly, he knew that Tie Muqi had moved to kill, no matter what his purpose was, interfering in this patriarch dispute would give him a reason to kill himself.

Tulan Motuo put down his knife, swept over everyone with fierce eyes, and saw Fang Ling suddenly rushing over, so he immediately determined one thing - the person behind the curtain was exposed, and the two looked at each other tacitly.

Tiemuqi asked coldly: "Your Highness, the victory is not scored, why did you suddenly come out to intervene? Could it be that you are afraid that Young Master Mo Tuo will lose?"

Fang Ling smiled inexplicably, but he took off the clothes on his shoulders, and then sighed, only to see a jet-black needle tail slowly revealing on his shoulder.

When the jet-black needle was forced out of the body to be pumped, Fang Ling spread out his palm and said with a wry smile: "Iron Patriarch, in order to save your young master Saihan's life, I risked my life to block this needle, don't you think you should thank me?"

Everyone couldn't help but be taken aback, and immediately looked at each other, no one knew what was going on, how could a hidden weapon as thin as a cow's hair suddenly appear on Fang Ling's body?