"Intermediate spirit weapon?" At this time, one of the black-clothed young men suddenly screamed, because he suddenly discovered that the attack on him was actually an intermediate spiritual weapon. His own spiritual weapon couldn't block the opponent's attack at all.

However, before he had time to show a panicked look on his face, the trembling voice of his companion not far away made him lift his whole heart again.

"Fist Shadow? Dialect? Bastard, he's a tongue! He actually advanced to mid-level strength. ”

"Tongues? How is this possible? The young man in black shouted in disbelief and hurriedly looked to the side. But before he could turn his head, his pupils shrank sharply, his palms spun like lightning in front of his chest, and then he struck quickly to the right. Then the figure rolled on the ground, and he was extremely embarrassed and dodged to the side.

"Bang ......"

As soon as his vitality was struck, a series of muffled sounds sounded in his ears like thunder.

The black-clothed young man quickly got up, turned his head to look at the position just now, and happened to see two fist shadows whizzing past the position he had just stood on.

The corners of his mouth twitched violently, and a chill gushed out in his heart, if he had slowed down a little bit just now, these two fist shadows would definitely fall on him. Although he didn't know the power of these two fist shadows, the attack from Fang Yan's hand, even if it was a pure vitality, was not something he could withstand. What's more, even a character like Han Yun'er was defeated in his hands, how could he be able to accept his attack?

After a quick glance at the already damaged spirit weapon in mid-air, his heart jumped again, and as soon as his feet moved, he rushed towards his companion. He knew that with the terrifying strength of the dialect, the two of them would have to work together to defeat him. Otherwise, their fate may not be much better.

"Be careful!"

However, as soon as he moved under his feet, he heard a hurried shout from his companion in the distance. Before he could take a look around, he felt a cold chill behind him, and then a huge force that he couldn't bear hit him his back.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

The face of the young man in black showed a look of horror, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and after the figure staggered out a few steps, he fell directly to the ground with a bang.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as he touched the ground, there was a piercing whistling sound in his ears, and when he looked back quickly, his whole body stiffened.

"Bang ......"

A fist shadow landed on his chest without hindrance.

With a low muffled sound, the figure of the young man in black slid several feet on the ground, and his entire face was twisted by the intense pain.

"Ahem—"

The black-clothed young man coughed, and drops of viscous blood sprayed out of his mouth and fell to the ground, dotted with stars, very dazzling.

Behind him, the figure with a vague dialect gradually became clear, and he glanced at the seriously injured black-clothed young man with an expressionless face, and his palms suddenly spread out in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

A white light rushed from not far away, and in just the blink of an eye, there was an extra short sword in his hand.

Holding the short sword in his hand, Fang Yan did not hesitate at all, and quickly swung towards the spirit weapon that had been greatly damaged by the black-clothed young man.

"No...... Burst! ”

A heart-rending roar came from the mouth of the seriously injured young man in black, but as soon as he was halfway through the sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood because of the injury.

A fierce vitality energy flashed out of Fang Yan's hand, and instantly submerged into the spiritual weapon in mid-air, and in an instant, a loud bang resounded throughout the entire mountain forest.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

The spirit weapon of the black-clothed young man instantly turned into a pile of fragments, and under the impetus of the fierce vitality, it flew in all directions, falling into the surrounding dirt and tree trunks.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk ......"

In the distance, another black-clothed young man who rushed quickly paused for a moment, looking at the fragments of spiritual weapons flying in all directions with a shocked expression, and his eyes finally surged with a strong fear uncontrollably. Rao knew that the dialect was superior in strength, and he didn't expect him to be so terrifying.

"This is the price you paid for provoking me." Ignoring the dull gaze of the black-clothed young man, Fang Yan raised his palm, and the short sword in his hand rose into the sky, flying straight towards another black-clothed young man in the distance, and he himself shook slightly and rushed over.

Behind him, Han Yun'er looked at this scene with a shocked expression, and after a while, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some trembling heart, and the palm hiding behind her quietly put the spiritual weapon in her hand back into her sleeve.

She never thought that when there were two people on the other side, Fang Yan could seriously injure an opponent in a few breaths. With this terrifying speed, she thought to herself that she could not do it anyway.

Although she also had two spiritual weapons before, when she was besieged by the two, even if she had two spiritual weapons, she would inevitably lose the upper hand. At best, it's just a draw, and she's never been in a situation like this.

On the side, the black-clothed young man looked at the fierce spirit weapon and the rapidly rushing dialect in front of him, and the fear in his eyes instantly turned into despair. He knew that his speed would never be faster than this mid-level spiritual weapon, and it was impossible for him to even escape at this time.

After seeing Fang Yan's terrifying combat power just now, he clearly knew that even if he didn't have this spiritual weapon, he wouldn't be able to hold out for long in Fang Yan's hands.

However, although he knew that he would undoubtedly lose this overturn, it was naturally impossible for him to be tied up like this. If it can be delayed for a while, perhaps, there will be another person like them who hears the movement here and rushes here.

Seeing that the short sword was about to come to him, he was ruthless in his heart, his palms moved together, and he pushed forward with all his might, and in an instant, a majestic vitality energy surged out from his hand. In front of him, a transparent cylinder half a foot long was formed.

"Choke!"

In mid-air, the short sword slammed into the vitality energy emitted by the black-clothed youth, and the huge impact force made the black-clothed youth's figure tremble. But in the end, he was still gritted and persevered.

In contact with the vitality, after making a dazzling loud sound, the short sword actually slowly pierced into the vitality emitted by the black-clothed youth. Piercing into the vitality, the short sword castrated unabated, but its speed was much slower.

This scene fell into the eyes of Han Yun'er in the distance, which made the shock in her eyes a little stronger. I felt a little strange about the strong vitality in Fang Yan's body.

She didn't expect that with the support of the black-clothed youth's continuous vitality, the short sword controlled by the dialect could actually pierce into it. You must know that the strength of this young man in black is also in the realm of the middle stage.

For this, she asked herself if it was impossible for her, not only could she not do it, but also those who were stronger than her in the second layer area could not do it. Seeing this, she finally felt a little smacked, and she couldn't imagine that Fang Yan, who had advanced to the mid-stage strength, had faintly become the strongest person in the mid-stage strength.

At this moment, she secretly decided that she would never provoke this fierce god again in the future.

On the side, watching the short sword pierce into his vitality, the corners of the black-clothed young man's eyes also jumped slightly, and then his heart was ruthless, almost condensing all the vitality in his body, and kept pouring into the transparent cylinder in front of him.

With his flip move, the speed of the short sword in the transparent cylinder decreased significantly, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a turtle speed.

Looking at the short sword that had slowed down, Fang Yan, who followed closely, sneered, raised his palm, and several fists slammed into the vitality of the black-clothed young man. Under the strong attack of several implied sixfold inner strength fist shadows, the black-clothed young man's body and arms flickered, and the vitality in front of him dissipated violently, and his entire body flew directly upside down.

But at this moment, Fang Yan, who followed closely, stomped his feet on the ground fiercely, and his whole body rose into the air, catching up with the black-clothed young man in mid-air like a bolt of lightning. The fist containing fierce energy slammed into his chest.

"Bang!"

The dull sound made the pupils of the black-clothed young man shrink suddenly, and his chest was slightly dented by the blow of the dialect.

The huge force slammed the body of the young man in black suspended in mid-air to the ground. The ground was also smashed into a clear humanoid trace.

"Boom!"

As the earth flew out, sticky blood spurted out of the mouth of the black-clothed young man like a firework.

"Poof—"

The black-clothed young man's eyes widened, unable to say a word, and his gaze at Fang Yan was mixed with a look of fear that could not be concealed.

"Smack!"

Fang Yan landed lightly, stretched out his hand, and summoned back the small knife that was inseparable from the spirit weapon of the black-clothed young man in mid-air, and then swung the short sword in his hand.

"Boom!"

After the loud noise, the spirit weapon of the black-clothed young man also turned into a pile of fragments.

Putting the two spiritual weapons into his arms, Fang Yan quickly groped around the two black-clothed young men for a while, and after finding the two cloth bags, he glanced thoughtfully at Han Yun'er not far behind him.

From the beginning to the end, Han Yun'er's gaze kept following the dialect, and after seeing him suddenly look back at herself, she couldn't help but be startled, and said nervously: "You...... What are you doing? ”

Fang Yan glanced at her with a little meaning, didn't say anything, and quickly turned to leave.

For Han Yun'er's small actions just now, he was naturally clear. However, since she didn't make a move in the end, he naturally didn't bother to pay attention to it.

After watching Fang Yan disappear into the distance, Han Yun'er breathed a sigh of relief, and after looking around, her face couldn't help but change slightly, and she quickly left this place.

Less than a moment after she left, there were hurried footsteps in the distance, and in a few breaths, several figures appeared in front of the two men in black.

When they saw the embarrassing scene in front of them, they couldn't help but gasp, and when they saw the fragments of spiritual weapons scattered on the ground, they all looked horrified.

"What the hell is going on here? Could it be that you have provoked people with late-stage strength? Looking at the two men in black who were seriously injured, someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask.

"It's a tongue!" A man in black muttered with a glazed gaze.

"Dialects?" Hearing this long-lost name, everyone's faces couldn't help but show excitement. However, the next sentence of the young man in black made the excitement on the faces of these people freeze suddenly.

"He's already in the middle of the game."