Fang Yan's face changed drastically, his palms moved, and five or six fist shadows quickly flew towards the location of this demon beast.

However, after these five or six fist shadows submerged in the fine sand, they only made the demon beast pause for a moment, and then swam towards him again.

Fang Yan was horrified, turned his palm, and directly took out the two spiritual weapons. After taking out the spiritual weapon, the palm holding the short sword quickly swung three times in succession.

"Boom!"

Three fierce rays of vitality flickered out from the tip of the sword, rushing into the protruding sand in front of them with an overwhelming momentum.

And after attacking these three attacks, Fang Yan quickly threw the long sword in his hand.

The three fierce energies were like the previous fist shadows, falling into the fine sand, without the slightest wave. Although Fang Yan was surprised by this result, he didn't show too much surprise because he saw the attack of the fist shadow in front of him.

The sword flashed through the air, stabbing down on the sand below with a blinding light.

However, as soon as the tip of the long sword came into contact with the fine sand on the ground, the long sword with a dazzling light seemed to be in love with a strong attack, and the light all over its body was greatly reduced, and then it fell down with a bang, lying straight on the fine sand seven or eight feet away.

After the sword fell, the light quickly weakened, and in the blink of an eye, the light on its body completely disappeared. The tongue was shocked, and as soon as his mind moved, he wanted to urge it back.

However, the next scene was so shocking that Fang Yan almost bit off his tongue.

The sword had lost contact with him, and he couldn't even press it anymore.

"How so?" Fang Yan stared at the long sword that was seven or eight feet away in front of him with a shocked expression, with a look of disbelief. He couldn't figure out how this long sword, which had been refined by himself, could lose contact with him?

As far as he knew, the spirit weapon that had been refined by himself had no way to get it out of his control except that he could disarm it.

Fang Yan's face was full of puzzled looks, but before he could figure out the reason, the fine sand under the long sword hurriedly bulged again. The demon beast hidden below swam towards him again.

Fang Yan was taken aback, and the shock on his face became even stronger. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

After being attacked by the integration of his own three human swords, this demon beast is still alive? How terrifying must it be?

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth twitched fiercely, and he suddenly became a little at a loss. The difficulty of this demon beast was far beyond his expectations.

Even his three-in-one sword attack couldn't help it, and he really couldn't think of any other way to deal with it. What made him feel even more powerless was that he didn't even see the appearance of this demon beast.

Get back?

Fang Yan glanced behind him, then shook his head unwillingly. It would be impossible for him to go back like this. What's more, if he goes back at this time, he will definitely meet the beautiful girl under the gate of Lingqing Palace. The danger of encountering this woman is no less small than this fine sand.

However, if you don't go back, how to deal with the demon beast in front of you.

Even his strongest blow could not resist it, and its strength was mediocre. Perhaps, its strength has surpassed that of the Soul Condensing Realm. Otherwise, if its strength was still in the Soul Condensing Realm, it would never be able to withstand the three attacks just now.

Even the crimson demon beast he saw when he first entered this valley was not lightly injured after receiving such three attacks.

However, after receiving three blows from him, this demon beast did not do anything at all. Not only did he have nothing to do, but he also dared to continue to walk towards him.

Seeing the raised fine sand getting closer and closer to him, Fang Yan's heart was ruthless, and he actually strode forward.

He had just carefully observed for a moment and found that although the strength of this demon beast was strong, it still had a fatal drawback, and that was its speed.

At a distance of more than ten zhang, this demon beast has not come to him after walking for half an hour, and this speed is really slow. Although there is an element of his interference in the middle, the other party's speed is indeed a little slow.

At such a slow distance, the dialect is so confident that it will certainly not be able to catch up if it were to go on its own.

And the result is the same, in just a few breaths, the dialect has pulled the distance back to more than ten zhang. made him nervous, but he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Seeing the raised sand swim towards him in another direction, Fang Yan snorted coldly. He set his eyes on the long sword lying quietly not far away.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally carefully put the short sword in his hand back into the spatial ring.

He hadn't forgotten that the sand he was stepping on was also a little weird, and until now, he didn't know if it was the sand or the monster under the sand that had made him lose contact with the sword.

Before he figured out the reason, he didn't dare to use the spirit weapon easily, otherwise, if he let this short sword lose contact with himself, then he would really want to cry without tears.

After putting away the short sword, he did not rush to leave, but circled with the demon beast hidden under the fine sand in place. Slowly luring it out of the range of the longsword.

A quarter of an hour later, the demon beast hiding under the fine sand was finally five or six feet away from the long sword.

Fang Yan walked quickly to the side of the long sword, took it in his hand, and then walked forward quickly, and only stopped after walking more than ten zhang away, and carefully looked at the long sword in his hand.

Under this scrutiny, he was completely stunned.

No wonder he lost contact with the sword and could no longer control it. Because at this time, the aura of the long sword has been completely lost, and it has completely become an ordinary weapon.

"How so?" The corners of Fang Yan's mouth twitched as he looked at the long sword in his hand, with a look of disbelief on his face. He really couldn't understand how the aura in the long sword could disappear inexplicably.

After being stunned for a while, he came back to his senses slightly, he looked at the dark red sand under his feet, and his puzzled eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something.

"Could it be...... Is it your reason? Fang Yan grabbed a handful of fine sand and muttered a little bitterly. Judging from the current situation, it seems that he has gained more than he has gained by entering this valley.

After entering this valley, he didn't have anything other than some medicinal herbs that he didn't know if they were valuable or not, and a few demon pills. However, at this time, he had already lost two low-level spiritual weapons in vain.

"Alas......"

Fang Yan sighed lightly and put the longsword into the spatial ring. Then he made out the direction and walked forward.

Although he suspected that the fine sand under his feet had absorbed the aura in the long sword, it was just a suspicion, and he had no way to confirm it. Besides, the spiritual weapon is gone, and even if it does, it is useless. For now, he could only be careful, and before he got out of this area of fine sand, he didn't use the short sword again.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly feel a little lucky, fortunately he was thinking about holding the short sword in his hand just now to defend himself, and he didn't throw it out together, otherwise, he would probably lose more than two low-level spiritual weapons now.

Although the two spiritual weapons are low, at least the intermediate spiritual weapons are still there. Compared to the mid-level spirit weapons, those two low-level spirit weapons were a little unmentionable. Besides, these two spiritual artifacts are not necessarily lost in vain. Maybe he'll be able to get his principal back in this valley with interest.

Although I don't know if I can get anything in this valley, the dialect at this time can only comfort myself like this.

After taking a few steps, Fang Yan glanced back again, and after seeing that the raised fine sand was more than twenty zhang away from him, he was completely relieved.

At this rate, I'm afraid it won't be long before he can shake him off.

However, at this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became a little unkind.

At the beginning of this dark red sand, on the green meadow, a slender figure caught his eye. Isn't this person the glamorous girl, but who is it?

On the green grass, the beautiful girl who had just climbed a small hill was about to stop and rest for a while, but when she saw the dialect hundreds of feet away, a pair of tired eyes lit up suddenly, and she couldn't help but show a look of joy, and immediately walked a few steps quickly.

But soon, she stopped suddenly, and there was a look of surprise on her face. Apparently also stunned by the dark red sand in front of him.

Fang Yan looked at the beautiful girl with a complicated expression, but she stood there strangely and did not leave, her eyes kept turning, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Hey, what is this?" After staring at this piece of fine sand for a while, the beautiful girl seemed to be a little confused, and she shouted directly into the dialect without being polite at all. It looked as if he was asking an acquaintance.

Hearing this, Fang Yan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of crying and laughing, but still shook his head gently. Not to say that he didn't know, and even if he did, he wouldn't have told her.

Looking at Fang Yan and shaking her head, the beautiful girl did not show any disappointment on her face, as if she had expected that the other party did not know. After glancing at the fine sand in front of him, he actually walked down.

Although she didn't know what this fine sand was, she naturally had nothing to fear when she saw that the dialect had entered it.

Seeing this, Fang Yan frowned slightly, glanced at her vigilantly, and cautiously retreated backwards.

"You don't have to be nervous, I won't do anything to you." Fang Yan's actions naturally did not escape the sight of the beautiful girl, she seemed to know what Fang Yan was worried about, and she wanted to step into the fine sand, and chuckled: "Hey, I'll discuss something with you." ”