The rugged young man wanted to use the power of the divine soldier to seriously injure him or kill him, he knew it very clearly, and he also had this calculation, wanting to use the power of the divine soldier to kill them.

They don't have any healing elixir on them, and they don't have the anti-heaven elixir like the panacea, if they are really seriously injured, it will definitely be impossible to recover in a short time, if this is the case, they are like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in his eyes, there is nothing to worry about. He knew very well that with his current ability, if it was one-on-one, he could be sure that he would kill the other party with the spiritual weapons and exercises in his hands, and he had absolute confidence in this.

After several attempts, he was now almost certain that the difference between his strength and those of later strength was not much, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as negligible.

But even so, if the other party is more than two people, it is almost impossible for him to take advantage of the other party. Unless, he can be promoted to the strength of the late stage. If he can be promoted to the strength of the later stage, coupled with Ziling's cooperation, it will definitely not be so difficult for him to kill these three people.

He can now be said to have completely torn his face with these three forces, and if he doesn't kill them, it will be a disaster for them. The majesty of the three major forces could not be violated, and if the elders of their sect knew what they had happened in this valley, they would definitely not be spared. And he knew very well that if he wanted to kill these people, he could only rely on the power of the divine weapon, or rather, unless he could get this divine weapon.

If he can get these divine weapons, he also has absolute confidence that he will keep these people here forever. However, judging from the current situation, it is obviously not an easy thing to get this divine weapon, not only is it not easy, but it is also very difficult.

In the distance, looking at Fang Yan, who didn't want to make any more moves on that divine weapon, the faces of the three major forces were a little ugly, and their emotions were extremely complicated.

On the one hand, they wished that he would be seriously injured again, and of course, it would be better if he could die at the hands of that divine soldier. On the other hand, they were a little jealous, for fear that he would really get that divine weapon. Everyone knew what it would mean to them if they really let him get his hands on it.

It means death, and everyone knows that if the other party gets the divine weapon, it will never be possible for them to leave here alive. And if the other party really gets the divine weapon, with the power of the legendary divine weapon, it may be difficult for them to not die.

If he doesn't make a move, they don't dare to make a move, the strength he just showed is already very jealous of them, if they get hurt again, their fate will be much better. What's more, they were already a little afraid of this divine weapon, because of it, several people had already died under the three major forces.

They came here for the treasure, not forever.

So, the valley was inexplicably quiet, and everyone was silent, not knowing what they were waiting for.

Time passed slowly, and an hour passed quietly before you knew it. Someone began to show an anxious emotion on his face, and his eyes kept looking around, trying to find someone who wanted to attack the divine soldier.

It's a pity that everyone is bowing their heads and pondering, motionless, as if they are more calm than anyone else.

High in the sky, the Flame Leopard King suddenly looked down, his eyes were a little cold, if you looked closely, you could still find the pain and despair in his eyes.

"Hey!" Ziling, who had forced himself to be silent for so long, saw that Fang Yan had never moved, and finally couldn't help it, and asked impatiently, "Are you going to sit here for a few hours?" ”

"Otherwise, do you have a solution?" Fang Yan replied angrily: "Go up recklessly like this, and the final outcome will be either injury or death, are you willing to go?" ”

Ziling rolled her eyes and said, "But even if you don't go, when the time comes, we will also die." ”

"How many hours are left, what's the hurry?" Fang Yan glanced at her and quipped, "Why don't you go and ask this senior to see if he will tell you how to submit it?" ”

Ziling glared at him, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked to the side again and sat down.

Fang Yan smiled bitterly, looked into the air with a big headache, and looked at the divine soldier who kept wanting to leave this valley, his mouth was bitter.

He wanted to get this divine weapon more than anyone else, and he wanted to shoot as soon as possible than anyone else, but he still had some heart palpitations when he wanted the power that the divine weapon had released before. He glanced around without a trace, and saw that everyone had no intention of leaving, and the bitterness at the corner of his mouth became more and more intense.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly stood up, his gaze under the cloak looking into the air with some solemnity. Naturally, he couldn't really sit like this until the end of time. He didn't want to die, let alone die like this.

He's going to get this artifact!

"Huh!"

I don't know if I noticed his movements, everyone's eyes looked at him in unison, with different expressions, some excited, some nervous, but more worried and uneasy.

They had been waiting for him to come forward, and they wished that he would rush forward immediately and fight that god for three hundred rounds. But now that he was really about to step forward, they were inexplicably a little nervous and worried, and began to hesitate whether they wanted to get ahead of him.

What if the Divine Soldier is really obtained by him? One such thought flashed through everyone's minds inexplicably. What's even more weird is that after thinking of this possibility, everyone's hearts trembled slightly.

For some reason, they suddenly felt faintly that if there was anyone in this valley who was most likely to get this divine weapon, it would be this mysterious boy wearing a cloak.

However, after a fierce struggle in his mind, no one in the entire valley dared to take the lead, and they all looked at Fang Yan with some heaviness, waiting for his next move.

The rugged young man stared at Fang Yan with a solemn face, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense for some reason. It's just that if he wants to step forward to fight that divine soldier again, he naturally won't dare. If he was allowed to step forward again, it would definitely be impossible for him to leave this valley alive.

At this time, he really wanted someone from Qingyun Peak or Lingqing Palace to take the initiative to stand up and not give this young man a chance to get close to that divine weapon. It's a pity that the two people just looked at him gloomily, and no one had the courage to step forward. He glanced at the two junior disciples beside him, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but for some reason, after his lips moved, he still didn't make a sound.

He was afraid that the only two juniors he had would also be injured in the hands of that divine weapon. If that were the case, they would surely die. Even if this cloaked boy would let them go in the end, Lingqing Palace or Qingyun Peak would probably not let go of this great opportunity to get several high-grade spirit weapons.

In the distance, Luo Ziyi's eyes kept on Fang Yan's body, and his brows furrowed slightly. I don't know when it started, she suddenly felt that this young man's resolute and terrifying temperament and strength far beyond people of the same level seemed to be a little familiar. A feeling of déjà vu permeated and lingered in her heart.

Fang Yan didn't make these people wait too long, only half a moment later, he took a deep breath, took out the Ring Ancient Treasure, and then his body moved, and flew towards the Divine Soldier again, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of it.

The people below held their breath and stared at him deadly, for fear of missing a single detail.

Although the figure was in front of the divine soldier, Fang Yan was not in a hurry to make a move, but looked at it with some tears and laughter, and the expression on his face was very embarrassed.

The divine soldier seemed to sense his coming, and also quieted down, standing half a foot away in front of him, motionless.

One person and one weapon stood silently like this, and no one moved. The atmosphere is a bit mysterious.

None of the people below said anything, staring at him deadly. Even Ziling and Liu Yinyin are no exception.

After most of the moment, Fang Yan sighed and offended, and his palm slowly stretched out, slowly moving towards the hilt of the sword. Unlike before, this time, he didn't use any vitality, and there was no aggression in his hands, and even the outstretched palms seemed to be very casual, like two old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years wanted to shake hands.

He didn't know if this would work, but he knew that if he had vitality in his palm, even a hint of attack, this divine weapon would definitely release an attack without hesitation, and it was a very powerful attack.

Such a method is the result of thinking about it for a long time just now, since the divine soldier also has spiritual intelligence, he hopes that the other party can feel his kindness.

The Divine Soldier remained motionless, as if unaware of his outstretched palm.

Fang Yan's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat for some time, and as the palm of his hand moved forward, the beads of sweat on his forehead slowly slid down his cheeks.

In the blink of an eye, his palm was in front of the divine soldier, and it was only a slap away from the hilt of the sword.

He was so nervous that he held his breath, but his heart was unusually excited. The palm of his hand slowly stepped forward again, carefully gripping the hilt of the sword.

Below, Ziling had already jumped up nervously, looking forward to it. However, the disciples of the three major forces were angry-eyed, their faces were pale, and their mouths were a little dry with nervousness, as if the person who was fighting that divine weapon was themselves.

Even if the hilt of the sword is already in front of his hand, the dialect is not in a hurry, and he forcibly endures the heart that is about to jump out of his heart and slowly approaches, and after the palm is attached to the hilt of the sword, the five fingers are slowly retracted until the handle is held in his hand.

The strange thing is that from the beginning to the end, the divine soldier did not make the slightest movement, as if he had accepted his fate, and let him hold himself in his hands, without the slightest intention of resisting.