In mid-air, several Lizong elders who were recording the progress of the game couldn't help but smile bitterly when they looked at the dialects that were surrounded by layers below.

Judging from the current situation, it is impossible to escape from the encirclement of so many people with the strength of the Yuan Qi Stage alone. In other words, this game, dialect is about to end here, and the only suspense at the moment is to see how many people he can eliminate.

By now, the game has entered more than three hours, and in these three hours, the number of people eliminated by him has risen to more than five hundred, in fact, there have been several times when these people have been eliminated in the encirclement of twenty or thirty people.

The number of more than 500 people is close to the number of people that Liu Yinyin eliminated in a whole day. The one that Liu Yinyin eliminated the most was the one in which she successfully brought out the spirit weapon, and a total of 596 people were eliminated.

Looking at the dense flow of people in his field of vision, Fang Yan himself knew that it was impossible for him to escape from here. However, even if he knew this, with his character, he would not be able to do something that would be tied down.

Since you can't escape, let's try how many people you can eliminate, since it's a game, you naturally have to have fun. After all, he is the idol of these people, and he can't be an example of being caught in his hands.

"Whew!"

A rapid sound of breaking wind sounded in his ears, and with a slight turn of his body, two palms passed through his side. He reached out and grabbed the two palms with a slight force, pushing them towards the two who rushed to the side. The moment he let go, he tore off the strip of cloth on their shoulders.

"Woohoo!"

Several wind-breaking sounds sounded again, and a dozen or so people rushed up from different directions, leaving no gaps.

The corners of Fang Yan's mouth curved a faint arc, and when a dozen or so people were less than half a foot away from him, he suddenly squatted, and stretched out his legs at a dizzying speed and spun in place.

"Bang bang bang!"

Caught off guard, more than a dozen people fell to the ground at the same time.

Fang Yan quickly eliminated several of them and jumped out of this encirclement directly.

As soon as he left with his front foot, there were more than a dozen people around him, so that he didn't even have time to breathe.

Before they could attack, Fang Yan's feet moved sharply and rushed towards the crowd on the side, eliminating several more before they could fully react.

He doesn't love to fight, and he changes positions every time he knocks out a few people. Due to the fact that he was wearing the clothes of the disciples of the Sect, coupled with his constant wandering, even if his height was outstanding, it was a little difficult for the disciples to lock his position at the first time, most of them had just discovered his position, and he changed his position again.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the number of people eliminated by him increased by dozens more. All the eliminated disciples were very conscious of withdrawing from this encirclement. But because of the increasing number of people who came, even if they all withdrew hundreds of feet away, the number of people still showed no sign of decreasing, not only did not show signs of decreasing, but it seemed that there were more and more people.

The Sect Departure Sect disciples standing below might not be able to see anything, but the Sect Departure Elders standing in mid-air were thrilled. All they saw was a thin figure constantly moving through the dense crowd, and every time they reached a new position, several or even a dozen palms quickly stretched out to his shoulders. And each time he was able to pull those palms away and knock them out at the critical moment, and then squeeze a passage through the crowd that could barely walk.

Two quarters of an hour passed, and the number of people he eliminated increased to hundreds.

Half an hour later, the number rose from 100 to 200.

And at this time, the dialect is already a little out of breath. On the one hand, it is a long battle, and on the other hand, it takes too much strength to swim through the crowds.

The disciples of the sect did not mean to be polite, and the attacks became more and more fierce, the speed increased, and the number of people increased. There are so many people that they are crowded, so many that the dialect can no longer even change their orientation, and they can only hold on to a big tree with their backs.

Now he is protecting his shoulder with one hand and attacking with one hand, and his speed is not much slower than before, and every time he makes a shot, at least one person is eliminated.

His palms were grabbed again and again, and forced to be removed again and again, but each time he was able to switch between the tasks of his hands as quickly as he could.

Another half an hour has passed, and the dialect has still not been eliminated, and at this time, the number of people gathered in this space has risen to as many as seven or eight hundred, and if you add the number of people who have been eliminated, I am afraid that there are already a thousand. Thousands of people surrounded the dialect for several miles, making it difficult for the disciples who had been eliminated to go out again.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, the hands of the dialect were restrained by several people, and the strip of cloth was finally torn from his shoulder.

"Shhh

A very ordinary voice sounded in midair.

The moment the strip of cloth was torn, Fang Yan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I don't know if it's because this voice sounded too much, the disciple of the Leaving Sect didn't realize that it was his eliminated voice at all, and still tried to grab it on his shoulder. When they found that there was nothing left on his shoulder, their hearts tightened, and at the same time they stopped their movements, and their eyes turned around to the man who had torn off the strip of cloth.

It was a teenager, a little overwhelmed at the moment, and there was some panic on his face.

Fang Yan let out a long breath, took out an intermediate spiritual weapon and a set of exercises from his body and handed them over, and said with a smile: "I'm out, this is your reward." ”

"No, no, no." The young man waved his hands a little flusteredly, and said hurriedly: "Senior Brother Fang, although I tore off your strip of cloth, this is not my credit. I didn't even think I could tear it off myself. ”

"That's your luck." Fang Yan smiled: "Sometimes, luck is also part of strength, so, they are all yours." ”

Putting this spiritual artifact in his hand, he said to the disciples around him: "A spiritual artifact may be of great value to you now, but you will find out later that this is actually nothing. Therefore do not be jealous. Later, you will find that a spiritual weapon is nothing more than that. ”

After speaking, his body moved, and he directly rose into the air, and said to the disciples below: "My game is over here, everyone disperse, if there is a chance in the future, I will come here again." Of course, if you can cultivate well, we will have the opportunity to meet in other places in the future. ”

After saying this, he rushed directly out of the mountain range and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Senior Brother Fang......"

The crowd shouted loudly, but where could he still be seen?