Seeing Fang Ling's embarrassed appearance, Cylon said with a little surprise: "It's a bit impressive that you have been able to fight with Geltai for so long, but you can't be his opponent." I advise you to hand over the keys obediently, and we can all save some trouble. ”

Fang Ling sneered, and with a flick of his body, he rushed towards Geltai again.

"Hmph, I don't know what is dead or alive!" Seeing that he didn't appreciate it, Cylon snorted coldly and shook the bull's head staff fiercely.

Seeing that the two were entangled together, Song Ying'er tiptoed, and the person was in the air, her jade wrist shook, and the silver needles flew towards Silon.

"The carving insect is a small skill, and you dare to show off in front of this great witch!" "Tyron snorted disdainfully, and the bull's head staff circled around in front of him at random, and suddenly turned into a circle of true qi.

The silver needles hit it, as if they had encountered an impenetrable iron wall, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Song Ying'er jumped up on the stone pillars, like a fluttering butterfly, every time she got up, a large canopy of silver needles shot out, but Selon's cultivation was really more than a step higher than her, such a large number of silver needle tactics did not make Theron feel pressure at all, he didn't move, the bull's head staff was lightly raised, and the attacking group of needles was rejected.

In the field, Fang Ling resisted Geltai's attack, the two were almost hand-to-hand, Fang Ling's body had already been cut out of ten cuts, and Fang Ling's fire pattern beast horn also found the opportunity to cut two knives on Gelthai's body, but these two knives only left two extremely shallow marks on his body.

Through the touch of the blade, Fang Ling knew that Cylon's words were not exaggerated, and he didn't know what method the shaman wizard used to make this guy's body harder than steel, even if it was a fire pattern beast horn, if he wanted to make a hole in his body, he would have to cut it dozens of times in the same place.

However, it was impossible to achieve this, so Fang Ling could only find a way to attack his joints, and when he resisted the Gertai scimitar with a single sword, Fang Ling found an opportunity and smashed a fist into his shoulder.

This punch seemed to be smashed on an iron weapon, making a muffled sound, but Fang Ling clearly felt the vibration coming from the strength of the qi inside.

In other words, Gertai's joints were indeed not as hard as other parts of the body, but flexible, and just when Fang Ling was overjoyed, Gertai also punched him in the shoulder.

As if the bones were about to fall apart, Fang Ling gritted his teeth and fought hard with a knife.

Seeing that Fang Ling's injury is getting more and more serious, Song Ying'er is worried, she has grown up in Tsing Yi Fang since she was a child, although she has not worried about food and clothing since she was a child, but she knows that she is just a tool that is used by others, and the bitterness is not known to outsiders, for her, the only dream is to one day be able to live as freely as an ordinary person.

However, things always went wrong, and after being bought by Tianji Hou, he was robbed halfway and fell into the black market, but was finally rescued by the King of Shicheng.

Since meeting the King of Shicheng, Song Ying'er's life has changed dramatically, she is so handsome, versatile, and empathetic, and with him, every day she lives is so warm and happy.

For a lifetime, she only wants to spend time with you, and the girl's mind is all influenced by Fang Ling.