However, although the cultivation of the black-clothed masked man was the same as Fang Ling's, his combat power was obviously not the opponent of Fang Ling, who had cultivated the true cultivation method, the two knives collided, Fang Ling landed easily, and rushed forward without stagnation, and the black-clothed masked man was shocked by this knife and took two steps back, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Seeing Fang Ling rushing into the camp, several black-clothed masked people hurriedly rushed over to intercept them, but even though a few people were powerful, they couldn't stop Fang Ling's progress.

Dong Canghai and the others launched an offensive offensive, and the people of Shicheng immediately made up their minds, and after a loud shout, they rushed straight with their knives, and the ferocious momentum was like a tiger and wolf getting out of the gate, which made the forbidden army who had some confidence startled again.

In an instant, the two sides were fighting together, one side was a top master, the other side was an orderly soldier, both sides had their own advantages, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

Fang Ling quickly broke through the defense line of the black-clothed masked man with his extremely fast speed, and he was only a dozen zhang away from Fang Zongao, and he was also followed by six black-clothed masked people, and if he stopped slightly, he would fall into the encirclement of the other party.

Fang Zongao didn't seem to expect Fang Ling to be so brave, instead of being afraid, he smiled, waved his hand and said, "You go to the front to meet the enemy, and the King of Shicheng will be handed over to this king." ”

As soon as the person behind him retreated, Fang Ling's pressure suddenly decreased, and at the same time, he had some doubts in his heart, Fang Zong's arrogant cultivation was not in the Melting Qi Realm, why was he so confident that he could deal with himself?

All the state of affairs had already convinced Fang Ling that the doppelganger mirror was in Fang Zongao's hands, and it was even very likely that it was hidden on his body, and Fang Ling couldn't help but be secretly careful about the strange ability of the doppelganger mirror, so as not to fall into its way.

Seeing Fang Ling stop moving, Fang Zong stood proudly with his hands in his hands, and said proudly: "Your current cultivation is even higher than when you killed Han Juzheng, you are indeed a rare genius of Tianzong, however, this king is not what it used to be, since you refuse to cooperate, then this king will use your head to sacrifice my army of eight kings!"

As soon as these words fell, Fang Zongao's figure disappeared suddenly, and almost at the same time, Fang Ling felt a cold murderous aura coming from behind him, he hurriedly moved forward, and after turning around, he suddenly found that Fang Zongao was actually behind him.

Fang Ling was secretly surprised, Fang Zong's arrogant cultivation was obviously only in the Melting Qi Realm, but this speed was unbelievably fast.

After hesitating, Fang Zongao smiled, and in a flash, he came to Fang Ling's back again, and the waist knife came out of his hand and hit him on the back.

It's just that this knife was about to hit Fang Ling, but Fang Ling's figure disappeared like a bubble.

Fang Zongao was slightly stunned, Fang Ling, who had already turned to Fang Ling behind him, had already slashed at him, and said coldly in his mouth: "If you only have this cultivation uncle, I'm afraid you won't be able to take my head." ”

Fang Zong smiled arrogantly and evilly, easily avoided Fang Ling's knife, turned around, and slashed straight at the knife.

The swords collided, and the strength of the two of them hit together, Fang Ling was surprised to find that Fang Zongao had not taken half a step back, the only thing that could be explained was that he could no longer use cultivation to measure the strength of the opponent.

Fang Ling roared, and unleashed the Nine Slashes of Lingxiao, the slashes were like thunder and lightning, the momentum was compelling, Fang Zong laughed arrogantly, his body turned quickly, and the war knife in his hand turned into a dense cloud of smoke, the knife technique was sometimes sharp, sometimes weird, sometimes gentle, sometimes presumptuous, a set of knife techniques were cast, and they were completely different.