The little mink and his mind were in touch, and immediately spewed out a seed, and the ground shattered, growing into a huge vine, constantly winding upwards, Fang Ling stepped on the vine and rushed up, and then jumped up violently, slashing towards the high-flying Cylon.

Tyron was secretly taken aback when he saw Fang Ling come up with such a strange trick, but he let out another sneer and swung his bull head staff and slammed it towards him.

This bull's head staff is a magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in the shamanic religion, it is extremely hard, and with his cultivation in the stable realm of the Qi Melting Realm, this casual move is also a fatal blow.

Fang Ling, who was extremely angry, would retreat at this time, he roared wantonly, and ten percent of the heaven and earth were condensed on the horns of the fire pattern beast, and slashed straight towards the bull's head staff.

There was a loud bang, and the vast true strength brought by the horns of the fire-patterned beast slashed the bull head staff, and Tylon opened his eyes in horror, and his mouth was so big that he could fit a duck egg.

This magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation is so hard that even a knife made of black iron will not be damaged in the slightest, but it was cut by this young man.

When he was stunned, the blade turned, and the sharp blade grazed his neck.

The goshawk couldn't withstand such an impact, and as soon as its instinctive talons loosened, Tyron fell to the ground with a scream.

The place where Cylon fell happened to be the battlefield of Lu Bei and others, and everyone was startled when they saw something falling from the sky at first sight, and when they saw the tragic situation of Cylon, Bart and the others were cold, and they thought they were dazzled.

At this moment, Fang Ling fell down with a "boom", and at the same time, there was a crisp sound from the horns of the Fire Pattern Beast, which suddenly broke into two halves.

The horn of the fire pattern beast is indeed a strange thing in the world, but what Fang Ling obtained was the horn of the fire pattern young beast, which was not perfect in itself, and now it fought hard with the bull head magic weapon again, so the endurance has reached the limit.

Seeing that Tylon was dead, and Fang Ling was still alive, Lu Bei and the others suddenly won with great momentum, and they all shouted loudly and rushed towards Bart and the others.

Bart stared at the dead senior brother with wide eyes, and then looked at Fang Ling, who was covered in blood, and couldn't believe that this was the truth.

Fang Ling went straight to Theron's side, squatted down and rummaged through the things in his pocket, but unexpectedly, nothing looked like an antidote.

In this short period of time, the shaman's dead and wounded wounds collapsed, and Bart was also shocked to the ground by Lu Bei's palm, and vomited his bile in pain.

Fang Ling turned around and asked coldly, "Bart, where is the antidote to the bull's head staff?"

Bart had long lost his previous arrogance, and was even more frightened by Fang Lingsen's cold gaze, and hurriedly replied: "There is no antidote to the bull's head staff. ”

"What, how can there be no antidote?" Fang Ling said angrily.

Bart shuddered for a moment, and quickly explained: "The bull's head staff is a magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in my teaching, and when it is not in use, it will be soaked in all kinds of highly poisonous potions, so the poisons are also temporarily prepared. But Senior Brother just came out of the customs a few days ago, and he came to chase you as soon as he got out of the customs, so he hasn't had time to prepare the antidote. ”

Fang Ling's brows furrowed fiercely, if there was no antidote, there would be only one person who could save Song Ying'er.

He rushed towards the collapsed place, dropping a short one: "Kill!"