Chapter 18: Joining Forces Again

Hearing Ye Wangjing's promise, Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, but Xiao Xue whispered with a sad face: "Fang Lang, are you sure that you can beat him......?" It's better to find a way to escape first!"

Fang Ling shook his head and said, "No, once we escape, the other party will think that we are weak-hearted, and this battle must be fought." ”

Song Ying'er held the snow shadow tightly, bit her lip and said, "Then it's better for us to go together, the odds are greater." ”

Fang Ling shook his head again and said, "No, once you drag them in, things will become even more out of control." ”

This strategy is actually just a desperate bet, in fact, against such a strong opponent, he really has no chance of winning, but in such a situation, he must do this to have the possibility of reversing the situation, but of course he can't tell the second daughter, he can only say with a smile: "Don't worry, our tomb never fights a battle that is uncertain!"

Seeing that Fang Ling was so confident, although the second daughter was worried, she knew his character very well, and nothing she could say could stop the start of the battle.

Chu Yao handed over the Xie Immortal Dagger and said, "Brother, if you take this thing, it may be useful." ”

"Thank you, Sister Huang, no need. Fang Ling shook his head, the biggest use of the Immortal Dagger is to dismantle the opponent's magic weapon, and the loophole is the time gap caused by the decomposition, against a master like Ye Wangjing, there is absolutely no time to use the Immortal Dagger.

Everyone retreated around, and only Ye Wangjing and Fang Ling were left in the square of Nuoda, one was a master of the Great Perfection Realm from the Chicheng Sect, and the other was a nobody who was unknown in the cultivation realm.

Ye Wangjing stood with his hands in his hands, without the intention of using the magic weapon, and looked at the young man opposite with contempt, in his eyes, this young man was already a dead man.

The disciples of the Chicheng Sect crossed their arms and looked coldly, their eyes were all fixed on Xiao Xue and the others, for them, although the sneak attack of the fellow sect was led by Fang Ling, but the others could not get out of it, and after Fang Ling was killed, they would slowly torture the others until they let them tell what had happened.

Due to Shi Sanfu's instigation, the rest of the people in the Bazhen Prefecture also had no good impression of Fang Ling, and with the relationship with the Chicheng Sect, they naturally leaned to the other side.

Fang Ling raised his right arm slightly, level with his shoulder, and with a movement of his mind, he summoned the blood dragon.

The blood dragon has not appeared since it entered the Cun Ding Devouring Magic Weapon that day, and now it is summoned, and it is quite dissatisfied, but this kind of intention has a coercive effect, so that it cannot obey its fate.

The scarlet blood qi was released from the inch ding, drifting leisurely like smoke and dust, accumulating and forming in Fang Ling's hands, constructing the Spirit Devouring Blood Dragon Sword.

Although everyone was not optimistic about Fang Ling, and even laughed at him for not measuring his own strength, they had never seen such a strange magic weapon, which actually floated out of his body and was constructed into a bloody sword with a terrifying aura.

As soon as the Blood Dragon Sword was formed, Fang Ling felt that the strength of the Blood Dragon had greatly improved compared to before, and it was even approaching his own cultivation, and almost at the same time, the voice of the Blood Dragon sounded in his head: "No wonder you called me out, it turned out that I was in big trouble again." ”

Fang Ling said: "It's indeed a big trouble, so this time, I will let you play freely and will never restrict your moves." ”