As soon as he said this, Fang Ling suddenly felt a powerful suction force coming from the mouth of the gourd, as if the mouth of the gourd was a whirlpool, pulling something out of his body with all his might.

At this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his waist, which suddenly made Fang Ling wake up, and he slashed towards the garlic nose that stabbed him, and at the same time withdrew!

The garlic nose stabbed Fang Ling's waist with a sword, and when he was overjoyed, he saw the opponent slashing with a knife, the momentum was fast, and the castration was fierce, like a thunderbolt flashing in the sky.

Garlic Nose was taken aback, and hurriedly drew his sword to avoid it, while the man in black took advantage of Fang Ling's unsteady, pounced up, raised the soul sucking gourd and roared again: "Soul sucking!"

As soon as these words fell, Fang Ling felt that pulling feeling again, with the experience just now, he didn't even hesitate at all, and quickly retreated backwards.

After this retreat, the feeling of pulling suddenly disappeared, and Fang Ling immediately understood that the effect of the soul sucking gourd had a distance, that is, the closer the distance, the stronger this suction, and the farther the distance, the easier it was to escape this distance.

He also understood why the man in black wanted to attack with Garlic Nose, just to let Garlic Nose create a chance for him to close the distance!

At this time, the man in black had already pulled in the distance again, and as soon as he lifted the soul sucking gourd, he had to repeat his old trick.

Fang Ling was willing to let him get closer, and with the two fingers of his left hand, a finger arrow shot out, heading straight towards the chest of the man in black, the man in black grinned, and with a sword in his hand, he blocked the finger arrow, and the momentum was almost unaffected.

Seeing that Fang Ling was forced to retreat again and again by the second senior brother, the momentum of the garlic nose also increased suddenly, the sword momentum was like electricity, and the sword shadows were stacked, all pointing at Fang Ling's waist and behind his back to greet him.

Fang Ling frowned slightly, this magic weapon is really a headache, and if he continues to be entangled by the two of them like this, he is afraid that he will accidentally catch the other party's way.

He stepped back step by step, and at the same time sensitively noticed that every time the man in black wanted to use the soul sucking gourd, he had to shout the word "soul sucking", as if it was a mantra.

In other words, if he doesn't have time to shout, then this soul-sucking gourd can't pose a threat to himself.

As soon as he made up his mind, Fang Ling pretended not to stand firmly, how could the garlic nose let go of this opportunity, and rushed over, stabbing it with a sword.

Fang Ling grinned, bounced up sharply, and landed ghostly to the side of the garlic nose, kicking him towards the man in black.

Where did Garlic Nose expect that this was a trap, a strain was too late, was kicked squarely, and crashed into the arms of the man in black.

The man in black frowned fiercely, as if he had expected Fang Ling's intentions, and quickly stepped back.

It's just that Fang Ling's speed was faster, and he fell to the back of the garlic nose and slashed it hard, and the garlic nose let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground.

In fact, the cultivation of the garlic nose is not so bad, he is also a young master who is envied by his peers, and his swordsmanship is also outstanding, but it is a pity that he met Fang Ling, who is more talented and has a stronger cultivation.

Fang Ling didn't look at the garlic nose that fell to the ground, and shot straight towards the man in black.