Although she had been mentally prepared, her small waist was held by the young man's tiger palm, Mo Xiang couldn't help but let out a sigh unconsciously, and her ears were red and hot, and at the same time, she was shocked to find that a flame suddenly burst out of the young man's body, and wrapped herself.

Releasing the boiling talisman true qi, Fang Ling landed on the chain bridge with one foot, and the chain bridge that had been repeatedly hit by the whirling knife was already shaking, and as soon as it was pressed down by gravity, the shaking became even more powerful.

Fang Ling didn't wait for the chain bridge to stop, but kicked his feet and ran forward.

As soon as the talent left, several whirling knives had flown from all directions and angles, and the whistling wind carried a faint killing intention, coupled with a blade hook under the bridge, which was simply terrifying.

Fang Ling's eyes were like torches, his ears were listening to all directions, the momentum of the whirling knife could be seen clearly, and his body suddenly stopped castration halfway, and spun on the spot, and the fine iron knife walked around his body, like a colorful match.

With the continuous sonorous sound, several whirling knives had been shocked and flew out upside down, and the whirling knives that flew out upside down collided with other knives around them, and a few more flew back towards Fang Ling.

Fang Ling didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, jumped forward, and as soon as he landed on his feet, he felt the approach of the whirling knife, and the fine iron knife swung rapidly, shaking the whirling knife back between the lightning and flint.

With each step, several whirlwind knives struck, and some slashed on the chain bridge, these whirlwind knives were very cleverly designed to bounce away quickly wherever they were chopped.

Fang Ling walked like a swift wind, swinging the knife and slashing the shock, but the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, at the beginning, the power of the whirling knife was not large, although the speed was quite fast, but the force was equivalent to a blow from an ordinary person, and the knife could shake it back with a slight stroke.

However, with the continuous flicking of the whirling knife, the force is stronger and stronger each time, and the speed is faster and faster, and the wind whistle of "whirring" is heard in the ears at first glance, and the knife is only half a foot away from the person, and at the same time, the force brought by these knives can almost be the same as the strength of the rigid force realm.

Fang Ling was secretly frightened, the technique of the mechanism can turn people's wisdom into the greatest power, it can be said that a thousand people are killed with one thought, especially in each imperial tomb, a large number of mechanism devices are arranged to prevent outsiders from stealing the imperial tomb.

On that day, I was lucky enough to enter the imperial tomb of Emperor Xiaowu, I am afraid that it was because the emperor died suddenly, the Great Song Kingdom was destroyed, and the ministers fled, so many organs did not have time to be completely arranged, only the fire pattern beast was guarding there, if not, with the original cultivation, it was likely to die in the imperial tomb that day.

As soon as his thoughts passed, Fang Ling held Moxiang with one arm, his feet were like dragonflies and water, whether it was a wooden board or an iron rope bridge, but any physical object could be used as a place to stay.

Mo Xiang closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at the movement around her, only to feel a terrible knife whistle shuttling in her ears, and she was like duckweed in the water in the strong arm embrace, swimming uncertainly.

However, Mo Xiang has a great trust in Fang Ling in fear, and comforts herself every time.