At this moment, how could she sit back and watch Fang Ling get injured while she wanted to limit her attack to twenty zhang away?

At this distance, the strength of the silver needle was greatly weakened, and looking at Celon's understatement, how could it hurt him?

Song Ying'er raised her heart horizontally, bit her silver lip, and rushed towards Cylon, and in an instant she had stretched the distance to fifteen zhang, and the white cloth inlaid with silver needles slipped out of her sleeves, she was like playing a piano, her fingers flew on the cloth, and silver needles broke out of the air and attacked Tyron.

This is not a simple flying needle technique, but a killing move that combines various hidden weapons, called "Thousand Needles Chaos".

The seemingly disorderly aerial shooting of the silver needles, just as they were approaching the seven or eight feet of Silon, suddenly attracted each other, quickly collided, separated, and recombined into another set of sequential flying away.

Cylon couldn't help frowning slightly, the horns of the bull's head quickly rotated in his hand, turning into waves of true qi, Song Ying'er followed the silver needle up, came to ten zhang away, the jade finger flicked, one by one the silver needle was like a sharp arrow off the string, the speed was faster, the strength was more fierce, even if she had not yet cultivated to the Melting Qi Realm, but the work on this secret weapon could not be ignored even by the master of the Melting Qi Realm.

Seeing that Song Ying'er was actually in danger with her body, and the distance was getting closer and closer, Fang Ling was taken aback, but he couldn't get out of the way, so he had to attack with his life.

Wave after wave of attacks continued, Cylon originally held his own high status and disdained to compete with this woman, but he was forced to almost be a little untenable, he suddenly became angry, raised the ground and shouted, and the long staff slammed on the pillar!

Suddenly, a pile of gravel on the stone pillar was shaken and flew high, and with the wave of Sailon's hand, he flew towards Song Ying'er.

At the moment when he used the bull's head staff to make a move, Fang Ling sensitively caught a trace of stagnation in Gelthai's movements, he pounced violently, and at the moment of avoiding the opponent's sword, he jumped up, and at the same time pressed a palm on Gelthai's shoulder.

With a bang, the palm thunder that had accumulated ten percent of the strength erupted wildly from the palm!

The huge impact hit Gertai's shoulder, and the force was so great that even the ground shook, and suddenly, the entire ground quickly disintegrated and fell downward, and the stone pillars on the ground collapsed one after another.

Fang Ling was taken aback, and hurriedly dodged the fallen stone pillars with the help of the fallen stones, and when he fell to the ground below, he suddenly realized that the sand where everyone was fighting just now was actually on a roof, and after the roof collapsed, the real ground below.

The sand and gravel poured down from the four corners of the collapse, which was more than ten zhang high, and as far as the eye could see, many horses and human bones could be seen under the collapsed ground.

A palm hit Geltai, but Fang Ling's face was not a little happy, because he saw Song Ying'er opposite, with a bull's head staff horizontal under her neck, and the bull's head staff was in Celon's hand.

Cyron looked at him gloomily, his eyes fell on Gertai again, and he said angrily: "Young man, you are really smart enough to know that Gertai is manipulated by me and let this woman influence me. Although you hurt Gertai's arm, but now the initiative is still in my hands, as long as I use a little force on this staff, this girl's life will not be guaranteed. ”