Zhang Yi and the three of them stared at Fang Zixuan nervously with the spirit soldiers, because at this time, Fang Zixuan's eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily, not like a normal martial artist at all.

After three breaths.

Fang Zixuan's figure suddenly moved.

Zhang Yi, who was already staring at him, immediately waved his spirit soldiers and attacked Fang Zixuan. Fang Zixuan was indeed strong, but under the attack of the three late Wuhou and the five mid-Wuhou martial artists, they couldn't kill him if they didn't believe it.

But they subconsciously forgot that there were Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao on the side, as well as four other Qingyunmen disciples.

When Fang Zixuan made his move, Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao attacked an enemy in the middle of the Wuhou period, and the four Qingyunmen disciples also attacked the enemy of the other middle stage of the Wuhou Dynasty together, they did not seek to hurt the enemy, but only to create an opportunity for Fang Zixuan.

Oops, I almost forgot that this little ghost still has a fellow disciple.

"Wu Yanzhong, you pestered this little ghost first. As he spoke, Zhang Yi swung his sword and attacked Wen Ji and the others, and Hong Huiqin also swung his sword to attack the four Qingyunmen disciples.

His and Hong Huiqin's intentions were obvious, that is, to deal with Wen Ji and the six of them first, and then concentrate on dealing with Fang Zixuan.

However, they hadn't seen Fang Zixuan, Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao join forces to fight the enemy before, so they didn't know how wrong this decision was.

Although Wen Ji and the six are not the opponents of this Zhang Yi and Hong Huiqin, it is not a problem to entangle them for a while.

As for Wu Yanzhong and the five people in the middle of the Wuhou period, can they stop Fang Zixuan?

The answer is clearly no.

Because at this moment, Fang Zixuan's figure suddenly disappeared from Wu Yanzhong's eyes.

Not good. Wu Yanzhong hurriedly danced the spirit stick in his hand.

A cold light swept across Wu Yanzhong's neck, and then, when Wu Yanzhong was about to turn around, he felt a boundless darkness coming towards him.

Wu Yanzhong, d.

The five men froze, and the attack of the five of them also slowed down.

How could Fang Zixuan miss such a good opportunity? The sword light in the sky launched a round of crazy offensive against these five people.

"Help. Seeing this breathtaking cold light, these five people couldn't help but ask Zhang Yi and the others for help.

Zhang Yi and Hong Huitan turned their heads to look at it, and immediately gasped, because they saw Wu Yanzhong's head that fell to the ground, and they also saw the five accomplices who were shrouded in a cold light.

Wen Ji and the six people naturally saw this situation as well, so how could they let Zhang Yi and Hong Huiqin go back to rescue these five people? It was impossible to injure the two of them, but it was still barely possible to entangle them for a while.

“****。 Hong Huiqin couldn't help but scold, just now they wanted to kill the six Wen Ji, but now they were entangled by the six Wen Ji.

After killing so many people, Fang Zixuan's momentum became more and more vigorous, and the speed and power of his moves also increased by two or three points.

The first knife, the five people were unharmed.

The second stab, one person died.

The third knife and one more death.

The fourth knife continues to kill one person.

And just when Fang Zixuan was about to kill the fourth person, Zhang Yi had already gotten rid of the entanglement between Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao.

Dangerously and dangerously, Zhang Yi blocked Fang Zixuan's fifth knife.

When Fang Zixuan swung out the sixth sword, Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao's spirit swords attacked Zhang Yi's back at the same time.

The remaining two knew that they were far from Fang Zixuan's opponents, so they cleverly switched opponents with Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi blocked Zixuan's sword moves for them, and they blocked the sword moves of Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao for Zhang Yi.

It's a pity that their ideas are good, but the reality is cruel.

With Zhang Yi alone, how could he stop Fang Zixuan?

Facing Fang Zixuan alone, Zhang Yi finally experienced Fang Zixuan's horror.

With a knife, Zhang Yi's hand trembled.

"Hong Huiqin, come quickly. Zhang Yi shouted to Hong Huiqin.

Seeing that Zhang Yi was in trouble there, although Hong Huiqin wanted to go over to help, he was entangled by those four Qingyunmen disciples, and if he wanted to get rid of these four people, it was estimated that he would need four more moves. If it was in normal times, it didn't matter if it was four moves or five moves, but now, just such a little time is enough to determine Zhang Yi's life and death.

With two knives, Zhang Yi's tiger's mouth cracked.

Three knives, Zhang Yi's hands were trembling violently.

Four knives, Zhang Yi's hand was numb.

Five swords, Zhang Yi's spirit soldiers were shocked away.

At this moment, Hong Huiqin finally got rid of the entanglement of the four people, and then he stabbed at Fang Zixuan with a shot.

It was too late to block Zixuan's sixth knife, and Hong Huiqin had no choice but to choose the way to save Zhao by encircling Wei.

But Fang Zixuan didn't seem to see Hong Huitan's shot, and the spirit knife in his hand was still slashing towards Zhang Yi's neck like lightning.

Another head hit the ground.

Ugh.

Fang Zixuan was shot in the back, and the head of the gun went into the flesh by an inch.

Lunge forward, turn back, swing your knife.

"Come on, someone, there's a dead pervert here. Hong Huiqin finally remembered to ask the people around him for help at this time.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Fang Zixuan and the four Qingyunmen disciples attacked Hong Huiqin before and after.

Zhang Yi couldn't hold on to five moves under Fang Zixuan, and with so many four early Wuhou Qingyunmen disciples, Hong Huiqin was even more difficult to resist, just three moves, and Hong Huiqin's head fell to the ground.

However, Hong Huiqin's voice calling for help had already spread to all around.

Kill, kill, kill.

Fang Zixuan turned around and rushed towards Wen Ji.

The two people who fought with Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao were suddenly frightened, and they couldn't care about it so much, leaving Wen Ji and Gu Yaoyao to run away, but how could the speed of the two of them be compared to Fang Zixuan? Before they could rush out of three zhang away, they were stopped by Fang Zixuan, and then, the two of them saw a sword light passing in front of them at the same time.

Finished. The two were unwilling to wait for death to make desperate moves, trying to block Zixuan's knife, but everything was in vain. Two more heads fell to the ground.

At this point, five enemies of the late Wuhou period and seventeen mid-Wuhou periods had died under Fang Zixuan's hands. Fang Zixuan, who was almost completely caught in the killing intent, had obviously increased his strength.

But then, Fang Zixuan seemed to be really in big trouble, because at this time, there were two enemies who were full of martial arts who were rushing towards his side quickly. Finally, Fang Zixuan alarmed the powerhouse of the Wuhou Perfection Realm. Originally, there were other enemies from the late stage of Wuhou who were ready to come over to Fang Zixuan's side, but after seeing these two people, they didn't come.

Although the three Martial Hou Perfection Elders of Qingyun Sect wanted to intercept these two people, they still had four Martial Hou Perfection Realm opponents, so they could only watch as those two people rushed towards Fang Zixuan's side with murderous intent.

He was about to face two Martial Hou Perfection Realm powerhouses, and these three elders didn't think that Fang Zixuan still had a chance to live, unless one or two Martial Hou Perfection Realm elders went to help him, but judging from the current situation, was it possible?

At this time, Xin Yuxin, Wen Ji and others vaguely understood why Fang Zixuan wanted to hide his strength at the beginning, precisely because his strength was too terrifying, for fear of provoking the strong man of the other party's Wuhou Perfection Realm.