"Kill me?" Fu Xian laughed, "Fang Junnan, do you still think you were back then? Now you are just a shadow, a shadow wants to kill me, dreaming?"

Fang Junnan nodded with a smile and slowly raised a hand: "It's really not good to rely on myself, but I have it." ”

A milky white light shone above the palm, and there was a faint gold hidden in the core, and wisps of smoke swirled and rolled, and finally the light was all in that light gold, not waiting for others to see clearly, Fang Junnan closed his five fingers and held them gently.

Fu Xian saw it clearly, and his face changed greatly: "This, whose blood is this?"

Fang Junnan smiled without saying a word, closed his eyes slightly, and silently turned the object in his palm into his body.

"Tianyi, no, sect master, no, this breath, this breath is... Damn it, it's it, that damn maggot!"

Fu Xian guessed for a while, and finally found the truth from the turbid memory, and suddenly became extremely angry.

"It's all it, it's all it! It hurt us so badly at the beginning, and now it's going to harm us, it's extremely hateful! Fang Junnan, you are a self-depraved thing, you dare to swallow its blood, do you still have some self-esteem!"

Fang Junnan's closed eyes opened suddenly, and his gaze was cold: "If you are as narrow as you, you also deserve to talk to me about self-esteem? You are in the cholera sky, it is my family that has turned the tide, and Zibai's junior brother will not hesitate to die to save the common people, and save Taimingyu from fire and water, who is disrespectful, who is not grateful? On the teacher, on the identity, on the strength and on the merits, which point are you comparable to him? I know you look down on his background, but don't you want to think about it, is his background really as humble as you think?

Fu Xian was stunned: "The demon is dead?"

Fang Junnan showed a faint pain on his face, unwilling to say more, and pinched the sword trick in his hand to show a finger at Fu.

"You are a devil, ask what you are doing, go early, and the deity can rest in peace. ”

As he spoke, thousands of sword shadows appeared behind him, with different shapes, and the only thing that was the same was that the sword was all visible.

"Go. ”

With a single word, the words followed, and dense sword shadows swarmed out, smashing the air and cracking the space.

Fu Xian did not dare to despise it, his hands were like worship, each hand pinched a handprint that was so complex that just looking at it made people feel that their fingers hurt, and his lips trembled quickly and chanted something, and then his palms were closed and he bowed to the sky, and a thousand thousand high doors appeared out of thin air.

The folded hands parted again, and made a motion to push the door, which was extremely difficult, and the gate of the sky moved, and the door slowly opened, and the golden iron horse gushed out, roaring away.

In the blink of an eye, the two forces collided together, entangled and intertwined, more like a war than a fighting method.

The gods fought, the little ghosts suffered, and the majestic Feng Sangongzi suddenly became a poor pond fish, and he fell to the ground.

It's not that he wants to lie down, but he can't move, the aura of the two big guys is heavier than the mountain, let alone moving, he feels very incredible that he can still live.

Things have developed so far, which is completely beyond his control, and far beyond his imagination.

The two bigwigs have the same unknown origin, as soon as they meet, they are tense, and the ghost old man who has just been showing off his martial arts and prestige doesn't even say anything when he sees the man in white, and he talks to the man in white in front of him dragging the bird and talking for a long time, many syllables are even beyond the range of hearing, and only the spiritual sense can sense a little very faint fluctuation.

Feng Zhiping burst into tears, people really don't have to avoid themselves, because he can't understand at all, and he can't even distinguish a few words.

Trying to turn over, from lying on his stomach to lying down, his eyes rolling wildly chasing the brilliant battle in the air, the paste in his brain thickened, and he was deeply shocked.

He has seen the martial soul shoot, in Milong Mountain, taking that time as a reference, these two in front of him are not immortals but also definitely top martial god level, turning their hands into clouds and covering their hands for rain, with the ability to shake the heavens and the earth.

Every time they clashed, there were traces of darkness and darkness, and he vaguely felt that it might not be a dark vision left by the glare of the bright light, but a spatial rift.

Even the space has been blown up, is there such a powerful person in the world?

Is this the pinnacle of martial arts, the most extreme power in the world?

However, why, why did he feel that the number one master of Tianyuan, his cheap master Qiu Mobai might not be able to do it?

Why did he feel that the strength displayed by these two people was different from the martial arts he was familiar with, regardless of appearances?

Confused, Feng Zhiping found one thing.

The surrounding world has long been turned upside down, what yellow springs, what bitter seas, all have been broken into pieces, mirror-like by the spatial rifts into large and small pieces, only he and the flat boat under him are safe and sound, becoming the only quiet harbor left in the storm.

It's not his luck, it's not the magic of a simple boat made of a few planks, it's the man in white who protects him.

At the beginning of the hand, the other party seemed to inadvertently waved his hand, and when the impact came, he saw that there were seven more sword shadows around the raft at some point, if you don't look carefully, it is difficult to find that they are all illusions, but it is the sword array composed of the illusion of these seven swords that firmly guards his safety, let you shake the mountains, I am self-assured.

Change the time, change the scene, Feng Zhiping may be very unhappy, it feels like being in prison, but at this moment, he only hopes that this cage is strong enough, don't break it, you must know that this is the only way for him to live.

Talismans?

Don't mention it, it will catch fire when you mention it.

found that the signs were wrong, and he was going to die, he immediately inspired the life amulet, after all, no matter how important marriage is, it must be fated to be married first, but what?

The life saver was activated, and the mark on the arm was quite hot, and then, there was no more.

The others are still here, the soul is also here, and the life saver has no reaction except for scalding him, this thing is useless at all!

He didn't doubt the authenticity of the life talisman, after all, so many people escaped by him, and he suspected that the power of the life talisman was not strong enough, or there was some loophole that had been exploited, so he couldn't take him out of here and send him out of the Three Immortals Pagoda.

In short, the image of Qiankun Pavilion in his heart has plummeted, and Yaya's is too unreliable.

It's too much to put the mountain cunning in the treasure that is used for trial, and there is still such a powerful guy hidden, and there is more than one, are you a trial or a stew, and you don't let people live?

Forget it, it's not even a living baby now, you have a grudge against Tian Yuan, you collude with Tai Shi, right, you want to destroy Tian Yuan's elite in a battle?

What a job!

In the midst of the belly, the chaotic battle in the air suddenly eased, and the ghost old man and the man in white looked up together.

After a while, a person broke through the clouds, and his big bald head was quite eye-catching, and he fell down with a squeak.

Hidden bitterness?

Feng Zhiping's eye socket was hot.

Good people, good brothers, see the truth in adversity!

He must have learned that he had fallen, so he resolutely jumped down to find him.

Feng Zhiping was so moved, if he hadn't been suppressed by coercion, he really wanted to roar and jump up and hug the big bald head and kiss him a few times.

After calming down, he suddenly became sad again, the monk is righteous, but he is too brainless.

What's the use of you jumping down, sending them to death together?

If you want to jump, you can also pull Xiao Yunfei!

Maybe the ghost old man changed his mind when he saw that guy's face, and turned to that guy?

Or maybe he went out and stuffed the jade bead into that guy's arms, and there was a disaster that moved eastward?

You come down by yourself, let me move?

I can't tell my conscience!

The cry of resentment stopped abruptly at the moment when he pierced through the clouds, and he also felt the coercion of suffocation, and at the same time saw the terrifying scene like the destruction of the world, a handsome face turned white, becoming a veritable "little white face".

The old ghost man glanced at the resentment and found that it was an ant, and there was no threat, so he pointed at it casually and prepared to destroy it. The battle between him and Fang Junnan could not tolerate the slightest sloppiness, and any risk that might affect the situation must be eliminated as soon as possible.

Jin Ge Iron Horse immediately divided into a team to kill the past, halfway, a group of sword shadows blocked, the sword and the sword against each other quickly rotated like a disc, the bright surface continued to spit out the sword, the momentum was like a star falling, the two forces clashed, the roar continued, and there were many more black marks in the air.

The front of the sword wheel dealt with the iron horse, and the back emitted a wisp of smoke, enveloping the grudge and supporting him to fly towards Feng Zhiping.

In a moment, the person landed, the fairy scattered, and the ghost old man gave up the pursuit and refocused his strength on fighting with Fang Junnan.

The resentment was the same as Feng Zhiping, as soon as he landed, he was pressed to the ground, he turned his head desperately, looked at Feng Zhiping, and grinned.

"Buddha bless, so you are here!"

Feng Zhiping seemed to cry and laugh, and complained: "Why did you come down and die with me? You are really, really touching me to death!"

He raised his eyebrows strangely, coughed and said the Buddha's name with some surprise: "Amitabha, although I don't want you to disappoint, but the monks don't speak, the little monk really doesn't know that you are here, donor, brother, you misunderstood." ”

Moved to disappear in an instant, Feng Zhiping blinked, his expression was incredulous: "Then why are you coming down, looking for death?"

He smiled bitterly: "The little monk didn't know what was going on, and when he reacted, the little monk was already in the air." ”

Feng Zhiping was puzzled, thought about it, and looked at the man in white suspiciously: "You mean, you came down with him, do you know him, or did he cast illusions on you?"

The resentment frowned and groaned: "The little monk doesn't know, but it shouldn't be an illusion, this person the little monk hasn't seen it, but for some reason, just now the little monk suddenly felt that he was very familiar, and unconsciously followed him down." ”

He looked at the man in white with a grudge, his eyes fluttered again, and his face was full of confusion.

"Hey, hey, wake up!"

Feng Zhiping was startled, shouted vigorously for a long time, and finally shouted back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you Songshan Temple have a secret method to restrain illusions, isn't it useless at all, how can you say that if you hit the trick, you will get hit?"

The resentment was forced to endure and didn't dare to look more, and the words were bitter: "The little monk doesn't know where the problem is, it's so bizarre." ”

Feng Zhiping frowned, raised his eyes and stared at the man in white for a long time: "Why am I okay?"

"That's why I said it wasn't an illusion. Resentment reminisced about the familiarity, and smiled bitterly, "I can't describe that feeling, maybe I'm really sick." ”

At this time, there was a roar of anger in the air, and the two looked up, only to see the ghost old man piercing his body with ten thousand swords, looking like a hedgehog from a distance.

Win?

Feng Zhiping's heart was relieved and he smiled.

At present, the silver man is a friend and foe, and it is naturally a good thing to win.

Suddenly, his smile froze, and Feng Zhiping watched with tears in his eyes as the ghost old man turned around and smiled sinisterly at him, and pounced with open arms.

"You're his baby, let's die together!"