Duan Cangxue and the others were completely killed by Fang.

The anger of the three sects was all vented on the six people of the Tianyu Sect, and each of them made a far more ruthless move, and the six of Duan Cangxue could be said to have suffered a lot.

The weakest of them, Situ Wuxian, was expelled with a serious injury.

He was also unlucky enough, he thought that with the five personal disciples, he could already run rampant in the Tianshui Divine Plate, but because Fang Zong was alone, he was left alone to face a personal disciple of the Dao Sect, he did not have Fang Zong's terrifying speed, and he was immediately beaten all over his body, and in the end, if it wasn't for the fact that he crushed the teleportation jade slip at the time of life and death, I am afraid that he would die here.

Duan Cangxue and the five of them vomited blood in their hearts, and after entering the Tianshui Divine Plate, they relied on the strength of the crowd and snatched five or six personal disciples of other sects, but the feng shui took turns, and now that the situation has reversed, they have become the weaker side.

As for the culprit, he has long since fled, where can he be found?

At this time, Fang Zong was looking for other personal disciples in the dense forest, and it was strange to say that since he separated from Yu Wennuo, he had searched everywhere and found no trace of Yu Wennuo, this person seemed to have disappeared in this small world.

"I don't know how Qiu Yan and them are?" Fang Zong pondered along the way, and just at this moment, a figure appeared within the scope of Shura's dream.

The man held the sword in one hand and was covered in blood, but even so, he gritted his teeth and persevered, not letting himself fall.

"The personal disciple sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

Fang Zong easily recognized the appearance of that person, it was the strongest personal disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that Qiu Yan had said, but at this time, this personal disciple was so embarrassed, it seemed that there was some terrible task behind him chasing him, which made Fang Zong a little curious.

He stepped out with his sword in hand.

When the sword saw him, he looked stunned, and almost subconsciously stretched out a finger.

With just one finger, it actually stirred up a burst of flying sand and stones, and Fang Zong saw that a Heavenly Sword Intent on the sword's body struck out along his fingers.

"The sword's sky-splitting sword intent?"

Qiu Yan once said that the sword had ambition in his heart to break through the sky and cut the sky, so he created his own sword path, mastered his own sword intent, and ordered it to be named Splitting the Sky.

When I saw it today, the Sky Splitting Sword Dao was really good!

I thought that Han Yulong's kendo cultivation was powerful enough, but I didn't expect that the sword attainment was even deeper.

Seeing this Heaven Splitting Sword Qi standing in front of him, Fang Zong suddenly felt a sense of pride in his heart.

"It's a good time!" Fang Zong pulled the wolf moon bow into the shape of a full moon, and an astonishing momentum that was also not weaker than a sword rose violently.

He faced the Sky Splitting Sword Qi and shot an arrow.

Fan Arrow and Sky Splitting Sword Qi collided together, and the seemingly fragile Fan Arrow actually blocked this Sky Splitting Sword Qi, but in the blink of an eye, the arrow feather was cut off by the sword qi.

Fang Zong had long known that his comprehension of the way of archery was not deep, but he had more than one arrow.

After the first arrow was fired, he shot eight arrows in a row, although the Sky Splitting Sword Qi broke the first one, but it was blocked by the second arrow, nine arrows in succession, this Sky Splitting Sword Qi has been completely eliminated by these nine arrows.

All this seems to be a long time, but in reality, it is only completed in two breaths.

Jian saw that his Heaven Splitting Sword Qi was actually blocked by a disciple of the Heavenly Feather Sect who was in the same Qi Condensation Realm, his eyes showed surprise, and he was about to make another move, but Fang Zong hurriedly stopped him.

"Slow, slow! You are seriously injured now, although I am not a gentleman, but I will not fall into the ground, you can rest assured!"

These words did not dispel Sword's doubts, but only made his brow lock tighter.

"Sword, you can't escape!" said an indifferent voice from behind the sword.

Following the back of the sword, Fang Zong saw a majestic man walking slowly, wasn't it the injury of the six great competitions that won five consecutive championships?

As soon as he saw the continuous injuries appear, the sword didn't say a word, and released the long-brewing Sky Splitting Sword Qi in his hand.

Fang Zong felt that the tricky Heaven Splitting Sword Qi was no threat in Lian Shen's eyes, and he just waved his sleeves casually to disperse the earth-shattering sword qi, which was extremely easy.

At this time, Lian Shen saw the nearly two hundred talismans attached to Fang Zong's body, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that this personal battle is still my world, that kid from the Tianyu Sect, give you a chance to give the talisman on your body, I will spare you from dying!" Lian Zong was very arrogant, and his posture seemed to regard all the talismans on Fang Zong's body as his own, and he didn't look at Fang Zong at all.

Fang Zong smiled slightly and raised the Wolf Moon Bow.

An arrow from the string, breaking through the sky!

Lian Hurt frowned, and his face immediately became gloomy. "How dare you make a move on me?" he said, waving his right hand.

Immediately, a violent wind rose in the dense forest, and Fang Zong only felt a hurricane coming, the wind almost blew his body away, and countless strong winds skimmed his body like a knife.

When the wind calmed down, Fang Zong was shocked to find that he had been pushed out of the hurricane by this hurricane, and as for the arrow he shot, it was completely blown to an unknown place.

"What kind of meaning is this?" Fang Zong was slightly startled.

However, even the look of surprise was no less than Fang Zong's, according to common sense, his move was enough to injure any Qi Condensation Realm monk, but the young man in front of him was not even the slightest injured except for being pushed out of the distance.

With this physical strength alone, among the disciples of the personal lineage, it is enough to gain a firm foothold.

The sword spoke at this time: "Lian Injury comprehends the way to resist the wind, you are not his opponent, run away!"

"Hmph! How do you know if you can't beat without fighting?" Fang Zong was unyielding, and pulled out nine arrow feathers again, this time, his entire person's momentum changed suddenly.

The way of archery, he comprehended the way of archery is not fast enough, if he can't comprehend the complete way of archery this time, it will be difficult to find another opportunity, and at the same time, it will also waste a lot of his time.

To this end, he must use the disciples of the six major sects to perfect his archery skills in the Tianshui Divine Plate.

Seeing that Fang Zong still chose to make a move, he didn't get angry and laughed even if he was injured. "Boy, do you expect such a mortal thing to hurt me?"

"How do you know if you don't try?" Fang Zong's momentum did not decrease, and his eyes became very sharp.

"Since you are looking for death, then go to death!"

This time, the wind and clouds surged, and the fluctuations were even worse, and the strong hurricane hung up all the trees around it, and the wind swept into the clouds, enveloping Fang Zong's figure in it.

But even the injuries still didn't stop, when the hurricane drowned Fang Zong's figure, his hands were closed.

"The Wind of Silence!"

The sword looked at the center of the storm with some concern, the power of this move was extremely terrifying, if it was located in the center, it would be covered by countless terrifying wind knives, even if a disciple of the Great Perfection of the Qi Condensation Realm entered it, if he was not careful, he might be torn apart by the power of this terrible storm.

After seeing that his way of resisting the wind completely enveloped Fang Zong, Lian Shui showed a sneer.

Just when he thought that Fang Zong was torn to pieces by the power of the storm, but at this moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by something, and he couldn't help but stand up with a cold light all over his body.

"What's going on?" Lian was puzzled.

Suddenly, a little cold light suddenly pierced through the thick storm and came to Lian Shen like a meteor.

Lian was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect Fang Zong to be able to break through his way of resisting the wind, and even fight back.

Han Mang had already come to him, waving his sleeves with injuries.

Losing control of the continuous injury, the power of the storm that had originally shrouded Fang Zong's body dissipated, revealing his resolute figure.

This time, Fang Zong's arrow feathers were far more than any arrow he had shot before, and at that moment, Fang Zong felt that the world he could see was even more distant, and his gaze seemed to fall on the arrow he shot, as if his spirit was attached to the arrow.

"Break that wind for me!" a thought rose in Fang Zong's heart.

In a short moment, the hurricane that flared up with a wound and his sleeves was pierced by the cold light, brushing his cheek and taking away a streak of blood.

"It's ......" Lian Jie touched his cheek and felt the warm liquid, which turned out to be his blood.

Jian looked at Fang Zong in astonishment, even though they were different from each other, but at this moment, he felt admiration for this outer disciple of the Heavenly Feather Sect for the first time.

He stared blankly at the blood stains in his hands, not knowing what to think.

After Fang Zong finished shooting this arrow, he immediately seemed to collapse, barely holding on to the trunk of the tree next to him, so as not to go down.

Even so, his breathing became extremely rapid, as if an arrow had just been shot out, along with his physical strength.

Nine arrows came out together, but the consumption of the last arrow was beyond common sense, even with the strength of Fang Zong's body, it was a little unable to support it. However, Fang Zong was tired, but he showed a joyful smile.

His way of archery has finally taken a big step, although he has not fully comprehended it, but it is getting closer and closer to full comprehension, and he has a hunch in his heart that when he fully comprehends the way of archery, there is nothing in heaven and earth that he cannot shoot through.

However, the consumption of this arrow was really terrible, Fang Zong was a little helpless in his heart, fortunately, he didn't know why he was injured at this time, and he stood in the distance blankly, otherwise if he took the opportunity to come up and wave his sleeves again, he would be in trouble.

At this time, his face raised his head, and his eyes were already red, full of murderous intent.

"You waste, how dare you hurt me?" Lian was extremely angry, and the green tendons on his forehead protruded, as if he had been extremely angry.

Fang Zong and Jian both felt a terrifying sense of oppression enveloping them, and when they looked at it, they were panting for breath at this time, and his hands were gradually covered in a layer of blood red.

"I'm going to kill you!" Lian Wound roared angrily, and the momentum on his body was even more terrifying.

"Blood-red palms?" Fang Zong's eyes were slightly stunned, and he muttered to himself.

As soon as he saw his wounded palms, his mind gradually returned to that blood-red evening......