The words blurted out from Fang Liang's mouth made both the middle-aged man and the fleeing elder stunned, I really don't know where this guy got such great confidence, and he didn't even think about it when he said this.

After a long time, the middle-aged man laughed out loud, he finally figured out that he shouldn't have talked so much nonsense to this dwarf from the beginning, how could such a madman listen to it, and the wisp of thought in his heart was completely beaten by Fang Liang's attitude, and he no longer had the idea of taking this person under his command or making friends.

Although the middle-aged man looked extremely angry as soon as he came up, as if he would give Fang Liang an angry blow at any time, but in fact, the deceased was gone, and he had always been mercenary and cold-hearted, he didn't have much idea of avenging the three elders at all, but instead wanted to turn Fang Liang, the culprit, into a friend to make up for the huge loss of combat power of the Styx Mercenary Group.

This is why the middle-aged man didn't come up and started to fight Fang Liang, but wanted to have the upper hand in words with him everywhere, he didn't plan to avenge the three elders in the first place, he just wanted to persuade Fang Liang.

But these are all previous thoughts, since this person is so ignorant, then take his life and give an explanation to the three elders!

The middle-aged man thought so, staring at the short figure in front of him, and there was a real murderous intent in his eyes, and the atmosphere in the arena suddenly changed, and the tense atmosphere was no longer as ethereal as before, but as if the substance was enough to overwhelm people.

"I said, if you want to fight, can you hurry up?" Fang Liang was speechless, why was this guy so grinding, he couldn't wait, he couldn't wait to retrieve the space ring from the middle-aged man's hand and get back his silver spear that he hadn't touched for a long time.

"That's as you wish!" The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly burst into a turbulent wave, he was completely enraged by Fang Liang's words, and the thick true qi under his feet burst out on the soles of his feet with a wonderful running path.

The fleeing elder didn't expect the middle-aged man to say that he would do it, so he couldn't help but slow down a beat before following.

Fang Liang stepped on the dragon and walked abruptly, it seemed that he was much slower than the middle-aged man, but it was just a seem, Fang Liang's strength in the late stage of the day after tomorrow showed no worse speed at this moment than the middle-aged man's acquired peak.

"Sure enough, it's a bit of a doorway!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and after flashing this thought, he suddenly pulled out the long stick that he was carrying behind him, and the stick was red and seemed to be mixed with some inexplicable metal, and it squeezed the air with a slight movement, which was obviously not light.

The crimson long stick of this weight looked as light as nothing in the hands of the middle-aged man, and when the stick was smashed on the head, the wind that drove it was enough to make people squint.

Fang Liang's footsteps swirled lightly, and his body suddenly swung sideways, and he was about to slide past the middle-aged man's side.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and the red long stick in his hand took advantage of the situation and swept towards Fang Liang's back, and he had great confidence in hitting the middle-aged man, because this stick was completely the short man's dead end, and he couldn't avoid it.

Unexpectedly, Fang Liang jumped into the air as if he had eyes on his back and avoided this stick just in time, and his body fell exactly on the middle-aged man's red stick, and Fang Liang's toes tapped the stick and rushed straight towards the elder who came one step behind.

The distance between the two of them at the moment is only a few zhang, and it is shallow to say that such a distance is fleeting in the blink of an eye, and the elder and Fang Liang greeted him head-on in the blink of an eye.

The elder's pupils shrank, a pair of sleeved robes waved, and the silver light swept out of the sky.

The Pu knife in Fang Liang's hand moved, and the Dao Dao knife light appeared and became a dense and impermeable piece, easily blocking the silver rays in the sky.

What was amazing was that Fang Liang wielded the blade like this, and it didn't cause the slightest froze in his footsteps, as if everything had already been rehearsed in his mind a hundred times.

The elder's face changed slightly, and his body retreated with the strength under his feet, hoping to wait for a little time for the head of the regiment to come to help.

The middle-aged man used his true qi to suppress the bone-chilling cold that came from the body of the stick, turned around and chased directly after Fang Liang's back, although he consumed a lot of true qi to suppress the cold, but on the way, the palm of the hand holding the long stick trembled, and his fingers were difficult to move, and he couldn't move for a while.

In desperation, the middle-aged man had to prepare to punch and kick Fang Liang's back, an inch long and an inch strong, without the attack range of the long stick, the middle-aged man would take a little more time to launch an offensive against Fang Liang, but don't underestimate this trace of time, the battle is often a millimeter away from a thousand miles, not to mention that the attack distance of the long stick is more than a millimeter compared to the fists and feet.

Fang Liang's speed is comparable to the peak of the day after tomorrow, and he caught up with the pace of the elder in one step, what a way, the speed difference between the middle of the day after tomorrow and the peak of the day after tomorrow is not a little bit and a half.

With a sweep of the sword, Fang Liang wanted to cut off the elder's head on the spot.

The elder flicked his robe with an awe-inspiring expression, and hundreds of millimeters of light unexpectedly put a mysterious rune in the air, freezing the swept blade for a moment, and at this moment, the elder withdrew a few meters away.

Fang Liang's eyes moved, and the cold light in the dantian was magnificent, and the Pu knife in his hand actually gave birth to a little frost and cold mist, and the mysterious rune was cut in half with just one sword.

He strode after him again, his spirit probing in all directions, and the distance of the middle-aged man behind him was firmly grasped by him, "There is still time." ”

Fang Liang stepped out of the elder in one step, and then entered the range of the Pu knife in his hand again, and slashed down with a single sword.

That speed was much faster than the previous time, and as the battle progressed, Fang Liang became more and more comfortable with how to swing his sword.

"What about the regiment leader?!" The elder didn't have time to dodge at all, and finally there was a resentful angry shout in his heart, and he was immediately slashed in the chest, and fell straight to the ground, blood flowed, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and muttered: "Liu Haochen......"

Fang Liang drew his knife and retreated as soon as the knife fell, avoiding the blood beads in the sky, and at the same time avoiding the belated leg.

"Bastard!" Liu Haochen roared angrily, if it weren't for the strange cold aura that made it difficult for his right arm to move, he couldn't launch an offensive with a red stick, how could he watch his subordinates being killed, this sense of powerlessness made him quite annoyed.

Fang Liang turned a deaf ear to Liu Haochen's anger, and walked up with a knife with an indifferent look, without the interference of others, it should be no problem to cross a small realm and fight with people in his current state.

Seeing Fang Liang attacking with a knife, Liu Haochen suddenly whipped out with one leg, and it was like a shadow, so that people couldn't figure out the direction of his attack at all.

It's just that this kind of trick is really not worth it in front of Fang Liang, and he slashes it out and falls into the air.

However, Liang's knife that fell into the air made Liu Haochen's pupils shrink suddenly, and he immediately turned his body, and a leg and foot suddenly appeared in the empty space with his movement.

Fang Liang's soul always paid attention to Liu Haochen's movements, and at this moment, as soon as he moved, Fang Liang had a number in his heart, and the sword light in his hand moved with it, following closely behind that leg and foot.

Liu Haochen stomped on one foot, and the whole person rose into the air, and one fell to the ground.

The moment he landed, Liu Haochen's face changed again, his left arm slapped, and his right arm held up the red stick against the knife that fell to his head.

Although he blocked the fatal knife, the familiar chill hit his right arm again, Liu Haochen only felt that his scalp was numb, and his left arm slapped his right arm again, shook Fang Liang back a few steps, and then turned around and left.

Fang Liang stopped his retreat and chased after the dragon step, the palm holding the knife trembled slightly, and his true qi was twice as thick as that of ordinary people in the same realm, otherwise taking this blow would shatter his tiger's mouth.

"It's not a gun after all!" Fang Liang sighed in his heart, if the weapon in his hand was the silver spear, with the help of the gun intent he had comprehended, coupled with the resonance of the silver spear, his blow would be enough to seriously injure him.

Thinking of this, Fang Liang's back in front of him became more and more hot, "You have to get the things back quickly." ”

Liu Haochen ran wildly in the corridor, he was suppressing the cold in his right arm with his true qi at the moment, he had no fighting spirit now, at least he didn't want to fight with that dwarf again until he completely suppressed this strange chill and his right arm was restored to its original state.

"What the hell is that extremely cold aura?" Liu Haochen thought about countermeasures while running wildly, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of a reason, fortunately, Fang Liang's speed was only comparable to him, and he couldn't catch up for a while, and he could still think about it for a while, and he wouldn't be dragged into the battle by Fang Liang so that his right arm would not have time to recover as usual.

After Fang Liang chased after him for a while, he frowned slightly, under his divine soul perception, he could sense that the cold qi he had left in the middle-aged man's right arm was rapidly dissipating, and he believed that he would recover soon if he continued like this.

"It can't be helped. Fang Liang sighed secretly, in fact, with his extraordinary condensation of true qi and the body of "Wandering Dragon", his speed was not only the current speed, but Fang Liang didn't want to go all out when he couldn't do it.

It has been said before that Fang Liang's injuries are only almost healed, and the injuries on his body are nearly ninety percent better, and one percent is the injury on his legs.

Because of the leg injury, Fang Liang has always controlled his strength and will not let too much true qi flow into the meridians in his legs, now this level is already the limit, if it is over, then the injury on his leg may have to be aggravated, and the new bone that happened to be born may not be able to bear it and be broken.

But now, seeing that the other party's situation is getting better, and the other party has not been fighting with him, his current speed is also helpless, and the other party's Fang Liang can't care so much.