In the realm of blood barbarian illusion, among the clear mountains and dense forests, Fang Yan slowly stood up, looking forward indifferently,

"The people of the Golden Sword Sect will only do what is behind these?"

In front, several young men dressed in white stood side by side, carrying a golden long sword behind them. Seeing Fang Yan, everyone was slightly stunned, the first person frowned slightly, and he was dressed in white clothes elegantly and freely, he didn't speak, but a person next to him asked coldly:

"You are a disciple of what sect and sect?"

Fang Yan ignored him, but instead poked his head over and asked the person in the lead, "Did you leak the secret?"

The white-shirted swordsman who had already taken off his animal skin clothes and changed into the costume of the Golden Sword Sect nodded with a smile, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to hide so deeply, I didn't even notice that you had already woken up, and I was a little hesitant to choose you to join this ambush, it turns out that the old man." ”

Fang Yan smiled: "Should I call you Bai Qiu, or something else." ”

With a young face, Bai Qiu, who had an old-fashioned tone, said lightly: "Golden Sword Sect, Bai Mountain." ”

Fang Yan's mind instantly flashed the news that Senior Brother Ming Weiding had told him about the disciples of the rest of the sects and sects. This Baishan cultivation is not bad, and the swordsmanship is even better, but the talent is limited, and the foundation has not been broken at the age of thirty, and has been staying in the ninth layer of condensation. Bai Shan stared at Fang Yan, and then smiled, "Seeing that your current appearance is not as stupid as before, you must have some ability to wake up from the illusion so early." ”

"Flower Bone Sect, Fang Yan. Fang Yan no longer deliberately concealed it, "I'm curious, you woke up in advance, didn't you know that there was this illusion behind the stone gate from the beginning?"

Bai Shan searched in his mind, the younger generation of the Flower Bone Sect, the talented and outstanding people passed by one by one, but they didn't have any impression of Fang Yan, just looking at his cultivation, he also condensed the appearance of five or six layers, and couldn't help but despise a little from his heart, "Our Golden Sword Sect has a unique mental method, specializing in breaking demon barriers. It's a strange place, but it's a month long enough to wake us up. ”

"After I came to my senses, I went to contact the rest of the sects, and after learning that they were in different departments, I planned to cause trouble and stir up disputes among the other departments, so as to get this chance to survive, and even more so that I could push the boat down the river and destroy the disciples of several other sects. ”

Fang Yan glanced at the beast bone mask on the ground, "Blame the Green Tooth Branch?"

Since he realized that Fang Yan was not a threat, Bai Shan was much more relaxed, and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, people's hearts have been like ghosts and demons, and most of these people are harmonious on the surface, but in fact, the undercurrent is turbulent. Our current appearance is full of people from this so-called barbarian, so that they don't doubt it, just take advantage of the situation, they will gladly take the bait, and even send a strong person in the foundation building realm to block the wind and sky, we will naturally sit back and enjoy the success, and by the way, clean up the rest of the disciples of the sect who have not come to their senses. ”

He changed his words, his eyes showed a fierce light, "Boy, everything that should be told to you has been said, it's time to send you on your way!" The words fell, the sword light flew up behind him, the sword blade pointed directly at Fang Yan, and the rest of the disciples even intercepted his retreat in a form of encirclement.

After Fang Yan silently listened to what he said, he smiled coldly, "What a Golden Sword Sect, self-proclaimed righteous path, aren't you afraid that other sect disciples will crusade after they find out!"

"Hahaha," Bai Shan laughed, "Just ask these Daomen, which one can be said to have a clear conscience about the righteous path, even if you Flower Bone Sect is not as righteous as Mingmian." Not to mention that they haven't woken up yet, even if they wake up, they will only be regarded as a sneak attack by the Qingya Branch, which has nothing to do with our sect, and ......"

He sneered and looked at Fang Yan, "Whoever knows about this is just you a little-known little disciple, I don't know why you woke up so early, it doesn't matter, you will definitely die under my sword today!"

"Are you finished?" Fang Yan interrupted him, the corners of his eyes seemed to be smiling, "Have you ever heard a lot of people talk about decay?" Just you, an old fritter in your thirties who can't break the foundation, I'm afraid that you will stop building the foundation in this life, just like you, you still want to kill me?"

Young Master Fang exported, hurting people with knives!

Bai Shan, who was poked in the sore spot, had a cold face. The reason why he came here was also for that supreme opportunity. He is too old, if he doesn't have the opportunity to break through, I'm afraid he will have to stop building a foundation in this life.

"Good boy, I'll torture you slowly. Surprised that Fang Yan dared to speak provocatively, a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth, and with a wave of his hand, several disciples who had cultivated to the same level were as light as swallows, and suddenly stabbed at Fang Yan from all directions!

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Manyu squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his eyes wide and he breathed violently.

She listened to the conversation of the previous few people without missing a word, and at the moment she had a headache, as if something had exploded from her mind, and she couldn't help but exclaim when she saw a few people stabbing with swords.

"Stay behind me. Fang Yan whispered to Manyu, and then his eyes flashed, layers of flames suddenly attached to his arms, raised his hand, and a palm-sized cloth bag appeared out of thin air above the air, crackling from the inside, shaking off countless things in an instant, like rain, forcibly blocking the sight of several people.

Several disciples of the Golden Sword Sect stopped at the same time, Rao is from their great sect, and they couldn't help but be dumbfounded. There were so many weapons and so many types of weapons that fell from Fang Yan's storage bag, they had only seen them in their lives.

Among the large pile of objects, countless swords, guns, and sticks, countless, were all purchased from Wang Yun of the Western Courtyard. After Fang Yan finished shaking it off, he raised his foot and lifted a long knife, took it in his hand and slid it,

"It's not good to play with knives, it doesn't feel comfortable in your hand. He sighed, and suddenly his cultivation became violent, the long knife came out of his hand, and the long rainbow shot towards a disciple of the Golden Sword Sect.

The disciple condensed his qi at the fifth level of cultivation, and was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his sword to block it. When the sword body was less than a foot away from him, Fang Yan's figure suddenly appeared, and as soon as he stepped on the hilt of the knife with his toes, all the qi and blood of the five layers of blood gathered poured out, and the strength of the sword body skyrocketed, destroying the disciple's sword body like a broken bamboo, penetrating into his body, and killing him with one sword!

All of this was between lightning and flint, and by the time the others reacted, the disciple of the fifth layer of condensation had already died violently. They were furious and frightened. The cultivators practiced the power of heaven and earth, but did not practice the supernatural powers of the flesh, and Fang Yan's death with that sword made them dare not fight with him in close quarters.

The rest of the disciples looked at each other, suppressed the jealousy in their eyes, and while their bodies floated back, they pinched the trick with both hands, and one by one the golden sword was unsheathed, hovering in the sky, and actually strangled Fang Yan with the art of the imperial sword, eager to consume him to death.

Fang Yan's eyelids lifted, his feet stomped again, and a spear shook hands, the shape of the spear was like a circle, blocking some flying swords, and the rest of the flying swords were close to him, blocked by the shield of the blood demon crocodile.

"It's not good to brush guns, I haven't learned these gun skills, and it's half the effort to use them. He said softly, taking a few steps under his feet, and several different weapons flew out under him, blocking the rest of the flying swords.

The material of these weapons is not as good as the sword of the Golden Sword Sect, plus it can't support Fang Yan's qi and blood, it will be destroyed at one time, Fang Yan can't do it, and he destroyed a few weapons in his hand, and threw the long sword in his hand, and the roar of metal came, and the sword broke inch by inch after the collision with the flying sword of the Golden Sword Sect.

"Neither can Edgeworth, that's the skill of monks, am I a monk?" he laughed at himself and asked himself, "Speaking of which, eighteen kinds of weapons are not good, in the end, it is still my fists, which are the most effective!"

Fang Yan abandoned his sword, his hands formed a fist, and on his right arm, the chain suddenly wrapped extremely tightly, strangling into his skin, Yan Shutian Jiaogong roared, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball, and a punch slammed into those flying swords!

What about the sword sealing the sky, I give up my sword and turn my fists into fists!