With Qiu Lanzi's shout, the sword light containing will in front of him immediately slashed forward, which was where Fang Yan's body flashed before, and there was even a trace of fluctuation at this moment.

Everyone was attracted by Qiu Lanzi's voice, and Liang Miaodao, a kind of Daoist, showed a bit of smugness on his face, and the victory or defeat was in an instant, and the remaining part of the hazy formation was only a few zhang in size, all shrouded in the power of this sword light, as long as this sword light was cut down, everything could be decided.

Sensing Qiu Lanzi's movements, Cang Daohe's expression changed, this sword light is extremely powerful, just forcing Fang Yan into shape, if he is hit, he may not die, but Fang Yan will definitely be greatly harmed, so Cang Daohe will not let him happen, but his body has not moved, and the two breaths on his side have flashed to lock him, and then there is a kind of dry Taoist shouting voice: "Cang Daoyou, but to destroy the gambling fight? ”

If it were in the past, the people who planted the trunk would not have such words, but today is different from the past, and the people who planted the trunk are much more confident.

Cang Dao and Wen Yan's expression was sharp, but before his words were spoken, and the exercises had not yet been urged, he heard a miserable cry in the distance.

Hearing this miserable scream, everyone's faces changed, not the dialect they thought it was, but it was Qiu Lanzi, who had the advantage before the moment, and was about to win, this miserable cry only lasted for an instant, and then disappeared, as if it was cut off by life, could it be that in this instant, Qiu Lanzi actually fell? This time it was the turn of Liang Miao, a kind of dry Daoist, who was surprised and changed color, and Cangdao on the side laughed: "Okay." ”

In the hearty laughter of Cang Daohe, the hazy aura over there gradually dispersed, revealing a standing dialect, but Qiu Lanzi's figure was gone.

Seeing this, Liang Miao, the Daoist of the Seed Cultivator, was shocked, and as for the three early stage cultivators who were distracted, their mouths were even wider, not knowing what to think.

"Well, where is Qiu Lanzi?" Everywhere scanned and didn't see Qiu Lanzi's figure, not even a trace of breath, whether it was a Daoist or Liang Miao, he couldn't hold back the horror in his heart, he shouted, and when he looked at Fang Yan again, there was no previous calm in his eyes, and the distracted early stage monk who could bombard Qiu Lanzi could also bombard and kill the two of them.

Hearing the voices of the two shouting, Cangdao and also looked up and down at the dialect, with the same look of surprise in his eyes, the dialect won Cangdao and certainly felt gratifying, but he was able to clean up a distraction in the middle stage so cleanly, even Cangdao and himself were difficult to do, this has exceeded the strength of the early stage of distraction, but soon, Cangdao and found that things were not as he thought, at this moment the mana on the body of the exposed dialect is still running, or even tighter, at this moment showing the figure, not because of the victory, but because he has no spare strength to supplement the formation？

Sensing everyone's gaze, he immediately guessed everyone's thoughts, and the dialect that was urging himself to practice suddenly spoke: "Fellow Daoists, contemptible people don't have that kind of strength to be like this." ”

"Well, where is Qiu Lanzi now?" Hearing the dialect words, the Daoist and Liang Miao Daoist asked one after another, while speaking, they had already swept their divine sense over their communication jade talisman, and in an instant, they knew that what the dialect said was true, and the breath of the Mid-Autumn Lanzi of the communication jade talisman was still there, and it was not far from the left, and the two of them were also killed people, and it was clear at the moment that Qiu Lanzi was trapped somewhere by the other party, if it was not a strange formation, it was a high-level magic weapon, but what kind of formation or magic weapon was needed to trap a distracted mid-stage monk in it, what kind of existence did this junior have。

"Let's not mention Qiu Daoyou, can we judge the outcome of this gambling fight now. Fang Yan did not answer the question of the two, but asked a rhetorical question.

What else is there to say about this, the dialect is standing here intact, but Qiu Lanzi, who has cultivated to a higher level, is gone, that is, he has the ability to get out of trouble, and where is the face to say that he is victorious, not to mention that in the face of the dialect that shows such strength at this moment and the cang dao on his side, it is the key to Qiu Lanzi to show up as soon as possible, otherwise it is difficult to say who is in control of the situation in front of him, that is, he is unwilling in his heart, no matter how impatient, Liang Miao Daoist can only arch his hand towards the dialect and say:" Daoyou is really extraordinary, with the early stage of distraction cultivation as a hard distraction mid-stage monk, you won this battle, can you show Qiu Lanzi Daoyou first?"

"Good. Hearing Liang Miao's words, the dialect did not hesitate at all, when even if his hands moved slightly, with a faint spatial aura flashing, a figure suddenly appeared, it was not Qiu Lanzi who it was, but Qiu Lanzi, who showed his figure, was wrapped in a black and red aura, and Qiu Lanzi himself was trying his best to urge the exercises to resist the invasion of these two breaths.

In an instant, the people around saw that the two breaths on Qiu Lanzi's body were highly poisonous, among which the red was the famous peach miasma poison, if it was just peach miasma poison, although the toxicity of this poison was not weak, but it was also difficult to distract the monks above the middle stage, at this moment, Qiu Lanzi was in such a situation, or because of the black breath, no matter how they investigated, they couldn't see the origin of this black breath.

Only Cang Daohe saw these two breaths, paused slightly, showed a clear look, and then said: "Since the victory and defeat have been divided, let's accept the exercises." ”

"Yes. Fang Yan responded, his hands moved slightly, and the two breaths wrapped in Qiu Lanzi immediately converged, and instantly disappeared into Fang Yan's body.

As soon as the poison of the Peach Miasma Poison Witch Clan was put away, Qiu Lanzi, who was urging the exercises to resist, shouted angrily: "I only know the rat who is sneak attacking, I want to kill you." ”

As he spoke, the scorching momentum in front of him immediately flashed, and the sword light that contained his own will was about to slash towards Fang Yan, Qiu Lanzi, who attacked with hatred, was even more powerful than when he fought against Fang Yan before, and was so fooled by a junior, he had a heart to kill.

"Hmph. Fang Yan did not move, Cang Dao and already a flash blocked in front of Fang Yan, and then there was a power of exercises, but Fang Yan recognized this set of exercises was the way of the Great Soul Eight Styles that Shi Luoshan had used back then, but compared with Shi Luoshan, the same exercises, in the hands of Cangdao and this distracted mid-stage monk, I don't know how much higher, and immediately blocked the scorching momentum on the periphery, only a sword light was still falling, but it could only reach Cangdao and the distance in front of him, with the slight movement of Cangdao and his palm, he was taken aside, and fell towards the ground of the main hall, but with a sudden wave of the main hall, except for a loud bang, such a powerful sword light, there was not even a trace left.

"Cangdaohe, do you really want to protect this kid?" Qiu Lanzi, who was already red-eyed, stared at Cangdaohe who was blocking in front of Fang Yan and shouted.

"So what, a mid-stage cultivator who is distracted can't afford to win or lose? Cangdao said coldly when he heard the words.

"Daoyou, Daoyou Liang, it was a magic weapon just now, I suspect that he still has a defensive magic weapon on his body that can resist the sword light of my Dao technique. Hearing Cang Daohe's words, Qiu Lanzi didn't dwell on it anymore, but shouted at the two companions beside him, and then sent a divine sense message

Received Qiu Lanzi's divine sense information, the kind of Taoist on the side, Liang Miao Daoist only hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward, stood on Qiu Lanzi's side, and made a posture of advancing and retreating, for Qiu Lanzi's judgment that the defensive magic weapon is still inconclusive, but a magic weapon that can trap the mid-stage distraction monk is also attractive enough, and now it is just in the hands of a distraction early stage monk has such power, if it is in his own hands, what kind of scene should it be.

"Haha, are you really deceiving me?" Seeing this, Cangdao and Chang laughed, and then asked.

"Cangdaohe, if we are elsewhere, we still need to be afraid of you, but here, it depends on how you protect this kid. Qiu Lanzi, who had already been filled with anger, had the support of her companions, and she was no longer afraid of it, and immediately shouted again.

"I also want to see how you came to have such faith. Cang Dao and Leng snorted, and then a sword flashed, and a broken sword appeared in his hand.

How could it be? How could it be? In the blink of an eye when the broken sword flashed, the expressions of the three mid-stage distracted monks changed drastically, and they exclaimed in surprise one after another.