In the face of the increasingly powerful shaking of the Wind Breaking Mountain, the four people who were thinking about breaking the technique of drawing the ground as a prison increased their speed and increased the intensity of their attacks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, Fang Shaoyuan suddenly smiled at the old man with a smug look on his face: "Hey, old man, are you very happy to see the five of us being trapped in this ghost place like this?"

Hearing Fang Shaoyuan ask, the old man was slightly stunned, from the time he used the technique of drawing the ground as a prison to the present, the performance of Ling Juanran and the other four people was normal, but as a trapped person, Fang Shaoyuan's performance seemed to be too calm.

Now Fang Shaoyuan not only didn't hurry up to find a way to break the spell, but also had time to chat with himself, as the so-called abnormality must have a demon, could it be said that Fang Shaoyuan and the way to get out of trouble?

It's just that the old man knew in his heart that although he was only a clone, because he was in this place of Breaking Wind Mountain, he could continuously obtain mana from the deity.

With the support of the deity, he still had this self-confidence in trapping these five people, so after thinking about it, the old man felt that this was probably Fang Shaoyuan's trick to confuse his mind, so that he could find the flaw in the moment when his mind was relaxed.

After understanding Fang Shaoyuan's scheme, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched, revealing a trace of disdain and ridicule: "The old man is indeed very happy, and the old man can be even happier! And the old man prefers to base his happiness on your pain!"

As he spoke, the old man stretched out his right hand and spread his five fingers, gradually bent at the platform, and then gently turned his wrist, although it seemed to be very difficult, but the old man's expression was full of a kind of pleasure of revenge.

At this time, Ling Ran felt that his attack distance was slowly shortening, and then found that the old man was actually approaching them step by step, and immediately understood that the old man was compressing the area of the prison little by little just now, and now the place where they and others were moving was less than seven square meters.

The old man stepped onto the platform step by step in Fang Shaoyuan's surprise and the angry looks of Ling Lianran and the others, feeling the mountain wind wandering at the peak of this Broken Wind Mountain, and a sense of incomparable pleasure in wantonly playing with the strong arose.

"Well, guys, it's a good place to be trapped in this prison, and I still have to thank your companions, oh no, it should be considered a competitor Xiaofang land!"

As he spoke, the old man moved to the outside of the mountain with his eyes, and a kind of pride that would be at the top of the mountain and look at the small mountains suddenly appeared: "Everyone, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery on the top of the Broken Wind Mountain again, and being able to see such a wonderful scenery can be regarded as the last benefit that the old man gives to you!"

"Oh, is it? But old man, I think the scenery on the top of this mountain is not as good as you say, in fact, I prefer the scenery under the mountain, or Fang will take you there!"

Fang Shaoyuan finished his words playfully, and then without waiting for the old man to react, suddenly an extremely strong sword intent came out from Fang Shaoyuan's body, and a sword qi swept across the platform, and then in the surprised eyes of several people, there was a clicking sound on the platform, and after two or three breaths, the small platform hanging on the top of Breaking Wind Mountain broke in an instant.

The few people present were all peak powerhouses in the mortal world, and they had already felt that the technique of drawing the ground as a prison had vanished with the rupture of this platform.

Fang Shaoyuan, the initiator, disappeared in the moment of the technique of drawing the ground as a prison, his whole body surged, his body floated in the air, and the Netherworld Sword Pill was in his hand, taking advantage of the opportunity when the old man did not react for a while when he witnessed this drastic change, he had already appeared behind the old man in an instant, and then stabbed at the old man with a sword.

As a doppelganger of the fetal stone, his cultivation is comparable to the Tribulation Realm, although he accidentally missed the first move for a while, but in the face of Fang Shaoyuan's sudden attack, the old man's reaction was not unpleasant.

The original decrepit body suddenly became flexible and changeable, twisting its body at an incredible angle, dodging Fang Shaoyuan's fatal blow.

But it's a pity that just when the old man was secretly glad that he had escaped, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Fang Shaoyuan's mocking face, and his heart suddenly became vigilant.

He suddenly remembered that Fang Shaoyuan was not the only one here, but also four Ling Juanran and others who were also no less than even better in terms of cultivation.

As one of the best people in the Kingdom of David, the anger that had been suppressed when they were being played by their prey finally broke out at the moment when they broke away from the art of drawing the ground as a prison.

Ling Ranran's fist, Tiger Windless's giant stick, the monk's demon suppressing pestle, and the peerless sword qi of the Red Jade Daoist all greeted the old man with a snap of his fingers.

Facing the combined blow of the four powerhouses whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm, the old man's expression revealed a tragic meaning.

As the saying goes, if he accidentally loses everything, he really didn't expect this Fang Shaoyuan to be so powerful, and he grasped the only flaw in this technique of drawing the ground as a prison, that is, the foundation of this spell lies in the earth.

Outside the platform hanging over the mountain, there is only one place connected to the Broken Wind Mountain, once it is broken, this technique of drawing the ground as a prison will be broken without attacking.

Coincidentally, he himself was even stimulated by Fang Shaoyuan, and when his brain was hot, he actually took the initiative to shrink the scope of the technique of drawing the ground as a prison, so that he walked to the platform without dying, it was simply his own initiative to die.

These four powerhouses who participated in the siege had no experience of joining forces with each other, except for the fact that the monks and the Chiyu Dao people often joined forces to defend against the enemy.

However, as a strong man standing at the peak of mortal cultivation, their grasp of the battle situation is still very accurate, although there is no cooperation between the four of them, whether it is the attack angle, strength and timing, it is very good, basically completely blocking the old man's retreat.

However, the old man's task was to hold the five men, so he did not sit still, but fought hard.

In the face of the siege of the four strong men, it is impossible to retreat with all their bodies, so the only way to find a relatively weak point to highlight the encirclement.

And the old man had already chosen the direction of the breakthrough in an instant.

Looking at the old man who rushed towards him, Hu Wufeng suddenly felt a strange anger, as a demon king, he was pregnant with ancient blood, and he had always regarded himself as high, whether it was a monk or a red jade Dao person, he never put it in his eyes, only Ling Ranran, who had won him, was a little jealous.

Now, he actually found that the old man actually chose him as a breakthrough, it was a great shame, could it be that he had been ignited by the birth stone, he felt that he must be able to eat himself, Hu Wufeng had secretly decided that he must let the old man taste the taste of despair.

From the four people beating the old man to the old man rushing towards Hu Wufeng, it was only a few breaths of time, but because the old man deliberately rushed towards Hu Wufeng, the two were the first to fight.

Hu Wufeng held a colorful giant stick in his hand, standing majestically in place, exuding an ancient desolate aura from his body, this wild aura was full of aggression, and the old man's soul trembled in the depths of his soul. (To be continued.) )