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In the mountains and wilderness, the two fought. 【Qu】

Not far away is the gray stone village that has become a ruin, and the whistling mountain wind, like the cry of the soul of the mountain people, sounded beside the two.

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The fights in the cultivation realm are mostly all about means. Almost every monk can count them in one mind.

While Bi Fengzi dodged, he released the blue scale bone fire, and urged the blood-colored flying needle, without the slightest delay in his movements, he was definitely an old Jianghu with rich fighting experience.

It's too normal to change to an ordinary fledgling kid and accidentally hit the upper one.

But although Fang Junmei is the first time to officially walk the cultivation realm, he has the experience of fighting in the human world as a foundation, one-to-many used to be commonplace, plus the help of the three-breath divine stone, after the fight, he almost has a perfect dodge.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Every time he dodged, there was a crisp sound of breaking the sky, and Fang Junmei's movements were chic and elegant, without a little panic.

The spiritual sense sensed that the blood-colored flying needle was coming again, and Fang Junmei once again sacrificed the peachwood sword, and the sword flower was rolled, and it was a storm.

Huhuhuhu-

After a few rolls, the flying needle didn't even fall on his body, and it was lifted out, but the peachwood sword was accidentally stained with a little blue scale bone fire, and I saw that the tip of the sword immediately burned, almost instantly turned into ashes, and burned towards Fang Junmei's hand, Fang Junmei hurriedly threw it.

"Haha, boy, you are really from the Taoyuan Sword Sect, and even the Taomu Sword has been taken out, but we are Wanmanshan, and we are not afraid of your Taoyuan Sword Sect, if you leave now, it will be too late, otherwise Hugh blames me for being ruthless." ”

Bi Fengzi said triumphantly.

Fang Junmei was silent.

In Fang Junmei's hand, there were no other swords, and while dodging away, a layer of golden bell-shaped light mask-like spells on his body flashed with golden light.

This spell, called the Golden Bell Jar, was a gold spell in the floating dust period that Fang Junmei learned before he left the sect, and the defensive effect was good.

Bang bang –

The blood-colored flying needle hit the golden bell jar with a dull sound, but for a while, it was not broken, let alone pierced.

Under the attack of the blood-colored flying needle, Fang Junmei dodged the blue scale bone fire, and at the same time controlled the sword to constantly attack the other party, at this moment, Bi Fengzi had already been injured in several places, but it was not serious.

Although Fang Junmei clearly captured the traces of the other party's movements, and even made a prediction in advance, he couldn't stand that the other party was an old Jianghu, and he was too experienced in fighting.

Seeing Fang Junmei casting the golden bell jar, the corners of Bi Fengzi's mouth hooked slightly, this spell, of course he recognized, was not a high-grade product that could not be passed on, some monks from other sects would also, he had even dealt with it and knew its power.

The old man's right hand moved, and there was a faint stream of blood.

Seeing this scene, Fang Junmei was on guard, but there were no new attacks.

In the midst of doubt, Fang Jun's eyebrows widened, and he had already noticed the abnormality, only to see that there were several blood-colored flying needles that hit him, and they were fused strangely.

It was as if the blood-colored flying needle had melted into two drops of blood, and then fused together to form a new blood-colored flying needle.

Can you still play like this?

Fang Junmei was surprised when he saw it.

In fact, he didn't know that this blood-colored flying needle was originally a magic weapon refined from one of the main materials of demon beast blood, and what melted it was the blue scale bone fire.

Bi Fengzi, an old guy, casts these two spells and magic weapons at the same time, just to unconsciously make a yin opponent.

You don't have to ask to know that the power of the fused blood-colored flying needle must be stronger!

Burst!

After a dull sound, a fused blood-colored flying needle had already pierced through the golden light cover, although Fang Junmei dodged quickly, he was still hit, and his shoulder blade was shot, and after the blood-colored flying needle was fused, it was actually a little faster.

However, although he was shot, he did not pierce it, but made a sound like a clash.

"How can this kid's bones be so hard?"

I saw Bifengzi clearly, and I was shocked to see it.

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And this trick, the bad feeling also began to be born in Fang Junmei's body.

Even if he was a monk of Wanman Mountain, who was famous for his poisonous methods, how could there be no other means on the needle, and the general feeling that the flesh was burning began to be born from the shoulder blades and spread out in other directions of the body.

Although there was no flame, the burning feeling was extremely real, the burning pain, the burning Fang Junmei gritted his teeth, and hurriedly used his mana to force it away, but in a short period of time, it could not be completely eliminated.

The bad feeling began to be born in Fang Junmei's heart, and he didn't dare to hide it anymore, if the blood-colored flying needle was getting stronger and stronger, what would he do to block it?

Swish!

Fang Junmei opened his hand and made a move, and the sword immediately flew towards him.

Airplanes!

Fang Junmei's body also flashed with golden light, and the shadow of a golden humanoid skeleton appeared in Fang Junmei's muscles. It's like a scorching sun, shining in the sky!

"No wonder your bones are so hard!"

Bi Fengzi had a lot of knowledge, and he said it in one bite, and the look on his face was even more surprised, and he said: "Who are you? When did the Taoyuan Sword Sect have a genius sword cultivator? Why did you meddle in the old man's affairs?"

After the surprise, there is doubt.

"Your Excellency, I'm in charge of this matter, let me hand over the method of unraveling that Gu technique first!"

Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and shouted, righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he had returned to the time when he was roaming the rivers and lakes and single-handedly picking the ghost willow cave with a single sword.

The blood is still not cold!

Seeing this, Bi Fengzi's eyes sank violently, and naturally he would not admit defeat so easily.

Syllable!

At this moment, Fang Junmei had already withdrawn his sword, grabbed it in his hand, and raised his hand to make the Dayan Fengyun Sword Technique burst out.

After the sword technique blessed by the power of the sword path into the bones, the power has obviously increased a lot, and it will destroy the withering and decaying, and hit the opponent's blood-colored flying needle-like magic weapon to a dull and dull one, especially most of it has not yet been fused.

Seeing this, Bi Fengzi finally knew that it was powerful, summoned back the remaining blood-colored flying needles, and fled in the direction of the sky.

Sou!

Fang Junmei stepped on the golden sword rainbow and chased out.

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The technique of turning into a rainbow is one of the means by which the Daoist presses the bottom of the box, if it weren't for Fang Junmei's good performance, they wouldn't have passed it on to them so quickly, as you can imagine, the speed is so fast.

After a while, he caught up with Bifengzi and got closer and closer.

Regardless of the sword movement, one after another sword rays flew out and hit the opponent's back.

"Fellow Daoist, if you kill me, you will never be able to get rid of that Gu technique!"

Bi Fengzi is not stupid, he knows what Fang Junmei wants most, and uses this matter as a talisman to protect him.

When Fang Junmei heard this, he snorted coldly: "I heard that as long as you kill the person who is under the Gu, most of the Gu techniques will be self-defeating. ”

The sword does not stop!

Bi Fengzi became more and more anxious to dodge, and he was hit several times on his body, and blood splashed, even if he had a protective supernatural power, he couldn't stop it.

"Fellow Daoists, don't talk nonsense, my Gu technique is not solved like this!"

Bi Fengzi hurriedly shouted.

When Fang Junmei heard this, he didn't pay attention to it at all, don't look at the situation in his favor at the moment, but no matter what other Gu solution methods the other party comes up with, Fang Junmei can't judge the truth or falsehood, so he must first grasp the absolute initiative, and then sit down and chat slowly with the other party!

Puff –

Bi Fengzi hit the mark again, and screamed in pain.

Fang Jun saw an opportunity, regardless of the sword flying above the opponent's head, he slapped it flat, and slapped it on the back of the opponent's head with a heavy blow, and suddenly his head broke and blood flowed, and Bi Fengzi also fell unconscious, falling towards the mountains below.

"That's it!"

Fang Junmei said a word in his heart, swept to the side of the other party's falling body, grabbed it, and quickly clicked on him more than a dozen times, blocking the Yuan Shen mana of his body.

After scanning his gaze again, seeing that there was no one else in the nearby mountains, Fang Jun's eyebrows swept towards the mountains and fields in the distance.

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Half an hour later, Bi Fengzi woke up faintly, and realized that he was sitting on the edge of the wall, his mana was fully sealed, and his body was paralyzed, unable to move at all.

With such a poisonous Gu veteran, Fang Junmei would not leave him the slightest chance.

A flaming glow came from ahead, and there was a flaming stone-like thing on the ground.

Fang Junmei sat next to the flint, drinking wine without a sip, and when he saw the other party wake up, he said coldly: "Tell me, how to solve the Gu technique, and then I'll give you a good time!"

When Bi Fengzi heard this, he smiled and said, "Boy, don't you even plan to say that you want to let me go to exchange methods? ”

Fang Junmei said: "You did such a massacre, and you know my origin, guess it, I can't let you go, why should I bother in vain." ”

When Bi Fengzi heard this, his pupils condensed violently, and he shouted inwardly: "Since both horizontal and vertical are dead, why does the old man still give you the method of solving the Gu?"

"If you don't give it, I will let you taste the torture of this world before you die, and don't think that I am some kind of pedantic monk. ”

Fang Junmei said casually, but the calm and coldness in his eyes was enough to show his firmness.

"What is the difference between a good Dao cultivator, who uses torture to extract confessions, compared to us Demon Dao monks?"

Bi Fengzi saw that Fang Jun's eyebrows were soft and hard and he didn't eat, so he hurriedly scolded him.

Fang Junmei smiled slightly, he was born in the underworld sect, and he was personally instructed by the old man with a sword, so he was not unfamiliar with the means to use the wicked.

"Fellow Daoist, the old man is the inner disciple of Wanman Mountain, if you kill me, you will cause big trouble, if you spare my life, I can make an ancestral oath, never pursue this matter, let alone spread your identity, and the secret method of Wanman Mountain that I have learned, can also be passed on to you!"

Bi Fengzi was in a hurry, beads of sweat on his forehead, rolling down, this paragraph was said in a hurry and fast!

After hearing this, Fang Junmei slowly shook his head, his eyes were clear and bright, and he said: "You must pay back the justice of those dead mountain people!"

Such a butcher who kills people without blinking, how could Fang Junmei let it go.

When Bi Fengzi saw Fang Junmei's expression, he realized that something was wrong, and he knew that this time, he was afraid that he was really in a catastrophe.

After his eyes flashed a few times, he didn't say a word, his teeth were one, and he bit his tongue!