Fang Zhongjin and his party were on Elephant Island, and they saw more than a dozen people fighting a man in his thirties. This was nothing unusual, but it caused Fang Zhongjin and Ji Changan to stop and stop moving forward.

It wasn't until Zheng He, who was standing on the side, opened his mouth to ask that Ji Changan pointed out the key to it: it turned out that although this group of people was indeed fighting endlessly, they were actually repeating the original moves and even mistakes. They had been standing here for a while, and they had already seen the dozen or so people perform the same move back and forth several times as if they had made an appointment.

It's a bit like feeding tricks between a master and an apprentice, just using the tricks that have been said in advance to practice over and over again. But the situation is very different now. Because these people are really fighting for their lives. Every move you make is eager to kill the opponent immediately.

At this moment, the morning fog on the island has not yet dissipated, and everything looks like reality. The smell of blood and the smell of the sea are entangled, twisted into a stream of turbidity that repeatedly washes people's stomach bags, and I am afraid that the next moment I will not be able to help but vomit. Except for the sound of these people fighting each other, the surroundings of the island are surprisingly quiet. I can't guess if I suddenly broke into the Shura Illusion.

Ji Changan and Zheng He both secretly regretted that the information they had collected was completely inaccurate, and the three of them had rashly broken into this ghost island.

Whether to move on or leave now? Suddenly, he saw Fang Zhongjin rushing into the battlefield in front of him like an arrow from the string.

Ji Changan and Zheng He were originally shocked by Fang Zhongjin's sudden move. But soon Ji Changan smiled again and said to Zheng He: "This kid has some skills. We don't have to worry about him. Don't look at him, he usually doesn't like to be public, but he is indeed a person who plans to act later. Maybe he's already thinking of a way out of the game by now. ”

When Zheng He heard this, he was noncommittal. He himself was a smart person, and he had seen some people with great talents, but he couldn't believe that Fang Zhongjin had come up with a countermeasure so quickly. He just watched coldly, but others couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

Fang Zhongjin flew away like this, but he didn't have any usual weapons. At this moment, he honestly and unceremoniously repeats his old tricks. Squinting at the sight, a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe and combing his hair in a bun was the most unstable holding a sword. Fang Zhongjin slammed into his waist and snatched his saber into his hand.

The man was suddenly knocked into the air and fell into the sand. At first, he looked dazed, as if he didn't know what he was doing. When I saw it again, the long sword in my hand was gone.

He hurriedly looked up and recognized that the man with a handsome face and a graceful movement was the one who had snatched his sword. And this man is now rushing left and right in the crowd, and he can't see what kind of body he is using, and in just a moment, he knocked the people who were originally entangled to the ground one by one.

These people who fell to the ground all looked dazed and at a loss, as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

There was a large area on the sand, and only the man stood coldly in the middle of the crowd. He held a long sword in his hand, and the sea breeze blew the sword spike and shook continuously, as majestic as if the gods had descended.

Of course, not everyone was intimidated by Fang Zhongjin's momentum. After a rough black reckless man was knocked to the ground, he came to his senses, and suddenly shouted at Fang Zhongjin: "Another demon!

He shouted like thunder, and his eyes were blood-red, as if he was about to burst his eyes. When others were yelled at by him like this, they all showed the same hatred. Although they all fell to the ground and couldn't stand up for a while, everyone stood up and stared at Fang Zhongjin, their faces fierce and angry. All of them are like they want to eat the flesh of Fang Zhongjin.

In the midst of this crowd of emotions, the Taoist from before suddenly raised his voice and said, "Don't worry, everyone, this person may not be a group of demons." That thief was also defeated by him!"

After listening to the words of the Taoist, everyone took a closer look. Sure enough, even the man in his thirties who was besieged by them fell to the ground and couldn't move at this moment.

The group also didn't know how long they had been fighting on the beach by the sea. In short, they have used the same move over and over again, and the same place on their bodies has been injured by old injuries and new injuries have been added over and over again.

Whether it is the dozen or so warriors who joined forces to besiege it, or the lone man who struggled to support it. From the moment Fang Zhongjin knocked them down, it was as if he had been cramped, and he no longer had the strength to fight.

As for the anger that was still accumulating, it suddenly dissipated like a ball of deflated air under the reminder of the Taoist priest. Now all that is left is a dumb and dazed skin.

But why did they get enchanted and fought here? Who made the strange tricks? Bystanders such as Ji Changan and Zheng He couldn't tell. I'm afraid that even those who are fighting to the death don't know what happened.

is still the Taoist priest who was robbed of his sword, although his kung fu is not the highest, but his heart and eyes are the most flexible. I saw that he suddenly shouted at Fang Zhongjin: "This chivalrous warrior has been passing by since then? Our group of warriors had nothing to do with each other, but they were all entrusted by the people of the coastal islands to go to this island to exterminate the demons who caused trouble.

These two demons, a man and a woman, are the big devils who have harmed the people along the coast. Please kill these two men and women on the spot as soon as possible, so as to do the right thing for heaven. Although Poor Dao can't get up now, he still has to kowtow to you for the people of the coastal islands!"

As he spoke, he barely supported his body, and half-leaned over and buckled his head three times on the sand, showing a sense of sincerity.

Some of the rest of the martial artists also seemed to suddenly realize when they heard this, and shouted one after another: "Yes, these two demons are very tight. Kill it immediately!"

"Demons are used to deceiving people, don't give them a chance, a sword piercing the chests of two is to do great things for the people!"

These martial artists shouted more anxiously, as if they were really afraid that Fang Zhongjin would be deceived by the demon if they delayed for a while. Their faces were flushed, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on Fang Zhongjin, even more so at the long sword in his hand.

Although I can't guess why such a martial arts master suddenly appeared on the island, at the moment, neither enemy nor us is capable of fighting again. The decision made by this master in a single thought can determine whether the people in this house are alive or dead. The so-called fate hangs by a thread, and that's it.

Fang Zhongjin slowly lifted the long sword, dragging everyone's gaze. He turned to look at the thirty-year-old man again.

The man seemed to know that he was going to die today, and his eyes were full of indignation and humiliation. He opened his mouth and shouted at his besiegers, "You spew blood. I won't die well!" Although the tone of this voice was strange, it contained infinite resentment, which made the listener's heart tremble.

The man turned his head to Fang Zhongjin and said, "If you want to kill, kill it." But please let go of my county lord, she is a golden branch and jade leaf. It's a pity that my martial arts are low and I can't protect her, so I want her to be humiliated in vain. As he spoke, he barely bothered himself, as if he wanted to hide the woman behind him.

Fang Zhongjin has been with Lu'er for a while, and he has also learned some skills to meet people. He saw that this man really seemed to contain infinite grievances, and his expression did not seem to be fake.

And the "county lord" hiding behind him was trembling like a tearful peony. She looked at Fang Zhongjin in horror with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if she was looking at a man-eating demon.

The two sides that were fighting to the death a moment ago are now innocent people full of righteous indignation. Who is lying, or is there really some misunderstanding between them?