Long knives, short swords, axes, black spears. A head smashed over, and in the sound of crackling, it was empty.

"Thief!

The black wind rolled under Li Xiaoxiao's feet, and a demonic short knife in front of him chased after Fang Hao in a whistling sound.

"Senior sister, wait for us!"

Eight Demon Sect disciples harnessed the black wind and followed behind Li Xiaoxiao, among these people, six of them were above the fifth level of Qi Training, and two were at the fourth level of Qi Training. I don't know if it's because of the strength of the crowd or because I'm dazed in order to please the girl. These two guys with poor strength also joined the ranks of chasing and killing Fang Hao.

Sou.

Fang Hao floated out more than ten miles in one breath, came to the periphery of the demon mountain, and glanced back, nine black winds and three demon shadows chased after him.

Seeing this, Fang Hao's face sank, his eyes turned red, and his wolf nature surged.

"Hmph! When you go to the depths of the Demon Mountain, stay away from the Inner and Outer Sects, and see how I play you to death. With a cold snort, the black wind under his feet quickened and headed straight for the central region.

"Roar!"

Walking to the central area, more than thirty demon wolves and beasts jumped out, a pair of vicious pupils flickered slightly, and a low roar came out of their mouths, the strongest one, the blue-eyed demon wolf, exuding the demonic power of the sixth layer of qi training, with it as the leader, blocking Fang Hao's way.

"Humph!"

Staring at the group of demon wolves, Fang Hao's face sank and he stopped.

Call!

In the blink of an eye, Li Xiaoxiao and the nine people also caught up.

"Little thief. Why don't you run away?" Li Xiaoxiao held a high-grade spirit stone in his hand to recover his spiritual power, and snorted, and soon saw more than thirty demon wolves, and couldn't help but chuckle: "These beasts are just right." Thieves. You can't run. ”

Fang Hao's eyes were gloomy and silent.

Li Xiaoxiao shouted behind everyone, "Boy." Dare to offend Xiao'er's sister. You are living impatiently. ”

"Bastard, hurry up and kneel down and kowtow to Senior Sister Xiao'er. ”

"Haha, Senior Sister Xiao'er, how do you want him to die. As long as the junior sister says a word, the senior brother and I will immediately dismantle it. A man with black sleeves with a gloomy face, a skull fan in his hand, a cold voice, and a low tone.

This person's name is "Feng Zhang!" The seventh in the list of foreign sects' combat power.

Greedy, lustful.

Feng Zhang's eyes looked at Li Xiaoxiao from time to time, full of heat. If it weren't for the fear that the latter had a sister in the inner sect, he would have been overlord a long time ago.

At this moment, seize the opportunity, please the latter, find opportunities, and achieve your wishes.

Feng Zhang thought like this and didn't wait for Li Xiaoxiao to speak, he was the first to make a move, and the skeleton in his hand flickered, and a cold light shot out, heading straight for Fang Hao's door.

Fang Hao's eyes narrowed, "Today, I'm afraid I'm going to expose my strength." ”

Speaking of which, as soon as he patted the storage bag, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a high-grade spirit stone appeared, absorbing stars and running, frantically replenishing mana. With two fingers, the two flying swords flashed at a gallop, facing the cold light of the skeleton.

Bang Bang!

Flying swords, skeletons, a few times in mid-air, a few muffled sounds.

"High-level flying sword?" Feng Zhang's eyes narrowed, he had only two high-level magic weapons in the outer sect for so long, in addition to a skeleton fan, there was also a high-level magic knife in the storage bag, there was not a high-level flying sword, at this moment, seeing Fang Hao take out two high-level flying swords, suddenly, greed rose. Immediately increased the magic.

"Boy, which one are you?" Feng Zhang urged the skeleton fan to fight with Fang Hao for a few rounds, but he didn't have the upper hand at all, and he was shocked in his heart and asked.

Fang Hao was silent. Ermu always stared at Li Xiaoxiao and the group, and he didn't care about Feng Zhang at all, even the two flying swords were mostly defensive and rarely attacked.

"Boy, you dare to despise me!" Feng Zhang was furious, slapped the storage bag, took out a high-grade magic knife, slapped his hands, and the knife wind rolled towards Fang Hao.

The high-grade spirit stone in Fang Hao's hand turned into powder, and the mana in his body surged, and with a few fingers, a gray sword qi swept out.

Poof!

Halfway through, encountering the sword wind, I only heard a roar, the sword qi swept, split the sword light, the trend did not decrease, and swept straight towards Feng Zhangmian's door.

"Not good!"

Feng Zhang's face changed drastically, and he was caught off guard, he didn't expect the magic knife to be broken by one move. In a panic, in a hurry, in a hurry, in a hurry, open the protection.

Boom!

Feng Zhang flew out upside down, blood spilled in the air, and the protection on his body did not have much power because it was opened in a hurry, and he was split into pieces by the gray sword qi before he could hold on for half a second. Without protection, the flesh is exposed.

Poof.

Blood spills in the sky.

The gray sword qi first split the magic knife and then broke the protection that Feng Zhang hastily laid out, and now the power has weakened a lot, but despite this, when this sword slashes Feng Zhang's body, it still splits the flesh, and blood spills into the sky.

Feng Zhang vomited blood, and his body almost collapsed. There was no more strength to fight.

Click.

The two flying swords strangled in a burst of strangulation, and the skull fan shattered into pieces.

"My Ritual Instrument ......"

Feng Zhang's eyes were split, half of the reason why he was able to ascend to the seventh throne of the outer sect was because of two high-level magic weapons, and right now, they were all destroyed. He himself was seriously wounded.

"Bastard. I'm not done with you!" Feng Zhang roared.

Sou.

The sword light flashed, Feng Zhang screamed, a flying sword, nailed to his left shoulder, a line of blood gushed, Feng Zhang's eyes were dark, and he died of pain.

"No more nonsense, die!" Fang Hao's sword light flashed in his hand, and the words were said to Feng Zhang, but his eyes were fixed on the other eight people.

Pedaling.

Out of eight. The two fourth-level demon cultivators gasped, they knew Feng Zhang's ability. However, within ten moves, Feng Zhang was disabled.

The other five Demon Gate masters also had their faces changed, especially the black-clothed man who had killed Fang Hao before, the corners of his mouth trembled, and the giant axe in his hand almost fell.

Before he helped Li Xiaoxiao besiege the boy, he didn't realize how fierce the boy was.

However, the young man's method of killing Feng Zhang greatly exceeded the previous combat level.

"This guy hides his strength ......"

The big man in black took a few steps back and stopped shouting.

"This guy...... Crippled Senior Brother Feng!"

"Senior Brother Feng, the seventh in the combat power of the Outer Sect!"

"This guy...... Who is it?"

Everyone originally wanted Feng Zhang and the young man to fight and lose both, so they could go up and pick up the cheap, not to mention anything else, just two high-level flying swords were very valuable. At the moment, Feng Zhang is crippled! The young man is fine.

The wolf robe rattled, Fang Hao's eyes were gloomy, and there was an extra high-grade spirit stone in his palm. The other hand was shaking.

Fang just struck and drained forty percent of the mana in his body, and the previous fight with Li Xiaoxiao consumed forty percent of his mana, and only two percent of mana was left in his body. If these people rush up at this moment, whether they can resist it is really two words, and the only way is to deter and make everyone dare not make a move.

Roar!

A wolf howled, and everyone didn't make a move, but a group of wolves came up, with a pair of green eyes, emitting a fierce light, staring at everyone. Fang Hao bore the brunt of it.