The people watching the formation at the foot of Fengchan Mountain have all their faces shocked, although the clouds cover the fog, so that outsiders can't see the specific situation in the formation, but no matter who it is, they have already found that at this time in the fifth formation, the murderous aura is monstrous, the blood light is reflected in the sky, and it is obvious that the situation has changed greatly, and the roars and screams that come out from time to time in the formation are not difficult to guess that the little devil has mastered the main formation and is killing on a large scale.

"Boom ......"

Fang Xing held the blood-drinking mad knife, and fiercely turned his face towards the flowers not far away, screaming, and Wen Yanxin, who had completely forgotten to resist, rushed over, a fierce aura, almost frightened Wen Yanxin hallucinated in front of his eyes, a seed of fear, deeply burned into his heart, he was used to being the eldest lady of the Wen family in the Northern Regions, and always felt that everyone should be born to spoil themselves, let themselves, and develop a pampered temperament, until this time, she suddenly discovered that there were really people who did not put themselves in their eyes at all, dared to kill and fight, and showed no mercy.

"Brother Song, save me ......"

Wen Yanxin, who was frightened by Fang Xing's murderous heart, subconsciously shouted.

In desperation, she subconsciously asked the gods in her mind for help.

"Whoosh"

Fang Xing's knife had already swept towards Wen Yanxin, who was almost paralyzed in the void, but at this moment, among the highest large arrays of the Ten Formations of Feng Chan, a little green flew like lightning, and the sound of "dang" hit Fang Xing's blood drinking knife, which actually made the knife slightly condensed, and the pouring evil qi like a match was condensed, wrapping itself, and condensing in the air like a stop.

Looking closely, that little bit of greenery is a pine needle, which has turned into powder. Scattered in the void.

A pine needle. Flying from the Tenth Formation. Unexpectedly, he didn't lose the magic weapon, and he could stop the knife momentum of Fang Xing, and even made him feel a sense of crisis.

"Fellow Daoist, the little sister of the Liuwen family is dying, how about forming a good fate with me?"

In the tenth array, there was no smoke and no one appeared, but a gentle but not lacking majesty voice rang out. The generous atmosphere, like the sound of the cultivators, not only reached the ears of Fang Xing in the fifth array, but even reached the foot of Fengchan Mountain, so that all the people watching the battle at the foot of Fengchan Mountain heard this sentence, and the words seemed to contain a trace of divinity, which could dissolve people's anger.

It is not an exaggeration to say that some monks who have cultivated to a weak level have even felt that their cultivation has been improved when they heard this voice.

Song Guizen!

And they heard whose voice it was. It is the Taoist son of the Song family, and Song Guichan, the son of the pure yang Dao.

The first golden pill in the Northern Regions!

It is known as the bloodline of the Song family that has been rare for thousands of years. First in the Song family famous, and then worship into the pure yang road, ten years to show his prominence, become the pure yang road god, since the fame of the experience of thirty battles, each battle is shocked the northern region, until seven years ago, he sighed that the infant has no opponent, then returned to the pure yang road cultivation, seven years, most of the Song Guichan in the retreat of the Xianxian Cave Mansion.

Now, it is the first time he has shot after the war seven years ago!

For a while, the eyes of the cultivators were both awe-struck and surprised, but they didn't expect Song Guichan to make a move at this time to stop the killing in the fifth formation, and they felt that Song Guichan's words came out, and there was a hidden divine Buddha light, which made people's souls baptized, how deep was the cultivation?

Especially Wen Yanxin, she escaped under Fang Xing's knife, it seemed that after a long time, she was relieved, her eyes gradually became lively, and she bloomed with a strong joy, the corners of her eyes were filled with tears, she glanced at Fang Xing deeply, and she didn't know what she thought, her eyes were complicated, she glanced at Fang Xing with complicated eyes, both fear, and hatred that she didn't dare to show too obviously, but she couldn't hide it, and even a little subconsciously rose from her heart with happiness and self-satisfaction, stumbling, away from Fang Xing.

"What kind of good relationship do you want to have with Xiaoye?"

Fang Xing carried the blood-drinking madness knife, did not chase Wen Yanxin, turned to the direction of the tenth formation, and shouted loudly.

Song Guichan, who only heard his voice, said in a faint voice: "If you put down the butcher knife, you can go straight into the ten formations, win, let you stand up!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Chan Mountain went up and down, left and right, and there was a bang.

Although Song Guichan's voice was light, the content of his words was too sensational, could it be that this first person under the Yuan Infant of the Northern Regions actually wanted to open the door to the little devil and let him skip the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth four great arrays directly......

But now, Song Guichan spoke out loudly, giving him the opportunity to directly ascend to the tenth formation.

The eyes of the cultivators were already focused on the faces of the three Dao masters of the North at this time.

It's just that unexpectedly, Song Guichan made this promise, but he didn't even say anything about the high-ranking Northern Three Dao Masters.

The three of them seemed to acquiesce to Song Guichan's power.

"The Pure Yang Divine Son didn't want this little devil to rush all the way to kill and kill more, so he made this decision!"

There are older slenders who are more senior, and they seem to say the original intention of Song Guichan, which makes all the cultivators awe-inspired.

"Yes, the Pure Yang Divine Son really has Buddha nature, righteousness and awe-inspiring, according to reason, he sits in the tenth formation, and waits for this little devil to rush all the way up, consume spiritual power, and wait for work, it is the wisest thing to do, but he can't bear to see the Shenzhou monk in order to stop this little devil from adding more casualties, so he is ready to directly subdue this little devil, this move is cheaper......

Admiration, gratitude, admiration, for a time, under the Fengzen Mountain, a piece of praise.

Even Fang Xing, after listening to Song Guichan's words, was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be a little moved, but after pondering for a long time, he suddenly laughed in a low voice, then raised his head and said with a smile: "Please!"

His voice used his spiritual power, and a large array was heard, suppressing the uproar up and down the mountain.

Hearing this, all the cultivators who watched the battle were stunned for a moment, and their brows were tightly locked.

For a moment, they didn't even understand what Fang Xing meant!

Fang Xing's voice sounded again, a little joking, with a scoundrel and fierce aura: "You beg the master, maybe I will promise to spare the lives of this girl and these Wen monks, and go up directly to break through the tenth formation!"

It's too much!

The cultivators in the northern region near the left side of Fengchan Mountain heard it clearly, and there was an uproar immediately.

Is this kid crazy?

It is clear that he has taken a big advantage, and he even dares to speak wildly and let the Pure Yang Divine Son beg him?

This is simply cheaper and more obedient and hateful!

At this moment, even Song Guichan didn't speak for a while, as if he didn't expect Fang Xing to say this!

At this time, Fang Xing suddenly shouted again: "Please!"

This shout, like a muffled thunder, suppressed the noise of the cultivators near the left side of Fengchan Mountain.

"Little devil, you are so bold, dare to be so disrespectful to Senior Brother Song......"

At this moment, a sharp voice reacted, and Wen Yan was full of anger and shouted to Fang Xing.

Fang Xing, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and smiled, suddenly drew his knife, and struck a violent blow.

"Poof......

Wen Yanxin's head flew up for a long time, and there was even a frozen look of anger on his face.

"Master said, I'm going to kill you, the gods can't protect you!"

Fang Xing lifted Wen Yanxin's head, and drank coldly, as if he was explaining to Wen Yanxin, and then he lifted the head and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "You don't even want to beg me, what kind of big garlic are you putting here?" If you can make me jump from the fifth formation to the tenth formation with one sentence, then why do you have to force the five old men to break through this broken ten formation?"

Fang Xing's sound was rolling like thunder, bringing a trace of oppressive atmosphere to heaven and earth, and in the midst of the loud cheers, he waved the array flag, ending the fifth formation, dispelling the smoke and clouds that filled the array, and carrying the head of Wen Yanxin, the stiff expression and dull gaze on the delicate face, and the miserable appearance of the Wen family cultivators in the fifth array, stabbed the eyes of the cultivators of Fengchan Mountain.

It's really dead!

The eldest lady of the Wen family and the youngest great talisman were killed at the same time in this battle.

Following the annihilation of the entire army of the first Bitter Sea Yun family, this fifth formation became the most tragic one.

For a while, the shock in the hearts of the monks in Shenzhou was almost indescribable, and even the three Dao masters of the North were shocked, they knew in their hearts that before Yun Du was abolished, the Yun family would have at least thirty years, and there was no suitable junior figure to compete for luck for the Yun family, and now the death of Wen Yiru and Wen Yanxin has made the Wen family lose at least three hundred years of luck, and a generation of characters is missing.

And in their heavy state of mind, Fang Xing continued to speak, like a heavy hammer hitting the heart, and shouted in the direction of the tenth formation: "Today, Xiao Ye, I really broke the rules of the wilderness and obeyed once, and I will definitely kill from this first formation to the tenth formation, and if you want me to stop, then you beg me, beg me, I will directly rush into the battle and not kill, if you don't beg me, then I will kill, kill until all of you bow to me!"

"Boom!"

In the end, he swung his knife abruptly, and a blood-colored aura surged straight up to the direction of the tenth formation, as violent as a demon.

"Xiao'er, how dare you do this?"

In the tenth formation of Feng Chan, Song Guichan, the son of the Song family and the god of the Pure Yang Dao, also shouted angrily at this time, and in the sound of loud cheers, a powerful palm shot down, almost the gods made a move, and fell straight down to the fifth array below, covering the sky and the sun.

Boom!

The blood-colored sword intent and the palm force that traversed dozens of miles collided together, causing a whistling qi machine in the sky, washing half of Fengchan Mountain, and the two violent forces collided together, even making Jindan Mahayana feel terrified, and the strong strength even dispersed the clouds that had lingered in the mountainside of Fengchan Mountain for thousands of years, revealing the craggy strange rocks and crisp ancient pines all over the mountain......

It's just that this amazing palm is not as shocking as the sentence that Fang Xingshi shouted out even more to shock the cultivators of Shenzhou.

If you don't bow your head, I will kill you until you bow your head!

Does this little devil want to kill the entire Northern Regions of Shenzhou and all the sects begging him for mercy? )