"Hehe, it turns out that Your Excellency is worried about this? If so, then I swear that as long as Your Excellency stops fighting, you and I will go our separate ways, and from now on, my green ghost will definitely find trouble for you. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this way, I will never encourage other clansmen to hunt you down. Otherwise, what do you think of telling me to destroy my spirit? I am a green ghost, but I have always been the most trustworthy in the clan. The rotten wood man raised his head a little proudly.

"Oh, so your name is the green ghost?" Fang Yang glanced at the rotten wooden man, but sneered: "It's just that Your Excellency can't help but think too highly of yourself, isn't it?" Could it be that Your Excellency really thinks that I am a three-year-old child, can you fool me by swearing casually?"

Hmph, if I really believe it, I'm afraid that within a day, I'll be in a different place, right? If so, it's better to fight to the death here. ”

With a cold snort, the black blood murder knife in Fang Yang's hand roared and jumped, faintly, it was a dream and a knife condensed.

Seem......

If he doesn't agree, he will pounce again.

"Hmph, since Your Excellency can't trust me as a green ghost, then there's nothing to say, let's die!" the rotten wooden man sneered hideously, but all this, floating on a gray and black wooden face, was quite weird.

"Buzzing ......" around this rotten wooden man, there were clouds of black smoke rising and falling.

"Wait. Fang Yang said something.

"Oh, what, Your Excellency has figured it out?" the black smoke around the rotten wooden man narrowed slightly, and there was a sneer.

"Hehe, the situation is compelling, I can't figure it out, what can I do?" Fang Yang smiled slightly bitterly: "You and I can't hide the situation from each other, if we continue to fight, nine times out of ten we will die together."

The Dharma that you and I have cultivated is all based on our connections. Cultivation is not easy, so why fight for a dead man, even if you yourself are involved? I just don't know that those who kill your people will be punished even if they are far away. This sentence has just flowed through my ears, but it is still a little warm. If you let me go, aren't you afraid of being severely punished by the clan?"

"Hehe, the rules of the clan are dead, but people are alive. You killed the ghouls, and Midori naturally didn't give up with you at first. However, when your strength is obviously extraordinary, and you stick to the clan rules, is it true that Lu is too long-lived?"

"Haha, this is also true, I didn't expect that Fang was still fighting with Your Excellency for life and death, but now I am going to shake hands with Your Excellency. Fate, it's really a bit mysterious. Fang Yang smiled.

"Who says it's not?" The Rotten Wood Man also nodded thoughtfully: "If it weren't for the fact that Your Excellency killed the ghoul of my clan after all, with Your Excellency's strength, maybe I would have made a friend with Your Excellency." ”

When Fang Yang heard this, he sighed faintly.

The two looked at each other, and in each other's eyes, they actually had a little more sympathy for each other.

"Then don't leave it here, take care!" Fang Yang glanced at the decaying wooden man, and slowly retreated towards the other end of the cave mansion.

"Cherish, my friend. The rotten wood man smiled happily.

Although this smile looked a little weird on his face, Fang Yang could still see the sincerity in it. And at this point, a few black hairsprings slowly swam from behind Fang Yang, quietly approaching him.

As the black gossamer approached, the smile on the face of the rotten wooden man became more and more intense.

"Cherish, my friend. Fang Yang smiled back, like a spring breeze turning rain.

"Zheng!" Suddenly, the black gossamer condensed into one place, turning into a tiny sword, and then emitting a gray sword light, covering the sky, the surrounding wood spirit qi was instantly assimilated, and all of them were swallowed by this small sword.

"Boom!" A long sword of more than ten zhang was condensed, and the yin death qi on it was rich and unmelting, and it was suffocating when it fell with a bang.

"Buzzing ......" Around the black and gray great sword of more than ten zhang, countless darkened wood spirit qi condensed the sword qi, and the rushing bombardment like a river slammed towards Fang Yang.

At this moment, Fang Yang had no way to avoid it.

"Despicable!" Fang Yang's color changed, he woke up in an instant, and scolded angrily.

"Haha, obediently suffer death!" the rotten wood man laughed wildly, and his body shook as he approached Fang Yang.

However, when the mind moved, the body did not move for half a minute.

"Huh?" the rotten wooden man looked down, stunned. At his feet, in the silence, a quagmire with a diameter of five or six zhang emerged. He didn't even notice when this quagmire appeared.

"Mire Spirit?" The rotten wooden man's pupils shrank, and his nose was crooked: "Despicable and shameless, you sinister villain. ”

"Haha, soldiers don't get tired of cheating. Didn't Your Excellency also play a trick to repair the plank road in the open and secretly Chen Cang?" Fang Yang sneered.

Seeing this Yin Death Great Sword and the sword qi surging in the sky, Fang Yang actually didn't have much panic. Obviously, the previous scene was just to paralyze the green ghosts.

"Hum ......" Fang Yang waved his hand casually, and suddenly, hundreds of ghosts flew around, completely filling the body protection spirit shield around his body.

"Boom!""Boom!"

Fang Yang's mind moved slightly, and when he landed, all of these many ghosts were shooting spiritual arts.

Although most of these more than 700 ghosts are in a low realm, there are also quite a few in the middle and late stages of qi refining. Even if it is just a mortal vein refining qi, and after turning into a ghost, there is only the body of the primordial god, the spiritual power is vain, and the combat power is greatly reduced. But......

The spiritual skills that each ghost can inspire are not just one, but two, three, and even six or seven.

The blow of this ghost is equivalent to a spiritual slam attack of more than 3,000 qi refining and about four layers.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the gray-black greatsword shook slightly, and the castration stopped.

And the sword qi condensed by the aura of many blackened wood spirits was almost completely destroyed.

"Boom!" the black ash sword just slammed and continued to slash down.

However, Fang Yang had already escaped with the phantom technique when this sword fell.

What he was waiting for was this opportunity!

"Oh no!" the rotten wooden man's expression changed.

- Fang Yang escaped, not running away, but coming straight to him.