"How can Fang Daoyou be so humble, my Lanyue Sect disciple does list Daoyou as the number one rival, but he doesn't mean to belittle him at all. Fang Daoyou's character and talent can be called first-class, just as a model for my generation, how can you abuse yourself so badly, please put your finger on the next two, I am grateful. Unexpectedly, Zuo Liang said with a straight face, looking humbly seeking advice, and the movements in his hands were a little faster.

I saw that he took out a double-body black shield, and then threw out a jet-black flying claw, his hands flew rapidly, and the black claw flew towards Fang Yan, and he didn't forget to shout in his mouth: "Fang Daoyou, if you are offended, please take action." ”

Fang Yan looked at this person coldly, this performance was too contrived, as if it was not a competition, but like a competition between friends. How can Fang Yan be able to get such a courtesy from him, not to mention that he is also a disciple of the Lanyue Sect, except for the continuous elimination of a few of them, not to mention, Feng Ruonan's matter is not over, how can he not let Fang Yan have one more heart.

No matter what this person said, the dialect pretended not to know, and still followed his own pace, and at the same time as the magic weapon was released, the Shadowless Sword also flew out quietly, but it did not immediately rush over, but bypassed this person and waited for an opportunity far away.

With a "bang", the black claw grabbed on the Blood God Sword of the dialect, and then there were a few tooth-sore "clicks", and the other party's flying claw was not of a low level, and it was on par with the Blood God Sword. After several rounds in a row, only these two magic weapons were fighting in the air in front of them, and no other artifacts were released, as if they were both cautiously probing.

But Fang Yan didn't dare to be careless, and while fighting, he paid close attention to his opponent's every move. At this moment, he noticed that Zuo Liang suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his divine sense immediately swept around vigilantly, he was experienced in fighting with demons, and he also learned many of his own weird methods from them, how could he not know how powerful they were.

It is this habit that Fang Yan has cultivated for a long time that allows him to avoid being attacked by the other party at the beginning, through his divine sense. I saw that several flying needles suddenly struck him from behind, shooting at the back of his heart covertly. It's actually a complete set of magic needles, this is a sharp weapon for sneak attacks, Zuo Liang said it beautifully, but his actions were very decisive, if the dialect was a little careless, this blow would be half crippled if he didn't die.

Fang Yan deftly turned the Demon King's Shield. Thinking about it, he didn't feel at ease, and threw the demon vine out again. Like a great serpent wrapped around him and his shield. Fang Yan is worried that these magic needles are poisonous, or there is some venom that defiles the magic weapon, and there are the most such means in demon cultivation, so he has to be careful to guard against it, and there are more heart-eye dialects than anyone else.

"Puff", a full nine flying needles hit the Demon King's Shield and the Demon Vine, and wherever they were hit, a small green liquid immediately appeared, and then emitted a foul smell, these flying needles were really not good. Fortunately, the dialect responded in a timely manner. The flying needles that hit the Demon King's Shield left a small cloud of liquid flying back, but several flying needles pierced into the Demon Vine's body.

"Fang Daoyou's skills, in the next little trick, really can't hide the eyes of the Taoist friend, the Taoist is very strong, in the next admiration. Fang Yan looked at the filth left on the shield, and his face suddenly became very ugly. These stains are indeed corrosive, but Zuo Liang said to Fang Yan with a sincere face at this time.

Hearing this, Fang Yan almost burst into foul language, and when he made such an insidious attack, he could still say these words in a dignified manner, this person is definitely the only one in Fang Yan's life, and how thick his skin must be to do it. It seems that this person is not bad at paying lip service. Fang Yan didn't bother to answer, urging the magic vine to trap the magic needles that pierced into his body, and quickly let it absorb the venom on the surface of the shield.

"Hey, there are a few flying needles missing, are you going to take them back for reference, and after the competition, you will send them to the door in the next place, at this moment, Daoyou is afraid that he will not have time to study it." How about returning it first?" Seeing that he had lost a few magic needles, Zuo Liang immediately opened his mouth and asked Fang Yan, I don't know if this is the habit of the disciples of the Lanyue Sect, and he always likes to ask his opponent for something when he is fighting.

The demon vine was already quite fond of poison, and was about to retreat after being injured in the body, but it was forcibly urged by the dialect to trap these magic needles, and was thinking about how to throw them in the blue bead space. Hearing Zuo Liang's words, Fang Yan suddenly lost his temper, how could anything be said by him so beautifully, and it was with that sincere expression.

Since Daoyou are sincere in asking for advice, you must also point out to Daoyou in the next place, otherwise you really think that you can't be bullied. Fang Yan became very bored with this person, raised his hand and took out the fire dragon order, and a huge fire dragon flew towards this person, secretly urging the Shadowless Sword to quietly approach him.

This secret trick is the real purpose of the dialect, the fire dragon order is huge, just used as a cover, how can it not be returned to the color when it is attacked by someone. For the oncoming fire dragon, this person did not panic at all, and took out a jade box and opened it, and a water dragon ball appeared inside, and in the blink of an eye, the monstrous waves rolled towards the fire dragon.

It is another pseudo-magic weapon, this person is also a double cultivator of spirit and demon, the pupils of the dialect shrank, it seems that he has met a real opponent this time, even if he has all the means in his heyday, he does not dare to say that he will win, not to mention that he lacks the means now, and he can't help but secretly complain. I'm afraid that it will be difficult to win in a head-on attack, and you have to think of a strategy, otherwise you really don't have much chance of winning.

In the blink of an eye, the water and fire on the stage converged, violently colliding, these were not the water mist condensed by the illegal technique, but the real water waves emitted by the water dragon ball, and the dialect's Heaven Devouring Demon Skill could not take advantage of it at all. This person looked at the stage with a flash of pride, and at this moment, he suddenly felt an extremely faint attack coming, and he suddenly remembered that someone mentioned the invisible flying sword in the dialect, and immediately reacted, and hurriedly flashed to his side, one of the two shields in front of him.

With a sound of "dang", Fang Yan's carefully planned attack was in vain, but this raid also made Zuo Liang break out in a cold sweat, plus a set of magic needles were detained by Fang Yan, and he couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and his face gradually showed anger.

"What does Fang Daoyou mean by this, there is no such villain as a famous master, but he sincerely asks Daoyou for advice, but Daoyou not only does not return the things he collects, but also does such unseemly things, don't you think it is undignified?" Zuo Liangyi said loudly and solemnly.

Fang Yan almost vomited blood when he heard it, this guy sneaked up on himself to ask for advice, and he replied to him is a villain's move, what kind of strange logic is this, and he has no heart to reason with such a person, and he doesn't even bother to answer. At this moment, he urged the magic vine to clear the venom from the surface of the magic needle, while guarding carefully, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking of a countermeasure.

Seeing that the dialect is like this, Zuo Liang still doesn't understand. With a wave of his hand, he put away the remaining magic needles, and then threw out a small banner. This thing swelled in the wind, and instantly turned into a magic flag the size of several zhang, and then a ghost crying wolf howl came, and a two-headed monster flew out of the flag, with a body several feet long, and black air billowing all over his body.

Naturally familiar with the Warcraft dialect. I didn't expect this person to have good demonic methods, and he could even raise monsters. Moreover, the level of this demonic beast is not low, it has already reached the fourth level. Zuo Liang's own cultivation has only built the sixth layer of the foundation, and he can control the monster beyond the level, which shows that this person's means are quite clever, and he is willing to release it now, maybe he wants to hide his strength and use it in the next few competitions.

The two-headed monster is indeed the secret weapon that Zuo Liang prepared for Dabi, if he hadn't been provoked by the dialect, he wouldn't have released it so early, in fact, he was ready to wait for the dialect to be exhausted. And if you can use it as a fatal blow, it would be ideal if you could win without using it. But Fang Yan's actions just now have aroused his killing intent, although the magic needle is small, it is related to his face, and it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart if he does not teach Fang Yan a lesson.

The appearance of this demon made Fang Yan suddenly fall into passivity. In desperation, he released two demon pets, and he had to sacrifice the soul card to barely resist, and even the Blood God Sword was forced to join the defense. Zuo Liang didn't speak at this time, suddenly snorted coldly, took advantage of the situation, and came not far from the dialect. Raise your hand and retract your claws, swap out a blood-red sword, and join the dialect's attack.

In this way, Fang Yan was even more unable to resist, and was forced to retreat again and again, but Zuo Liang rolled his eyes, waved his hand and took out a net-like spirit weapon, and suddenly covered his shadowless sword while Fang Yan was unprepared. This is one after another. The means seem endless, and you can take out a treasure at your fingertips, and each one is good.

But he didn't notice that in the process of retreating, Fang Yan made a few more small movements in his hand, and quietly laid a talisman array in the field, just when he wanted to detonate, he suddenly heard this person laugh and said: "Fang Daoyou took away the next few flying needles, and took this small sword as a souvenir in the next, and it is not in vain to have a fight with Daoyou, thank you." ”

After a little sense, Fang Yan found that this person actually trapped his shadowless sword, and the net-like artifact was actually used to capture spiritual weapons, since Fang Yan took away his flying needle, he took the treasure of Fang Yan away. Fang Yan was suddenly shocked, how could he continue to compete like this, maybe all his treasures would be taken away by him like this.

There are too many methods in this fight, and the shadowless sword can't be taken back if it falls into its hands, and this battle has been going on so far, even if Fang Yan wants to admit defeat, he will lose this treasure. Fang Yan was immediately annoyed that the matter of being stolen from someone had fallen on his head, and since this was the case, he would fight and use the attack method that he was most reluctant to take.

With a loud "boom", a large number of talismans suddenly flew under the feet of the two-headed monster, and various attacks instantly fell on this monster, such a big movement immediately alarmed Zuo Liang, at this time he was about to put away the shadowless sword, but hurriedly turned his head. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his divine sense, and then his eyes went dark, and the blood in his eyes, mouth, ears, and nose immediately burst out, and Fang Yan actually launched a divine sense attack on him frantically.

This guy was defenseless at all, and almost fell on the spot, and the dialect was not good, not much stronger than his situation, after all, this person's divine sense was not weak. However, in general, Fang Yan's divine sense is still slightly higher, and his divine soul is more stable, and he has a mental calculation or no intention, so he naturally takes advantage of it, and when this person covered his head and almost collapsed, Fang Yan held back the severe pain and rushed towards him.

"Bang" punch, this person was knocked to the ground by Fang Yan, just as he followed up and wanted to punch again, suddenly his body was restrained by an invisible force, it turned out to be the Jindan monk on the high platform shot. Fang Yan secretly said that it was a pity, these high-level monks reacted too quickly, otherwise they would have to lie down for half a year if they didn't die after a few punches.

"What does the senior mean by this, why do you just want to help your disciples win?" Fang Yan said indignantly. Hearing this, the Jindan monk of the Lanyue Sect hurriedly withdrew the spell, this kind of thing is not good to say, if Zuo Liang takes the opportunity to attack the dialect, then how can he clear up this matter.

While this Jindan monk was using his mana to protect Zuo Liang, Fang Yan hurriedly put away all the treasures on the stage, along with the net-like spiritual weapon that wrapped the shadowless sword. The two-headed monster lost Zuo Liang's control and stood in the middle of the field in a daze, Fang Yan wanted to order the two demon pets to divide its corpse, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do it.

The monks outside the arena were dumbfounded, watching Fang Yan, whose face was covered with blood, slowly walk out of the competition platform, and then several disciples of the Qingyuan Sect rushed forward, helped Fang Yan to an open space and sat down, and then hurriedly sent out a summons. This competition was full of twists and turns, and finally ended so bloodily, and the name of the dialect was firmly remembered by everyone present, but this time it was really a murderous name. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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