The man in black was still chasing after Fang Yan, and he didn't intend to let him go at all. （ . . Fang Yan couldn't help but be angry, he didn't want to fight with people in the secret realm senselessly, but this person was so ignorant of what to do, he really couldn't bully himself.

Besides, the dialect is obviously at a disadvantage compared to this person in terms of escape techniques, and it is difficult to get rid of it if he continues to fly, so it is better to do it in person than to spend mana in vain. Thinking of this, Fang Yan slowly turned around, took out the spirit weapon and talisman, and looked at the black-clothed man who was flying rapidly in the distance.

"It's you, Fang Yan! If it's really you, I can't imagine that in just more than ten years, you have reached such a cultivation, and the garbage five spirit roots back then can actually build a foundation, I really underestimate you. "The whole body of the person who came was covered, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all, and Fang Yan just changed his outfit when he came in, and he didn't show himself as a disciple of Qingyuan Sect, but he was broken by this person.

Who is this person? Fang Yan couldn't help but think quickly, he hadn't been here for a long time, and most of the time he was cultivating, except for a limited number of people, he didn't have any contact with most of the people here, and I was afraid that even most of the disciples in the Qingyuan Sect couldn't call him by name. And listening to this person's words, he is definitely not a recent acquaintance, but like an old acquaintance from a long time ago.

Feng Chong! A name suddenly appeared, and it immediately evoked the memory of the dialect, there should be nothing wrong, the man in black in front of him is this person. No wonder he is so clear about his past, it turned out to be his same door when he left the fire gate, this guy didn't design to frame himself back then, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an enemy.

"You are Feng Chong, I didn't expect you to be alive too, it looks like you're still alive and well, it's impressive. Fang Yan said with a sneer. No wonder he was entangled with himself, he had already recognized him, and his current cultivation was one level higher than the dialect, reaching the fifth layer of foundation building, thinking that he would be able to win the battle in this way, it was a joke.

This guy doesn't know where to settle down now, but he looks alive. It seems to be a good mix. With this guy's insidious cunning and cultivation talent, he will be taken seriously no matter where he is, but Fang Yan has heard that he caused celestial phenomena when he was building the foundation. Now that the two have met in a secret realm, it can only be said that this world is really too small.

"Hey, yes, that's me. It's hard for Senior Brother Fang to remember. The man in black also said in a mocking tone, and then took off the hat from his head. A slightly pale face was revealed, it was Feng Chongqi.

It's just that at this time, compared with when he left the fire gate, he showed some age, he looked like he was in his thirties, unlike Fang Yan who still looked like a young man in his early twenties, and he hadn't changed at all compared to that time. Ji Ming once joked about this matter, saying that he had secretly practiced the rejuvenating exercises, you must know that generally only female cultivators do this. I was speechless and didn't bother to explain it to others.

"Fang Yan, I have to say that your luck is very good, you have a humble background and poor qualifications, not only have you escaped this catastrophe, but you are still making great progress in your cultivation. It's really impressive, maybe I've had some opportunities over the years. But if you meet me today, your luck will end here, go forward obediently and die, for the sake of your former comrades, I can leave you a whole corpse. ”

Feng Chong still had the same conceited look as before. looked at Fang Yan with a proud face, in his opinion, Fang Yan was just lucky to have the current cultivation, and when it came to real combat power, he was not his opponent at all. What's more, over the years, he has cultivated several very powerful methods, and it is not easy to deal with a monk who has succeeded in building a foundation by opportunistic tricks like Fang Yan.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that your cultivation has not grown much, but the level of speaking big words has improved rapidly. I remember that you seemed to be the best at talking nonsense back then, and it seems that you have not been idle all these years. Don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue when you say this kind of thing, there is no ancestor of your family here to support you, so let's come up with some real skills yourself. Fang Yan laughed angrily, I don't know how this guy's strength has grown, and his tone is too big.

Except for Su Yanqing, Fang Yan really hadn't met an opponent, and in just a few words, Feng Chong was furious, glaring at Fang Yan viciously. When he left the fire gate, this guy once made up a set of false words to take the credit of the dialect in order to covet the reward, and the dialect opened his mouth to reveal his scars.

"You, good, good teeth, it seems that your kid doesn't cry when he doesn't see the coffin, wait for me to catch you, let you taste the taste of soul refining. Hmph, you don't know yet, there are some exercises in this world that you can't guess at all, and some people are not something you can provoke, if you want to blame it, you shouldn't know me, take your life!"

Feng Chong shouted wildly, a trace of black gas suddenly flashed on his pale face, and then he swiped his hands towards the void, and three blood-red long thorns appeared in front of him. Feng Chong immediately shouted "Go", and with a wave of his right hand, these three long thorns with a strong smell of blood immediately emitted a burst of demonic blood light, and flew straight towards the dialect in a flash, and the speed was extremely fast.

Then Feng Chong looked at Fang Yan with a smug expression, in his imagination, Fang Yan should be stunned by his own methods at this moment, he had seen his opponent look like this in many battles over the years. How much knowledge can a soil bun like a dialect have, I'm afraid I can't even figure out the way of my own exercises.

"Demon weapon, Demon Gate? You have taken refuge in the Demon Dao, so you have betrayed Nanyue and joined the Demon Sect, what are you doing here, are you being a spy of the Demon Gate? Feng Chong, which Demon Gate are you a pawn of the Demon Gate now, Da Luomen or the Heavenly Demon Sect, you have a kind of say it yourself. ”

He is very familiar with the dialect of the Demon Weapon, and he has gone deep into Xizhou, the old nest of the Demon Gate, and has also heard of the characteristics of several Demon Gates. A fighting method like Feng Chong's method of raising his hand to be a blood-attribute demon weapon is a habitual technique used by the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but he has already joined the Heavenly Demon Sect or become a lackey of its disciples.

"How do you know? You kid still knows about the Heavenly Demon Sect, it seems that you know a lot, and I can't keep you and die for me today." Perhaps thinking that this was not enough, Feng Chong took out another bowl-shaped magic weapon, connected his hands to the dots, and kept punching the magic trick into it.

In fact, when he took out this magic weapon, there was an extremely small movement, a dim and slender magic sword was also quietly taken out by him, and then the action was extremely hidden and thrown out by him. From the time he took out the magic sword to the time he launched the attack, there was hardly any mana fluctuation revealed, and it was difficult to see the shape when he flew towards the dialect quickly.

Fang Yan had already moved, and it was not the spirit weapon in his hand that struck, but a blood-red magic sword, which was the blood god sword that Shan Gufeng rerefined for Fang Yan, but this was not a blood-attribute magic weapon, but the appearance was extremely similar. This magic sword was used for the first time today, and the first time it tried was to deal with his old enemy, and it can be said that it was right.

The Blood God Sword flew straight towards the three long thorns, Feng Chong's next action was also immediately perceived by Fang Yan, and a shield with black light appeared in front of Fang Yan, and the shield that looked like a black light was once urged, and instantly emitted a black halo, and then suddenly expanded, protecting Fang Yan's body.

Perhaps the two of them had a good heart, and when Fang Yan was busy with these arrangements, he also took out the shadowless small sword imperceptibly, and he could hardly see any movement of Fang Yan, and the small sword flew out towards Feng Chong faintly. The two of them shot with a powerful magic weapon, without the slightest temptation, they both wanted to decide the outcome in an instant, and it was the enemy who was very red when they met.

"You have also become a demon cultivator, how is this possible! What kind of way is your kid, tell me quickly, otherwise you won't regret being killed." Let's catch you kid first, I'm not afraid I won't figure out where you came from. Feng Chong was taken aback when he saw Fang Yan's move, and after a little hesitation, he firmly took out the magic weapon, and he didn't forget to ask, or he was afraid that he would kill his fellow demon Dao by mistake.

As for whether he would be defeated by the hands of dialects, he had never considered this, and he had been smooth sailing over the years, not only his cultivation had been rising steadily, but his magic weapons had also become increasingly powerful. Moreover, with the careful care and guidance of his ancestor Feng Ji, he gave him a few very powerful magic weapons, and even the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect would be red when they saw it.

"I don't know which way I am, I don't think I'm going to go all the way with you, or I'll be robbed of the credit by you, and I'll really regret it." Hey. "In a few words, you can probably know Feng Chong's origins, this guy has indeed become a demon gate spy now, and it must be no good thing to come here, everything will naturally be known after the battle.

"Ding ding" a few crisp sounds, the Blood God Sword easily picked off a few of Feng Chong's long thorns, this is equivalent to the magic sword of the best spiritual weapon, dealing with the magic weapon long thorn that Feng Chong sent out casually, of course, it is effortless. The Blood God Sword flickered a few times in mid-air, and flew towards Feng Chong quickly, and a red light flashed, and it was about to come to him.

This change suddenly made Feng Chong secretly frightened, originally the skillful use of magic weapons in the dialect had surprised him a lot, but now the blood-colored flying sword in front of him made him even more suspicious, looking at the actions of the dialect is completely a demon cultivator who has been immersed in it for a long time, what is the origin. However, he was soon attracted by the Blood God Sword again, and coveted it, regardless of whether he was a fellow demon or not, if there was a treasure, he would grab it first, anyway, he would have already killed him.

This guy is a person who forgets his righteousness, not to mention that he is a fellow believer, even if he is the same door, he will start as usual, and when he saw that a few magic weapons in dialect were extremely good, he immediately had the heart to snatch it. Although he was temporarily at a disadvantage in the first round, he had already laid out a secret hand, and when Fang Yan received his surprise, the bowl in his hand would follow.

Fang Yan envoy a few magic weapons, the afterglow in his eyes has not left Feng Chong, and several talismans in his left hand are held in his hand, just waiting for him to add a fire when he is in a hurry, so that he can take the opportunity to get close. In fact, Fang Yan didn't have the intention of killing him, but Fang Yan knew his shortcomings very well, that is, he couldn't escape quickly, and only by bullying him and relying on alchemy could he be a little sure and kill him without suspense.

Suddenly, Fang Yan's divine sense moved, and a slender magic sword actually flew towards him quickly, this was not the first time he had encountered this kind of secret attack, he had encountered this kind of strange and unpredictable shadowless demon sword attack in several battles with demon cultivators before. If it was the first time, the dialect might not have seen through it so quickly, but now it was nothing to him.

Seeing that he threw the spirit weapon long sword in his hand in front of him, the long sword immediately flew towards the empty place not far away, and in an instant, he only heard the sound of "dang", and Feng Chong's deliberate blow was in vain. (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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