Chapter 274: The axe is good

As Su Xiaoxiao woke up, she, who had always been quiet, had a light of hatred in her eyes, and pounced on the man in the dragon robe recklessly, her eyes were red, and she shouted: "You return my eldest brother Qi's life, you return my parents, and return my quiet life in the past!"

Seeing his thin body pounce up, the dragon-robed man looked stunned, and then said contemptuously: "A grass people, dare to be disrespectful to me?"

After that, he raised his arm, looking like he wanted to slap Su Xiaoxiao's face.

This pampered virtue seemed to be back in the court, and his heart was occupied by secular power, completely ignoring Fang Wenyuan.

At this moment, the wine glass in Fang Wenyuan's hand turned into powder, and he said coldly: "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation!"

The wound in his hand spun, and a silver thread burst out, and the arms of the dragon-robed man broke away without warning, falling to the ground, and his arms were broken at the shoulder.

Blood spurted out immediately, Fang Wenyuan's eyes turned, Yuan Li was like a gust of wind, condensing the blood in the air, and suddenly fell to the ground, Su Xiaoxiao also avoided the encounter of splashing blood.

"Ah~~~" The man in the dragon robe let out a terrible scream.

The only bit of majesty left on his body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, he became inferior to the grass people in his mouth.

Su Xiaoxiao was stunned in place, her body trembled slightly, Fang Wenyuan felt a headache in her heart, stepped forward and took Su Xiaoxiao into her arms, and said with a smile: "I'll take you away!"

"Hmph, I'm going to see if you're leaving today!"

A majestic voice sounded, full of energy, rolling waves, slamming open doors and windows, and repeatedly banging on the door frame.

The light flashed, and a middle-aged man walked in, his expression was not angry and arrogant, his face was gloomy, and he looked at the dragon robed man's arms broken shoulder to shoulder, and he immediately clenched his fists, and was furious.

Fang Wenyuan hugged the frightened Su Xiaoxiao, smiled evilly, looked at the middle-aged man who walked in, and said, "Where Fang wants to go, no one can stop him yet!"

"Arrogance! I just don't know if your ability is as big as your tone!" The middle-aged man walked over slowly, and with each step, the momentum on his body became a little stronger.

Fang Wenyuan frowned, and said lightly: "Whether you have this ability or not, Your Excellency will know if you try it, but the people who died in Fang's hands have lost the opportunity to reincarnate, if you want to, Fang will naturally be fulfilled." ”

After that, there was a chuckle, a flick of his sleeve, and said, "It's quite good at trickery!"

A weak wind, emanating from his sleeve, directly disintegrated the middle-aged man's momentum, and then broke the rhythm of the middle-aged man's footsteps.

Judge from above!

The man in the dragon robe trembled, and roared: "Father, kill this thief quickly! This thief dares to cut off his arms, I will drain his soul and refine his soul!"

Just as the man in the dragon robe trembled and walked to his father's side, his father slapped him in the face, and immediately knocked him eight feet away, saying, "Rebel, shut up!"

The man in the dragon robe directly hit a pillar, spit out a puff of blood mist, his expression was extremely depressed, he looked at his father in disbelief, opened his mouth, couldn't make a sound for half a sound, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Things seemed to be changing too quickly, but Fang Wenyuan understood, and looked at the middle-aged man with a playful smile on his face.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man suddenly smiled, looked at Fang Wenyuan with a pleasant face, and said with a fist: "I didn't know that Your Excellency was a fellow believer before, and there were many offends, so please Haihan, the contemptible Liao Zheng, apologize here!"

Daoist friends are not as good as their skills, I don't know where they come from?

If it was in the past, Fang Wenyuan might have believed it, but at this moment, he wouldn't believe it at all, the middle-aged man who was murderous a moment ago, and has a pleasant face at this moment, would really want him to be a master!

This Liao Zheng looked like a master who bullied the weak and feared the hard, and he knew that Fang Wenyuan's cultivation was profound, so he was ready to turn enemies into friends. He had already made concessions, and if Fang Wenyuan forcibly put pressure on him again, it seemed a little inappropriate, so he waved his hand and said: "Liao Daoyou is polite, the so-called merit is not punished, Fang Mou is really a little unbearable to be a national master!"

When Liao Zheng was about to ask again, Fang Wenyuan said again: "If there is no vote, it seems a little unreasonable!"

Hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao's body trembled, wanting to break free from Fang Wenyuan's arms, Fang Wenyuan sighed in his heart, and said secretly: "It seems that this stupid girl has misunderstood me!"

And Liao Zheng seemed to be very happy on the surface, but there was a hint of discoloration in his eyes, which naturally couldn't escape Fang Wenyuan's purple pupils. Sure enough, this apparent Zhao'an has a murderous motive inside.

Fortunately, Fang Wenyuan didn't really want to agree, but he saw that the wound in his hand suddenly flew away, and the silver line from the injury was instantly thunderous, and Liao Zheng's son's head was separated.

It's incredibly fast, even Liao Zheng doesn't know when Fang Wenyuan made a move, and he can't react to why Fang Wenyuan made a move. He was still immersed in his own lies and couldn't help himself.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan smiled again: "Since Liao Daoyou said that this son is a rebel, then, Fang Mou helped you kill it, and it can be regarded as a vote, I don't know if such a vote can be a national teacher?"

After being stunned for a moment, Liao Zheng suddenly became angry, his face sank like water, and he shouted in a low voice: "Toast and don't eat and drink!" Today, then don't go, this seat must drain your soul and refine your soul!"

Fang Wenyuan still looked indifferent, as if he couldn't arouse interest, patted Su Xiaoxiao's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Tired, sleep first, when you wake up, Brother Fang will take you to meet your parents!"

Su Xiaoxiao only felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and gradually fell asleep.

At this point, Fang Wenyuan raised his head and said casually: "Your father and son are really strange, they will be drained and refined at every turn, and there is nothing new!"

In his anger, Liao Zheng took out a seal, sacrificed it in mid-air, chanted words in his mouth, and scolded in a half-loud voice: "Leave the dragon array!"

The entire palace suddenly shook, like a boat in an angry sea, capsizing and tumbling. Fang Wenyuan broke through the roof and walked away with Su Xiaoxiao.

A cloud of purple qi transformed in the sky, forming a huge cover, and Fang Wenyuan seemed to be a caged bird, unable to break free, so he could only stay in mid-air.

Liao Zheng followed from the dormitory, and the seal hung above his head, exuding a purple aura, connecting with him. As soon as he flew out, he stretched out a hand and shouted in a low voice: "Capture the dragon and subdue the tiger!"

A huge claw, falling from the sky, quite majestic, three fingers in front, one finger behind, like a bird's claw, but with scales, glowing with rich purple gas, like the claw of a real dragon.

One of the nails was the size of Fang Wenyuan's body.

Fang Wenyuan, who bent under the dragon's claws, seemed to be stupid, and he didn't dodge while holding Su Xiaoxiao, and he was caught by the dragon's claws when he landed, and he was instantly shattered.

Liao Zheng didn't wrinkle, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, the secret path was not good, and he suddenly flew back, purple light appeared, and he was hidden in the formation.

At the moment when he had just disappeared, the silver line of wounded wounds crossed the place where he had been, and if he had taken half a step slower, he would have followed in the footsteps of his hapless son.

With a light sigh of regret, Fang Wenyuan appeared, and Su Xiaoxiao was sleeping in his arms, as if he had dreamed of something happy, and showed a sweet smile.

I have to say that Liao Zheng has quite a lot of experience in fighting methods, and he avoided Fang Wenyuan's thunderous blow. I don't know if this is the case, or if Fang Wenyuan has been quiet for six years, and his skills are not as clean as before.

"It's ridiculous to be trapped in this array, and want to sneak attack this seat!

Voices floated from all directions, and it was impossible to distinguish between the real and the false. Fang Wenyuan was still smiling, smiling very evilly, every time he killed someone, he would show such a smile.

Sure enough, everything was just a scam, the so-called Zhao'an, with the power of the Taishi as the inducement, to make Fang Wenyuan less vigilant, Liao Zheng was good at secretly stimulating the Lilong Array, after all, such a large array, with his own strength, it would never be possible to activate it so quickly.

Fang Wenyuan hummed a little song in his mouth, patted Su Xiaoxiao's back, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep, heard Liao Zheng's words, and sneered: "The last time I heard the name of this 'erector', it seems to be a long time, but I clearly remember his death, it is very miserable, you are very courageous, Fang Mou will fulfill you!"

This sentence is very rampant, but Fang Wenyuan has this capital, in front of the three evil sects, he roams recklessly with a foundation building cultivator, and there are not a few fake Dan monks. A small Liao Zheng is enough to make him pay attention to it.

The surrounding void shook slightly, Liao Zheng seemed to be about to speak again, but Fang Wenyuan didn't want to give him a chance, pointed at his eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Regent!"

The divine consciousness comparable to the late stage of Jindan is like the water that bursts the embankment, and it suddenly vents out, suddenly spreading to every corner of the formation, and even faintly has the potential to break through.

The divine consciousness is like a sharp sword, except for mortals, all the monks have been seriously injured, and several Qi refining disciples under Liao Zheng have not yet rushed to support, and they have died under the Divine Technique.

In the middle of the sound, Liao Zheng's words did not speak, but a miserable scream stopped abruptly, naturally his spell was broken, and before he could speak, he was severely injured by the Dao. First screamed, then the spell was broken.

However, he still didn't show up, hiding in the formation, Fang Wenyuan had no intention of fighting, which was a bit tricky.

Fortunately, he didn't fight an unprepared battle, and the eight-tailed cat should have tampered with some of the foundation of the formation, so the spirit communicated with the eight-tailed cat and forced Liao Zheng out.

At this moment, the void moved, and a strange cold wind came to his face, taking into account Su Xiaoxiao's mortal body, Fang Wenyuan dispersed the Yuan Force, resisting the invasion of the cold wind.

The strangeness of this wind is also different in itself, it is not formless and colorless, but a dark color, as if to hide something.

Fang Wenyuan had purple pupils beside him, and all illusions were hidden, and in the black wind of the magic technique in an instant, there was a giant axe, shining with a cold light.

Fang Wenyuan turned around, stretched out his right hand, and suddenly blocked the axe's edge.

Liao Zheng in the dark flashed a trace of happiness, but in the blink of an eye, he became shocked. This giant axe was found in a monk's cave mansion in the past year, and it was the natal magic weapon of a Jindan senior.

Although he was powerless to urge, with the help of the Dragon Formation, he could also exert three points of power in front of him, and he was blocked by Fang Wenyuan lightly, and it was with his bare hands.

I saw that Fang Wenyuan's body was like a benchmark, and after catching the giant axe, his body shape had no effect, but he looked at the giant axe playfully, and muttered: "This axe is good, Fang Mou is welcome!"

The divine consciousness of the late stage of Jin Dan directly forcibly erased the mark that should have belonged to Liao Zheng on it, and easily pocketed the giant axe.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan felt a chill behind him, and immediately reined in his mind, let go of the mentality of playing with blasphemy, his whole body breathed out, and he became serious.

PS: Kitagawa said a few words.

Unknowingly, "Lingxiao Shinto" has been written for more than half a year, during which there have been some small gains, and I have made some friends who are also writing books, the only thing that makes Beichuan a little disappointed is that so far, Beichuan has not found a reader who reads this book.

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