Fang Zhuo's best thing is runes. But the basic runes or simple combination runes were definitely no longer enough to meet this level of combat, and the only thing that might come in handy for him now was the rune circle. Complex, truly powerful formation, now Fang Zhuo does not have the ability to simply figure it out, but if he can slow down his speed, disgust the opponent, or psychedelic opponent, as long as he allows himself to get closer to within twenty zhang, Fang Zhuo will have a chance.

Fang Zhuo flipped his wrist and took out more than a dozen mid-rank spirit stones. This is all accumulated by him during this time, and he has not had time to exchange it for low-rank spirit stones. Fang Zhuo was currently arranging a spirit gathering array to practice, and the best utilization rate was still low-level spirit stones.

Looking at the middle-grade spirit stone in his hand painfully, Fang Zhuo gritted his teeth and decided to let go!

NND, no matter who you are, no matter what elite disciple you are, if you want to kill Lao Tzu, then try Lao Tzu's methods!

Fang Zhuo concentrated and meditated, and opened the general outline of the talisman in the sea of consciousness, opening the rune array he was looking for. One rune after another, and one connection after another, passed over and over again in Fang Zhuo's mind. After a moment, Fang Zhuo raised his head, his eyes were full of confidence, and a strong force came out from the inside out.

Come on, boy, see how I play you!

Fang Zhuo quickly glanced at the terrain in front of him, and then looked at the distance between Zu Tong and himself behind him, and then chose a location. His divine consciousness was transmitted, and Wind Thunder and Silver Bat immediately received his orders.

Wind and thunder tilted his direction slightly, and his body swept through a narrow valley, plunging headlong into the denser jungle opposite.

Fang Zhuo jumped down one by one. The body was still in mid-air, and a series of spars in his hands shot out with spiritual light, and in the fluttering sound, some of them sank into the ground, and some were embedded in the trunk of the tree. Feng Lei felt that Fang Zhuo had jumped up, his body strangely retreated backwards, and then he turned around and rushed back.

Its goal and that of the Silver Bat are to block the ancestral copper from three to four breaths for a while.

Fang Zhuo felt the position of the spar and found that there was no deviation, so the spiritual light in his hand exploded, and a series of runes shot out! At this time, the divine sense and the immature finger talisman were all bursting out with super strength, and the speed of this rune outline was more than twice as fast as usual!

Sure enough, the potential of people between life and death will be fully stimulated!

One by one, the runes submerged into the surface, and one by one they were connected in a flash. Fang Zhuo didn't even think about the situation of the silver bat and the wind and thunder behind him now, he could only go all out to successfully portray the magic circle in his hand.

The silver bat saw the wind and thunder rush out of the mountain forest, and a hovering began to rise.

Its figure is getting smaller and smaller, and it is gradually so small that it is difficult to see with the naked eye. Then, the silver bat began to turn around abruptly and began to dive towards the valley below! Fang Zhuo asked it and the wind and thunder to stop the ancestral copper, which meant that the master wanted to fight hard! The silver bat was the most holy spirit beast, and he was naturally arrogant. Since he wants to fight hard, the little guy is ready to use his body as a weapon to impact it!

The "Howling ——!" silver bat broke through the sky, and the silver figure hit out a circle of translucent ripples! Its speed had exceeded the limit, leaving the sound far behind!

The wind and thunder stopped steadily in mid-air, and there was a dense crackling sound from the mountain forest opposite it. It was the sound of the branches around him breaking when Zu Tong rushed by. This sword cultivation is the most fierce and brave. Ancestral Copper has just achieved a small success, and the sharp sword qi is difficult to reinforce, so the momentum between actions is violent, and it is impossible to fly like wind and thunder.

If it weren't for your Uncle Scorpion who couldn't get rid of you in speed, I would be tired and tired to death. With such a momentum, it is obvious that the use of one's spiritual power cannot be reversed and put away from the heart. In this way, if it can be dragged on, the strength of the ancestral copper will inevitably be consumed faster, and it will eventually be difficult to continue.

Zu Tong suddenly rushed out of the mountain forest, and the narrow valley was only a hundred meters away, and a huge white scorpion stood in front of him.

Zu Tong paused slightly, and then the corners of his mouth twitched. This is leaving the spirit beast behind and running away on its own. He smiled disdainfully, the long sword under his feet accelerated suddenly, and the flying sword suspended in front of him burst out with dazzling aura!

Can you run away?

Zu Tong was furious, and the sword qi and sword intent suddenly erupted!

At this moment, a wind pressure above his head suddenly came to his body!

The silver bat swooped down with its wings, like a silver bolt of lightning, hitting the top of Zu Tong's head!

Zu Tong's eyes narrowed, and the flying sword suddenly rose up, shooting straight at the silver bat!

At this moment, the huge white scorpion on the opposite side suddenly erupted with a fierce and powerful coercion!

Zu Tong felt like a leaf, and suddenly collided with a strong air current! It was the coercion of the Jindan period, the coercion of the momentum of the soul and divine consciousness of the Jindan period!

Zu Tong's feet were weak, and he almost fell from the top of the flying sword! This is a demon beast that has entered the seventh level?! Why didn't he notice it before?

Fooled!

This is the first consciousness of Zutong.

Frightened by the wind and thunder, Zu Tong's flying sword suddenly lost the support of his divine sense. The silver bat's body deflected slightly, flashed the flying sword, and slammed into Zu Tong's body like a meteor!

A burst of spiritual light crackled and exploded!

As an elite disciple of the inner sect of the Bitter Sword Sect, how could Zu Tong not have a treasure to protect his body? The silver bat sacrificed his life and directly lost half of the spiritual energy of this high-level spiritual weapon!

Zu Tong ate this blow, and was frightened by the wind and thunder before, and was in a state of distraction, and suddenly a heel fell from the top of the flying sword! This disciple in the foundation building period is not yet able to fly in the air, and needs to use special flying equipment to fly.

Seeing the ancestral copper planting falling, the wind and thunder and the silver bat turned around and left.

Although the wind and thunder retained the soul and divine consciousness of the peak of Jindan, the release of this coercion was only a deterrent. Zu Tong is also still young and not experienced enough to deal with the enemy. As long as he paid a little attention, he could see that Wind Thunder was a soul body. And it is easy to see that the strength of Wind Thunder has been greatly damaged.

Thunder and the silver bats flashed back into the jungle. Fang Zhuo happened to finish arranging the formation, jumped on the wind and thunder, and ran forward for more than ten zhang.

At this time, Zutong was already standing at the bottom of the valley. The long sword was summoned to his feet again, and he floated in mid-air, his face blue and white, and the fright caused by the coercion just now had not completely passed.

He stood on the flying sword, constantly thinking about the scene just now, and always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with it.

Fang Zhuo didn't take this opportunity to run away. He had already jumped off the back of Wind Thunder, holding a few things in his right hand, and was waiting for him. The wind and thunder released the coercion just now, and it was his instructions. He knew that he and Feng Lei's speed could not escape Zu Tong's pursuit at all, so he had to make a decision.

It's best if the wind and thunder can scare that kid away, and if you can't scare back, you can only fight face-to-face.

However, judging from that person's sharp sword aura and fierce momentum, Fang Zhuo was also a kid with a resolute temperament, I am afraid that he would be scared away if it was not as simple as a ruler.

Sure enough, there was a sound in the woods, and Zu Tong came in!

Vaguely feeling that he had been deceived, Zu Tong felt a wave of anger in his heart. He touched his chest, and a small jade sword hung on his chest. It was a sword-shaped sigil, given to him by his master. Touching this sword-shaped sigil, Zu Tong seemed to feel that the master was by his side, and his heart was much more settled.