Although the man surnamed Zhang was thick-skinned enough, hearing Fang Ling's bitter sarcasm at this time still made him a little unbearable. He glared at Fang Ling angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Your evil obstacle is clearly a ghost in your heart, two senior brothers, the matter of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Sect, I think it was done by this Fang Ling, and my brothers don't need to talk about any rules with this evil obstacle, let's catch him first." ”

Huang Wusheng suffered a loss in Fang Ling's hands, and naturally raised his hands in favor of cleaning up Fang Ling's mention. The magic trick in his hand quickly pinched, trying to retract the four flying swords that had been trapped in the Xuanqi Qi.

Fang Ling smiled coldly, the power of this Xuanqi was that it could deface the magic weapon, although Huang Wusheng's four flying swords had been carefully refined by him, but they were entangled by Xuanqi like this, and at this time, most of their spirituality had already been lost. The reason why the waters formed by the Canglang Sword Technique existed was completely supported by Fang Ling's Xuan Qi.

At this time, Huang Wusheng wanted to take back the flying sword, how could Fang Ling let him succeed? The Demon Banner in his hand shook, and a big black hand formed by the convergence of Xuan Qi's qi grabbed straight towards the four flying swords, and grabbed the four flying swords back in an instant.

These four flying swords were cultivated by Huang Wusheng after years of hard work, and they can be said to be the root of his life. Now that these four flying swords were actually seized by Fang Ling in an instant, for a moment he had a feeling of rage.

"Demons are looking for death!" The moment the words were spoken, Huang Wusheng slapped his small Qiankun bag, and three green shuttles like green snakes struck towards Fang Ling. However, although these three Qing Shuo are fast, they are far worse than Huang Wusheng's four flying swords in terms of change. These three green shuttles were the magic weapons that Huang Wusheng occasionally obtained from a scattered cultivation cave. It's called the Green Snake Shuttle. Although the power is not small, Huang Wusheng is only used as a backup.

This time, Fang Ling received the flying sword, and he could only use this green snake shuttle. Fang Ling had just broken his four flying swords. Naturally, he didn't pay attention to this green snake shuttle, and with a flick of the magic flag in his hand, three black rings flew out of the magic flag, directly putting the green snake shuttle in the middle.

Huang Wusheng's green snake shuttle didn't have much practice in the first place, and at this time, he was set by the black Yuan Ring, and he was suddenly a little unmoved. At this time, he had no magic weapon that he could handle, so he could only say loudly to the two of them: "This kid's magic weapon is weird. You two have to be careful!"

The man surnamed Zhang sneered and said, "The evil sect is crooked, and it is just some small means, Senior Brother Huang, don't worry." Look at the little brother to break him. As he spoke, the man slapped in his small Qiankun bag, and a fiery red sword light flew out of his small Qiankun bag. The moment the sword light flew out. A dozen feet of flame rose in the void. Rolled towards Fang Ling.

The sword light was mighty, the flames were flying, and most of the ordinary Jindan monks would retreat to protect themselves in the face of such a fierce attack by a man surnamed Zhang. The man surnamed Zhang was also ready for Fang Ling's means of retreating at this time, but unfortunately Fang Ling was still standing peacefully in mid-air, and at the moment when the flame sword light swept in, the demon banner in his hand flickered, and a big black hand. Greeted directly.

For Fang Ling's hand, the face of the man surnamed Zhang showed a trace of disdain. His flame sword light, in addition to the rare Flame Separation Golden Crystal added when the flying sword was refined, it also gathered the Flame Separation True Technique that he had cultivated over the years. Fang Ling's method of defiling the magic weapon, in his opinion, had no effect on his flying sword at all.

No matter how filthy the means, can they resist the burning of his fire?

However, his smile, at the moment when the big hands of the black clouds gathered held his sword light, he couldn't laugh at all. He couldn't fall, and vaguely, he even felt that his flying sword was a little heavy.

What kind of means is this, so that the magic weapon-level flying sword that he has been cultivating for many years can't fall at all. Just when the man surnamed Zhang was desperately urging the flame sword light and wanted to break the big black hand, Senior Brother Du, who was holding the big black seal in his hand, once again volleyed the big seal in his hand and smashed it towards the top of Fang Ling's head.

The Demon Banner in Fang Ling's hand had already resisted the two magic weapons of Huang Wusheng and the man surnamed Zhang one after another, this man surnamed Du never thought that Fang Ling still had the means to be able to catch his mountain seal. And once Fang Ling couldn't resist it, the three of them joined forces, and they must kill this Fang Ling here.

As for the black flag, the man surnamed Du had already made up his mind that he must not fall into the hands of others. Although he didn't know the name of the black flag, such a wonderful magic weapon must not fall into the hands of others.

However, although his calculation was good, when Fang Ling waved the Demon Banner again and flew out of a black cloud, his expression completely changed. The black mountain mark became like a mountain peak, and there was even more power between rotations, but it just couldn't fall.

The three mid-stage Jindan monks frantically urged the magic weapon, but they couldn't help it for a while, but Yang Jiu and the others who were watching the battle on the side, their faces changed drastically. After all, in their eyes, Fang Ling was in a position of being passively beaten at this time, and once the true yuan was not good, it would be the time of defeat.

"The third son of the river, what kind of hero are you to fight three against one!" Yang Jiu's face changed, and he shouted angrily.

As soon as he said this, many of the Thousand Bamboo Sect monks who were standing on Fang Ling's side and watching the battle also scolded: "The three sons of the river, you have the ability to come one by one, and the three bully one, you Jiangjiang Sword Sect is really shameless!"

"That's it, it's still blocking the Jiang Sword Sect, I think it's better to change it to the Rogue Sword Sect!"

"Where did you come from, where did you get out of here, Lao Tzu has never seen such a shameless person!"

Their scolding, the three sons of the river turned a deaf ear, as if they hadn't heard it, the three of them pinched the magic weapon, and the magic weapon held by the mysterious qi of the demon banner was desperately changing, trying to get out of the bondage. It's a pity that although they have exhausted all means, it is difficult for them to get out of the shackles of the black smoke of the Demon Flag.

Fang Ling looked calm and light, and his expression remained unchanged. However, the true essence that the Demon Banner kept extracting from his body was not a small amount. If he kept defending like this, it wouldn't take an hour for his true yuan to be consumed.

And using the skull changes in the Demon Flag, it was as if he had swallowed the magic weapon of Li Taifeng, and swallowed the magic weapon of the three sons of the river. It's not that Fang Ling can't do it, it's just that when he saw Liu Liren, Liu Liren gave him a warning, saying that this Xuanqi Dafa's characteristic of swallowing nothing is best to use it sparingly, so as not to be recognized.

Liu Liren's warning, Fang Ling kept it in mind, although he would not use this method, but he also made up his mind that once he used this method, he must directly kill the person who saw him using the method, and he became the prey of others because of his guilt.

As his expression changed, Fang Ling already had a plan on his side. And at this moment, Liu Liren, who was hundreds of miles away, sneered and said to Na Lan Taozi: "What a good sword sect to stop the river, it is actually three against one, what a hero!"

"It is the duty of our righteous people to slay demons and eliminate demons and do the right thing for heaven. For those powerful demons who are crooked, naturally they can't be left unpunished!" Lan Taozi raised his eyebrows and said lightly. However, although he said it lightly at this time, the murderous intent flashing between his eyes was chilling.

If Huang Wusheng and the others saw Lan Taozi's expression, they would definitely be frightened. They are familiar with Lan Taozi, and generally when this infant ancestor shows such a might, it means that he is very unhappy in his heart.

And the consequence of this unhappiness is very strict.

"Hmph, what a demon slayer, Lan Taozi, you are such scoundrels, do you think the old man can sit idly by?" Liu Liren threw the chess pieces in his hand, and the whole person suddenly stood up, and the rolling evil qi instantly gathered around him.

Lan Taozi smiled and said: "Brother Liu Dao, we have agreed not to interfere in the battle of the Jindan period monks at will, and it is best to let them solve the affairs of the younger generations." ”

"Your people are really too deceitful, three to one, can't I take care of it?" Liu Liren's eyes flashed fiercely, and his words were like knives.

Lan Taozi laughed and said: "Of course you can't care, he fell into the siege of three opponents alone, and he can only say that his skills are inferior, such a disciple, even if he dies, our Jiang Blocking Sword Sect will not be distressed." ”

Just as Lan Taozi was speaking, Fang Ling, who was surrounded by the three of them, suddenly sighed and said, "Since the three of them have no other means, then take me and try it." With these words, Fang Ling waved the Demon Banner in his hand, and forty-nine black mists, like forty-nine black long snakes, rushed straight towards the three of them.

For these black fogs, Huang Wusheng and the other three can be said to have endured all the hardships, and at this time, seeing Fang Ling turn from defense to offense, all of them showed solemnity on their faces. Especially Huang Wusheng, he lost the flying sword that he had practiced for many years, and the green snake shuttle was even more trapped by the black fog.

Although this flag is also a magic weapon, it is inferior to the green snake shuttle in terms of grade. If it weren't for the fact that there was really no magic weapon to cast, he wouldn't have said anything about sacrificing this flag. Fortunately, that Fang Ling seemed to be specifically targeting Du Zhang and the others, and only seven of the forty-nine black qi came at him.

When the purple light rising from the treasure flag blocked the black qi, Huang Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief. But at this moment, a trace of bad omen rose in his heart. Just when his mind flashed and he was about to fly back, thousands of silver-white sword lights, like a rain of swords, slashed straight towards him!

Although the power of these sword lights is not too strong, they are extremely sharp. Overwhelmed, Huang Wusheng suddenly had no place to dodge at all. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the treasure flag in his hand shook, and a cloud of purple clouds rose, trying to protect his body. But at this moment, the infinite sword light converged into a giant sword ten zhang long, wrapped in the momentum of opening the heavens and the earth, and slashed straight towards Huang Wusheng.

The sword light flickered, and Huang Wusheng felt a chill in his heart. And the purple cloud that protected the body was directly shattered by this sword light. (To be continued......)

PS: The ninth more is sent, please brothers for the sake of the old cat who is diligent enough and honest enough, smash the monthly pass more violently!