Fang Zhuo only felt a huge shock in his divine sense, and the primordial purple qi and the general outline of the talisman in the sea of consciousness were running rapidly!

The quicksilver whistled like a wailing sound, and flew diagonally out of the curtain.

Blocked by a blow from the quicksilver, the sword light finally slowed down. But the power of the quicksilver was not enough to stop it completely, and the sword light paused slightly, and continued to shoot!

Zu Tong slashed the young monk with a single sword, and then urged the flying sword to shoot at Fang Zhuo. Seeing Fang Zhuo's imperial sword flying, Zu Tong was also slightly taken aback. Although there were a lot of people who cultivated flying swords in casual cultivation, Fang Zhuo's sword was smooth and ruthless, and it was clear that he had already obtained the samadhi of the imperial sword!

The two swords intersected, the sword was full of strength, and the ancestral bronze divine sense was shocked, and he was secretly shocked by the strength of Fang Zhuo's divine sense. However, the time taken by Ancestor Tong to cultivate the sword was ten times that of Fang Zhuo, and with the personal guidance of Grandmaster Jindan, the texture of the flying sword was far superior to Fang Zhuo, so this sword did not bring a lot of pressure to Ancestor Tong.

The sword was like a meteor, and it came to Fang Zhuo in a flash. Fang Zhuo tried his best to fly back, but how could he compare to the speed of the Ancestral Bronze Flying Sword?

With a sound of "wave", Zu Tong felt that the flying sword had encountered a layer of tough and thick resistance in front of Fang Zhuo. However, although this resistance was very large, it could not withstand the stabbing of the flying sword. Zu Tong saw the aura shooting out in front of Fang Zhuo, it was obvious that some protective layer had been pierced by himself. This kind of defense has never been seen by Zu Tong, and it is obvious that Fang Zhuo also has his own hole cards.

Immediately, Zu Tong's face changed!

A layer of silver shield suddenly appeared in front of the flying sword! This layer of shield was like mercury, heavy and heavy, with great elasticity, and it was strong enough to resist his flying sword. Before Zu Tong could continue to urge his divine sense, he felt a tingling pain in his head, and a cold suddenly invaded the sea of consciousness!

Zu Tong snorted, and the flying sword fell diagonally. Immediately, he endured the freezing cold of Zhihai, and waved his flying sword back in the air.

As soon as Fang Zhuo turned around, Wind Thunder had already appeared behind him. Fang Zhuo dodged and jumped up, the wind and thunder resisted the wind, and fled for his life quickly!

As soon as he fought, Fang Zhuo felt that the opponent's strength was far above his own, the most important thing was that the opponent was hidden far away at the moment, and he was injured by him even if he couldn't even see his appearance!

Although the quicksilver and Xuanhu condensate blocked this sword, and the incomparable sword qi and impact on the sword were completely eliminated, the wisps of sword intent contained in this sword entered his body without any barrier!

At this moment, the sparkling sword intent was like a flickering starlight, constantly bursting in his body, scarring his body from the inside!

Zu Tong withdrew his flying sword, and as soon as he looked up and saw Fang Zhuo sitting on a huge scorpion running lifelessly, his heart was furious! Fang Zhuo's methods were endless, which made him even more suspicious that his second brother might have been planted in Fang Zhuo's hands!

Resisting the stinging pain of the divine sense, the ancestral bronze sword chased after him!

Fang Zhuo felt that the sword intent in his body was frantically destroying his body, but he didn't expect that this opponent actually had a trace of sword intent. At this time, the sharp sword in the sea of knowledge suddenly flashed, and it flew back and forth in the sea of knowledge like a fish several times. Then, Fang Zhuo saw that it was shining with silver light! The wisps of sword intent in his body suddenly became quiet, and then, like a flock of birds returning to the forest, they all threw themselves into the long sword of Zhihai.

The sword absorbed these sword intents, as if it had eaten a delicious food, and shook excitedly a few times, each movement as if it was doing a stabbing motion.

Although Fang Zhuo didn't know what Lu Dao was for, he was finally relieved to see the sword intent in his body disappear. His cultivation of the Great Wilderness Washing Jade Sutra has already achieved a small success, and at this moment, the sword intent has disappeared, and the wounds in his body are healing rapidly.

Fang Zhuo's speed was extremely fast, and Feng Lei also knew that he was facing a master in the foundation building period, although Fang Zhuo had many hole cards, he couldn't stand the disparity in strength, and he couldn't fight at all. Therefore, at this moment, the wind and thunder were frantically agitating the spiritual power of the wind system, and Fang Zhuo had applied a light spirit talisman to it, so it was like a shadow, speeding over the hills.

In Fang Zhuo's consciousness, the silver bat kept coming from the alarm. The silver bat was flying high in the sky at the moment, seeing the ancestral copper behind him getting closer and closer, and he was so anxious that he kept squeaking.

Fang Zhuo's face sank like water, knowing that this time he was afraid that it would be more than lucky. A foundation building monk wants to take his own life, and even if he wants to escape, there is no way to escape.

His mind was spinning, and one method and strategy after another were vetoed by him. Since there is no way to escape, there is only a desperate fight. How do you maximize your strengths?

From the sword battle just now, Fang Zhuo had already sensed that this person's sword dao attainments were extremely high, and it was very likely that he was a member of the Bitter Sword Sect. The last time he was ambushed by an outer disciple of the Bitter Sword Sect, this time a disciple of the Bitter Sword Sect in the foundation building period made a move, Fang Zhuo couldn't think of anyone he had offended the Bitter Sword Sect.

However, thinking of the incident of being targeted in the Yin Ghost Gate this time, Fang Zhuo suspected that he might not be secretive enough to be targeted in the Bitter Sword Sect City.

How can a monk in the foundation building period also be an inner disciple, right?

Fang Zhuo kept thinking in his heart, and his hands were not idle. He quickly took out a piece of bark from the scale seal wood, and the rune spirit liquid and rune pen were firmly held by the divine sense, and the spiritual power was encouraged to quickly start drawing the rune.

The mountains and forests here are dense, and the spiritual power of the wood attribute is extremely abundant, Fang Zhuo quickly drew a wood grain array, preparing to use the conditions here to block the opponent.

The Wood Grain Array is an extremely simple wood-attribute rune array that does not have any attack and defense capabilities, but it can gather the wood-attribute aura in the enveloping area in the shortest possible time.

Fang Zhuo flipped his hand and waved his hand to throw out two talismans. One was the wood grain array he had just drawn, and the other was the grass talisman he had drawn before. That grass talisman had already been replenished by him with spiritual power and toxicity, and this time Fang Zhuo was going to directly squeeze out its spiritual power completely and burst out at once!

The wood grain array suddenly exploded in the woods, turning into a cloud of green light and shadow, and then disappeared.

As soon as the grass talisman was triggered, a red transfiguration spirit grass suddenly appeared in the woods. These spirit grasses absorbed the abundant wood attribute aura provided by the wood grain array, and pulled it out to about two meters in one go!

Zu Tong was already approaching, and seeing Fang Zhuo come up with this method, his heart was slightly sneering. He stepped on the long sword, and walked with the sword, and what could he do with these arrangements on the ground?

The ancestral bronze was close to the grass talisman under Fang Zhuo's cloth, and the long sword under his feet was obliquely raised, and he quickly rose high. The color of this grass is dark red, and the appearance is hideous, and Zu Tong is a little numb in his heart.

At this moment, there was a scream overhead!

Zu Tong saw a big silver-white bat screaming and swooping down!

Zu Tong had long noticed that there was a bird-like thing hovering above Fang Zhuo's head, but he didn't expect it to be a bat. When can bats also come out during the day and hurt people?

Zu Tong's hand shook, and a sword qi shot up.

At this moment, several flames suddenly erupted from above the big trees on both sides of him!

Zu Tong subconsciously dodged rapidly, and at this time, the firelight exploded, booming loudly, and a ball of flames rolled and engulfed him