"this……"

Seeing Fang Xing actually beating Lian Laogui, Shi Wanwan couldn't believe it.

Her master is the veteran Jiedan Master!

When did he become a equal with a swordsman?

Are all the true successors of the Yuanying sect so tyrannical?

"die!"

On the battlefield, Fang Xing controlled the rotten iron sword and split the black claw magic weapon into two.

Then, the rotten iron sword was like a shooting star, stabbing straight at Old Ghost Lian.

The momentum was so great that even the old ghost wearing the Ten Thousand Beast Armor had the intention of temporarily avoiding the sharp attack.

'This time... I have to at least kill Lian Laogui to be considered qualified this time.'

'Lian Gui is probably involved in the devil's ways. He can always force something out of him during life and death...'

'If the guess is wrong and the demonic monks sit back and watch Lian Laogui die...then he can make the mistake right...let the sect annex the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect directly.'

Fang Xing's finger sword techniques changed continuously.

The sword energy roared, the sword steel shone, and it was constantly entangled with the armor of beasts.

suddenly!

Lian Laogui snorted coldly, and the third-order giant snake under him suddenly flicked its tail!

Snap!

The terrifying force fell on the rotten iron sword, and the flying sword flew away.

Then, a cloud of purple-black poisonous mist was sprayed out from the giant snake's mouth, and even the air seemed to be corroded wherever it passed, wrapping up the rotten iron sword.

Fang Xing's expression changed and he recalled the flying sword.

I saw that the rotten iron sword was as clean as new without any damage.

"The third-level poison can also pollute the consciousness..."

However, Fang Xing's own spiritual consciousness was weak, and when faced with the giant snake's third-level poison, he was immediately at a loss.

Lian Laogui's expression became much more serious, with a hint of regret.

It seems that the anger before was just acting.

This kind of elixir-forming old ghost has been living for hundreds of years, and the city is unfathomable: "It's a pity... I originally wanted to use you to fish out the hidden people of the Tianjian Sect, but it seems that you, a true swordsman, are not that important.

...Forget it, I’ll just beat you to death first.”

"Just in time... let you see the secret technique that I finally mastered after many days of retreat!"

While speaking, Lian Laogui made a hand seal with his hands, and a layer of strange bloody flames appeared around him.

"Hiss!"

The horned snake that was originally wrapped around his arm, with a legless body and two horns on its head and a rich dragon bloodline, actually hissed and was grabbed by Lian Old Ghost, turned into a red blood ball, and pressed into the lower body.

On top of the third-order giant snake's head.

"Ho ho ho!"

The third-level giant snake received this help, and suddenly let out a roar, rolled on the spot, the snake skin on its body tore, and a blue... dragon flew out from it?!

This dragon is three feet long, has four claws on its belly, and a single horn on its head.

A terrifying demon king aura that far surpassed the previous giant snake overflowed!

As soon as the green dragon was born, the sky was filled with dark clouds, as if it had the gift of making wind and rain.

It shook its head and flew up into the sky, and suddenly a blue thunderbolt fell and struck in the void.

The two fake alchemy monks who were originally relying on the small flags to hide their figures screamed inwardly, but were shocked out of the void by Qing Lei, and each sprayed out a mouthful of blood essence.

"What kind of secret technique is this?"

Master Ziyuan looked at the dragon whose aura was already faintly approaching the third-level mid-level monster, with a trace of despair on his face.

The gap between third-level demon kings can be as high as heaven and earth.

Among monsters of the same level, their strength is mainly determined by the quality of their bloodline.

There is no doubt that a third-level giant snake is definitely not as powerful as a third-level dragon!

The true strength of this third-level mid-level dragon might even be comparable to that of a late-stage pill-forming monk from the human race!

"A good secret technique... It seems that the dragon bloodline of the horned awn snake makes up for the shortcomings of the giant snake... However, this secret technique may have a duration and cannot be like this forever? And... for the horned awn snake,

The dragon's bloodline will definitely be seriously damaged."

Fang Xing paid no attention to the appearance of Master Zi Yuan, and just looked at Lian Laogui with a chuckle.

"Even if this secret technique of 'bloodline fusion' lasts only for a limited time, it is enough to kill you all."

Lian Laogui's face turned ferocious in an instant, and the green dragon immediately let out a dragon roar, and thunder rays crashed down!

"Come!"

Fang Xing waved, and the third-level puppet immediately stood in front of him, holding up the hemispherical cyan shield with both hands.

Master Ziyuan and Master Yuanwei were even more miserable. After two lightning strikes, they turned into ashes on the spot, leaving only the prototypes of two magic weapons.

A third-level mid-level dragon can kill fake alchemy monks at will!

Even monks who are in the early stage of forming pills are afraid that they will die under the dragon's claws, such as the unlucky guy from Qingxuan Sect.

"Hmph, I don't know what the so-called casual cultivator is! How dare you get involved in such a big thing..."

Lian Laogui was suspended in mid-air, standing with his hands behind his back.

He now has Ten Thousand Beast Armor for defense and a third-level green dragon for attack. He can defeat even a mid-stage pill-forming monk.

Naturally, he would not take a mere authentic sword in his eyes.

"Now...it's your turn!"

Lian Laogui looked at Fang Xing with killing intent in his eyes.

'Sure enough, he and I both intend to use each other as bait to gain an advantage for the people behind us?'

Fang Xing's eyes flashed.

He immediately stopped hesitating, and really fired up, and the iron sword drew an elegant arc in mid-air.

call out!

The astonishing sword light lit up, and this sword actually cut off the cyan thunderbolt, and according to the guidance from somewhere, it landed on the neck of the green dragon, on an inverted scale.

Hoho!

The dragon cried blood and fell from mid-air.

"What? A sword that severely damaged the green dragon? This... this is... Sword Intention Tianxin?!"

When Lian Laogui saw this scene, he screamed strangely and hurriedly retreated, trying to retreat into the gate of Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Before.

He and the three fake elixirs all took pride in their identities, walked out of the formation, and fought with Fang Xing.

When faced with a life and death crisis, he immediately wanted to return to the mountain gate and obtain the protection of the formation.

Qingxuan Sect has a third-level mountain protection formation.

The Ten Thousand Beast Sect's formations will only become more sophisticated, ranking at the top level of the third level.

Even if Fang Xing masters the sword's will and has the best combat power among the alchemy monks, it will be absolutely difficult to break through in a moment!

"Isn't it too late to leave now?"

Fang Xingren's swords merged into one, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

The speed of the Dazuizixuanjin Sword Qi and sword escape is the best among sword practitioners, so it is certainly no small matter.

Fang Xing was the last to catch up with Old Ghost Lian and slashed out with his sword.

After condensing the heart of the sword, not only can you use the sword's will, but you can also detect the enemy's weaknesses, follow a specific sword path, and use your strongest edge to cut to the enemy's vital points. This is the way to defeat the strong with the weak, and be defeated.

It's called 'Sword Intention Tianxin'!

The third-order green dragon just now was hit by the reverse scale in this way, and was almost killed by one blow.

This is of course because Fang Xing has not yet condensed the sword core, and the sword heart is not yet perfect.

Otherwise, the sword intention is a nearly third-level invincible method. With just one strike of the sword, that green dragon will definitely die!

At this time, Fang Xing stabbed with his sword and landed on the Ten Thousand Beasts Armor, causing this middle-grade magic weapon to scream, and cracks appeared on the surface of the white bone armor.

At the same time, a sword intent ignored the defense of Ten Thousand Beasts Armor and cut directly into the sea of ​​ghost consciousness, intending to kill this man's soul with one sword!

"Huh? He's not dead yet? There's a treasure specifically designed to protect the soul?"
To be continued...