Although the man surnamed Zhang was thick-skinned, he still couldn't stand Fang Ling's sarcasm at this moment. He glared at Fang Ling and said in a deep voice: "Your evil deed is obviously a ghost in your heart. Two senior brothers, the affairs of the Wanhua Sword Sect, I think it was this Fang Ling's work. Brothers, no need to tell any rules to this evil deed. Capture him first."

Huang Wusheng suffered a loss in Fang Ling's hands, and naturally raised his hands to agree with Fang Ling's proposal. He quickly pinched the magic tricks in his hand, trying to retract the four flying swords trapped in the Xuanpin Qi.

Fang Ling smiled coldly. The power of the Xuanpin Qi was that it could damage the magic weapon and magical powers. Although Huang Wusheng's four flying swords were carefully sacrificed by him, he had already lost most of his spirituality when he was entangled by the Xuanpin Qi. The reason why the waters formed by the Canglang Sword Technique existed was completely supported by Fang Ling's Xuanpin 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 swayed, and a black hand formed by the mysterious aura gathered, grabbed the four flying swords straight towards the four flying swords, and instantly grabbed the four flying swords back.

These four flying swords were made by Huang Wusheng's years of hard work, and they can be said to be his life root. Now these four flying swords were actually captured by Fang Ling in an instant, and for a moment he felt like he was angry and rushed to the crown.

"The monster is looking for death!" The moment he said, Huang Wusheng slapped his small Qiankun bag, and three green shuttles like green snakes rushed towards Fang Ling. However, although these three green shuttles were fast, they were far worse than Huang Wusheng's four flying swords in terms of change. These three green shuttles were magic weapons that Huang Wusheng occasionally obtained from a casual cultivator cave. It was called the Green Snake Shuttle. Although it was quite powerful, Huang Wusheng was just used as a backup item.

This time Fang Ling took away the flying sword, so he could only use the green snake shuttle. Fang Ling had just broken his four flying swords. Naturally, he didn't care about the green snake shuttle. The demon-controlled banner in his hand shook, and three black rings flew out from the demon-controlled banner, directly putting the green snake shuttle in the middle.

Huang Wusheng had not had much practice in the green snake shuttle. At this time, he was a little unable to command the black Yuanhuan. At this time, he had no magic weapon to show off at this time, so he could only say loudly to Du Zhang and the others: "This kid's magic weapon is strange. You must be careful!"

The man surnamed Zhang sneered and said, "The evil way is to rely on some small tricks. Brother Huang, don't worry. Let me see if you come to break him." As he spoke, the man slapped his little 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 high flames rose in the void and rolled towards Fang Ling.

The sword light was vast and the flames were flying. Most of the Jindan monks would retreat and protect themselves when facing such a fierce attack by the man surnamed Zhang. The man surnamed Zhang was also prepared for Fang Ling to retreat at this time, but unfortunately Fang Ling was still standing peacefully in the air. The moment the sword light of the flame swept, the demon-control banner in his hand shook, and a big black hand directly met.

The man surnamed Zhang showed a hint of disdain on Fang Ling's face. In addition to adding the rare Lihuo Jin Crystal when he was refining the flying sword, his flame sword light also gathered the Lihuo True Art that he had practiced over the years. In his opinion, Fang Ling's filthy magic weapon method had no effect on his flying sword at all.

No matter how dirty the means are, can they resist the burning of Lihuo?

However, his smile could not laugh at the moment when the big hands gathered in the black clouds held his sword light. He could not fall down, and vaguely, he even felt that his flying sword was a little heavy.

What method is this? He actually made the magic weapon-level flying sword he had been practicing for many years and couldn't fall at all. Just when the man surnamed Zhang tried his best to activate the flame sword light to break the black big hand, the senior brother Du, who held the black seal in his hand, once again sacrificed the seal in his hand and smashed it to Fang Ling's head.

The demon-impering banner in Fang Ling's hand had already resisted the two magic weapons of Huang Wusheng and the man surnamed Zhang. The man surnamed Du never thought that Fang Ling had the means to take over his mountain seal. Once Fang Ling could not resist, the three of them joined forces to kill Fang Ling here.

As for the black banner, the man surnamed Du has made up his mind that he must not fall into the hands of others. Although he does not know the name of the black banner, such a wonderful magic weapon must not fall into the hands of others.

But although he had a good plan, when Fang Ling waved the Demon-Demon Banner and flew out a black cloud, his expression completely changed. The black mountain seal became like a mountain, and there was even more force in the rotation, but it just couldn't fall down.

Three mid-stage cultivators in the Golden Pill stage frantically activate magic weapons, but Fang Ling couldn't do anything to her for a moment, but Yang Jiu and others who were watching the battle changed drastically. After all, in their eyes, Fang Ling was in a passive position of being beaten at this time. If his true energy was not good, he would be defeated.

"Three sons of Lanjiang, you can beat one by three, what kind of good guys are you?" Yang Jiu shouted angrily as his face changed.

As soon as he said this, many of the Qianzhu Cultivators standing on Fang Ling's side to watch the battle also cursed: "The three sons of Langjiang have the ability to come one by one, and three of them bully one. You Langjiang Sword Sect are shameless!"

"That's right, I'm still blocking the Jiang Sword Sect. I think it's better to change it to the Scoundrel Sword Sect!"

"Where come from, get out of here, I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Their scoldings turned a blind eye to the three sons of Jiang, as if they had not heard them. The three of them pinched the magic tricks, and the magic weapon held by the mysterious aura of the Demon-Demon Banner tried desperately to escape from the constraints. Unfortunately, although they exhausted their means, they still found it difficult to escape from the constraints of the Demon-Demon-Demon Banner.

Fang Ling looked calm and his expression remained unchanged. However, the true energy that the Demon-Observing Banner kept extracting from his body was not a small number. If he kept defending and not attacking, his true energy would be consumed in less than an hour.

And using the skeleton changes in the Demon-Demon Banner, it was like swallowing the magic weapon of the Sanzi of Jiang as if he had swallowed Li Taifeng Magical Treasure. Fang Ling was not unable to do it, but when he saw Liu Liren, Liu Liren warned him that the mysterious female was swallowed with nothing, and it was best to use less to avoid being recognized.

Fang Ling kept Liu Liren's warning in mind. Although he would not use this method, he also made up his mind that once he used this method, he must directly kill the person who saw him use it, so that he would save himself from becoming someone else's prey because of his guilt.

As his expression changed, Fang Ling had already made a fool of himself. At this moment, Liu Liren, who was a hundred miles away, sneered at Lan Taozi: "What a good Sword Sect, it's actually three-on-one, it's such a hero!"

"Slaying demons and eliminating demons and practicing the way for heaven is the duty of our righteous people. Naturally, those powerful evil demons cannot let them go to justice!" Lan Taozi raised his eyebrows and said lightly. However, although he was calm at this time, the murderous intent flashing in his eyes made people shudder.

If Huang Wusheng and others saw Lan Taozi's expression, they would be frightened. They were familiar with Lan Taozi. Usually, when this Nascent Soul Ancestor showed such power, it means that he was very unhappy.

And the consequences of this unpleasantness are very serious.

"Hmph, what a demon-killing demons, Lan Taozi, you are such a scoundrel. Do you think I can sit back and ignore it?" Liu Liren threw the chess piece in his hand, and suddenly stood up. The rolling evil aura instantly gathered around him.

Lan Taozi smiled and said, "Brother Liu, we have agreed not to interfere in the battle between Jindan cultivators at will. It is best for children to solve the problems themselves."

"Your people are really too bullying. I can't control one of them three?" Liu Liren's eyes flashed with fierce light, and his words were like a knife.

Lan Taozi laughed and said, "Of course I can't care. He fell into the siege of three opponents alone. He can only say that he is inferior. Even if such a disciple dies, our Sword Sect will never feel sorry for him."

Just as Lan Taozi was talking, Fang Ling, who was surrounded by the three of them, suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Since the three of you have no other means, let's try it." With this, Fang Ling waved the demon banner in his hand, and forty-nine black fog, like forty-nine long black snakes, rushed towards the three of them.

Huang Wusheng and the other three could be said to have suffered a lot from these black fogs. At this time, seeing Fang Ling turn from defense to attack, each of them showed solemnity. Especially Huang Wusheng, he lost the flying sword that he had been practicing for many years, and the green snake shuttle was trapped by the black fog. Without the means of protecting his body, he snatched his last method and a purple treasure flag while pinching his magic tricks.

Although this flag is also a magic weapon, it is even worse than the Green Snake Shuttle in terms of grade. If it weren't for the fact that there was no magic weapon to be used, he wouldn't have sacrificed the flag. Fortunately, Fang Ling seemed to be targeting Du Zhang and the others, with forty-nine black auras, and only seven came towards him.

When the purple light raised from the treasure flag blocked the black air, Huang Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief. But at this moment, a bad omen rose in his heart. Just as his thoughts flashed, he was about to fly back, thousands of silver-white sword lights were like a rain of swords, killing towards him!

Although these sword lights are not too powerful, they are extremely sharp. They are covered with the sky and the earth, and there is no place for Huang Wusheng to dodge at all. As soon as he bit his teeth, the flag in his hand swayed, and a ball of purple clouds were raised, trying to protect his body. But at this moment, the infinite sword light gathered into a giant sword that was ten feet long, wrapped in the momentum of opening up the world and slashed towards Huang Wusheng.

The sword light flashed, and Huang Wusheng felt a chill in his heart. The purple cloud protecting his body was directly broken by the sword light. (To be continued...)
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