Jiang Ming is a smart person. He sneered at the kind of loyalty dispute that goes all the way and never hits the wall without turning back. In his opinion, Jiang Ming never does anything unsure. When he encounters disadvantages, he is able to calm down and think about it calmly, instead of blindly resisting hard wear. Although taking advantage of the situation is commendable, isn’t it a wise strategy to judge the situation?

For example, now, the formation displayed by Fang Ling has calmed him down. While being angry, he quickly calmed down and secretly thought about countermeasures: Since he can't deal with it, then thirty-six strategies are the best way to go! This time is worth the trip. After all, he tried to find out that there was such a powerful ancestor in the Fang family. This is also a great achievement for him.

Jiang Ming, who figured this out, immediately put away the longbow in his hand and was about to run towards the distance. But before he could fly a hundred feet away, a huge sense of danger appeared in his heart.

His divine thought flashed, and eighteen blue 'no-wrong' novels' sword lights flew straight towards him at a faster speed than before.

If Jiang Ming was slashed by these eighteen sword lights, he would have no doubt that he might be cut into pieces.

Knowing that he was desperately running forward, he would definitely not be able to escape the fast-moving flying sword. Without hesitation, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and the giant bow turned into a purple-gold thunder cloud in the void.

"I am a disciple of Han Fazun, what are you going to do?" Jiang Ming shouted loudly at the moment when Lei Yun collided with the eighteen flying swords.

Jiang Ming has always been very proud of being a disciple of Han Fazun. But now, he is not proud of it.

If it weren't for his life, he would never have called such embarrassing words. He took out his master's name and begged the other party to let him go. This would be like throwing his face on the ground and letting others step on it.

However, compared to face, Jiang Ming understood that his life is the most important. If he loses his life here, then he has nothing.

After returning, you must encourage your master to take action against this Fang family. At that time, you must refine the opponent's soul into ashes.

No, he can't be so cheap. He has to be allowed to be refined by Yin Fire for a hundred years before he can be destroyed.

"boom"

The purple-gold thunder cloud was split into two pieces amid the roar, and a purple-green giant sword that was ten feet long slowly fell from the void.

The sword light fell very slowly, but under the sword light, Jiang Ming felt like a mouse stared at by a snake, and he could not resist.

No, it should be said that he didn't even have the strength to resist. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear. His mind told him that no matter what means he used, he would leave.

But under the pressure of this giant sword, it seemed that no matter which direction he ran in, it was a dead end.

No, it should be said that in any direction, it is a dead end.

The threat of death filled his heart with fear. Under this fear, he couldn't help but shout: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me! If you kill me, I Wanfatang will not let you go!"

"My master is Han Fazun, my master is Han Fazun, if you kill me, my master will let you die without a burial monk!"

"You Fang family, your Fang family will all turn into ashes!"

Jiang cried louder and louder these words, and the disciples of Wanfa Temple standing in the void all looked extremely ugly at this time. After all, the one who shouted was their Nascent Soul Ancestor.

And to be honest, his screaming is really not an ordinary embarrassment.

It should be said that I was embarrassed to come to my grandma's house!

But even if it was embarrassing, they could only bear it. After all, Jiang Ming was the Nascent Soul Ancestor, and the Nascent Soul Ancestor who was much higher than they didn't know. Even if he was not in tune with it, they could not disobey him at all.

But those disciples of the Fang family looked at all with great spirits. They also didn't believe that this was true, but those who saw this scene felt that their hearts were extremely refreshing.

Especially Fang Chonghe, the arrogant look of the Nascent Soul Elder of Wanfa Hall, can be said to almost blow his lungs up.

And now, his appearance is really satisfying. He even wants to replace Fang Ling and accept Jiang Ming's plea.

However, as a real person in Jindan, he was thinking more. If Fang Ling really killed Jiang Ming with one sword, then which ancestor, Jiang Ming's master, would have calculated this matter?

Fang Chonghe was well-known for this Han Fazun. He didn't know what the realm of a half-step power was, but he understood one thing, that was that the elder in his clan was definitely not a rival to Han Fazun.

Otherwise, the Fang family would not be able to raise their heads under the suppression of Wanfatang over the years.

"Fellow Daoist Fang Ling, don't hurt Fellow Daoist Jiang Ming!" Although Fang Shengyun also couldn't stand Jiang Ming's behavior and even felt very despised by Jiang Ming's behavior of being greedy for life and fearing death, as the fourth elder of the Fang clan, he was thinking more.

Jiang Ming is not important, what is important is Han Fazun. If Jiang Ming kills Han Fazun, then the Fang family will face great disaster.

"Haha, take your sword back quickly, you... the fourth elders of your Fang family have already spoken to you, haha, take your sword back quickly." Jiang Ming suddenly became energetic after hearing Fang Shengyun's shouting, and there was even more joy in his words.

No, it shouldn't be said that he was happy, but it should be said that he was paranoid and arrogant. The shouts just now made him lose all his face, so he had to take advantage of Fang Shengyun's shouts to bring back the lost face.

Or, he wanted Fang Ling to be embarrassed with him, so that he seemed to be embarrassed not too cruel.

Fang Ling just glanced coldly at his performance, and the huge giant sword still fell from the void.

The sword was not falling fast, but Jiang Ming felt like a mountain pressing on him. At the foot of the mountain, he felt that his breathing was extremely difficult.

Ten feet...eight feet...six feet...

Fang Ling's sword was getting slower and slower, but Jiang Ming's heart slowly sank into the valley of fear. After Fang Shengyun shouted out to ask Fang Ling to stop, he thought his life would be saved, but he did not expect that Fang Ling ignored Fang Shengyun's shouting at all, and the sword light was still falling.

If you are slashed by this sword light, you will definitely be wiped out.

"This fellow Taoist, this is a misunderstanding. The family master is really Han Fazun. The fourth elder of you have asked you to stop. If we have any problems, let's talk slowly.

Jiang Ming's begging again was only Fang Ling's faint smile. Amid this laughter, he saw Fang Ling's magic tricks in his hand, and the speed of the giant sword falling suddenly increased by two points.

Four zhang...three zhang...two zhang...

Jiang Ming did not doubt that as long as Fang Ling's giant sword fell and what was waiting for him would be destroyed. His eyes were wide open, and at this moment, he was filled with fear.

"Senior, you... don't have the same knowledge as me. The master is really... Han Fazun!"

Fang Ling smiled coldly, his expression was not moved at all. This time, a figure flew from a distance and heard the man shouting: "Fang Ling, let Fellow Daoist Jiang quickly. If there is anything, let's talk about it slowly!"

The one who shouted this sentence was Fang Shengtian, the great elder of the Fang family!

Jiang Ming was facing Fang Shengtian, and he also understood Fang Shengtian's status in the Fang family. The feeling of living in death made his heart beat faster.

"Damn it, your elder has already spoken. Why don't you take back your flying sword quickly? I'll tell you, if you don't kneel down and apologize to me, I will not finish this matter with Wanfatang and your Fang clan!"

Jiang Ming's words changed again, which made the disciples of Wanfa Hall who followed him feel a little embarrassed. They didn't believe that Elder Jiang, who has always been above their eyes and likes to control everything, actually has this kind of virtue.

Fang Ling's sword paused in the air for a moment. This made Jiang Ming's face smile. Without any hesitation, he turned into a stream of light and fled towards the distance.

Although he has problems with his character, he can seize every opportunity in the face of the threat of death.

As long as he escapes from the scope of the great sword, his life will be saved!

As a few people who can practice the Wanfa Hall of All Laws Return to the Sect, Jiang Ming also has his unique advantages when he escapes.

In this moment of life and death, he activated all the essence of the Nascent Soul, and his whole person instantly divided into fifteen phantoms, and each phantom made people look like a ray of lightning.

Dividing shadow method!

The unique skills in the Return to the Sect of All Laws are generally used to escape. However, every time it is activated, it will damage the essence and blood in the user's heart.

So before the time is extremely helpless, the monks in Wanfa Hall will never use this magic trick.

After all, human essence and blood are limited. Even if a monk wants to recover his true energy, it is easy for him to use something like essence and blood.

Thinking that he would have to spend half a kilogram to recover his lost essence and blood, Jiang Ming felt a burst of blood in his heart. At the same time, he gritted his teeth in his heart. As long as he had the chance, he would definitely let the opponent pay his blood debt.

You must ask your master to come out and kill this monster.

The Fang family cannot be kept, and all the people from the Fang family will die!

One thought after another flashed in Jiang Ming's heart. After he used the method of dividing light and turning into shadows, he no longer worried about his life and death.

Fang Ling's sword light flashed a glimmer of life for himself, and with this glimmer of life, it was impossible for Fang Ling to kill him again.

With more than a dozen figures, can he tell which one he is?

And it only takes a moment, a blink of an eye, or half a breathing time to escape by yourself.

Fang Shengyun looked at Jiang Ming, who was escaping from all directions like a dozen lightnings, and felt relieved. He knew that the hateful Jiang Ming this time had saved another life.

And this is actually the best way he wants in his heart. (To be continued...)

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